Capítulo 1181: If You Want To Kill Me, Ye Feng, Please Put In More Effort Next Time.

Ye Feng held his blade and charged into the crowd.

His footsteps were like a ghost, a fast horse, and a shooting star, shuttling between the Japanese warriors.

At the same time, he recited a long poem that seemed to swallow mountains and rivers.

"The blood of a man is heroic, and his heart is as strong as iron. Holding a golden saber in his hand, wearing a white jade pendant on his body, starving on the head of a beautiful chieftain, thirsty for the blood of Rakshasa!"

He recited the poem in cadence, almost pausing for each word.

The katana in his hand followed the rhythm of the ups and downs as it flew up and down in the crowd.

A cold light flashed and blood splattered.

Art and slaughter had fused into one.

Everyone who saw this scene felt an inexplicable shock.

Everyone was dumbstruck as they looked at everything in front of them. It was like a dream…