Mo Qingyan, the King of Hell, looked at the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, and his mood kept fluctuating. He never thought that the last heaven in the mysterious realm of Death was guarded by this person.

The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was the strongest genius of that era. Even Mo Qingyan and Zhuo Yuhuan were also a little weaker, and their reputation was even better than Ye Feng now.

Therefore, when the Japanese Sword Saint came to China to ask about swords, the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was unswerving to represent China.

That battle,

On the top of Hengshan, I fought for a whole day and a night.

In the end, Zhuo Yuhuan was covered in sword marks and was defeated by the Japanese Sword Saint.

It was also from that day that the unparalleled sword master gave up the position of the Hong Sect Master to Hong Zijing, and disappeared from the sight of the world and had not appeared again in more than ten years.

Everyone thought that the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was in a slump, and his heart was destroyed by the Japanese sword saint, and he died in an unknown place, and there was no time for the light of heaven to appear again.

Therefore, when I saw this sword master with vicissitudes and silence again, everyone was naturally shocked.

"With the image, I can also feel the power of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan. Could it be that the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan has been in the ninth heaven of the mysterious realm of death for more than ten years?"

"With the nature of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, he would never allow himself to fail, and the failure that year directly led to the Japanese sword saint being violent in China. That period of time was the darkest moment of Chinese martial arts, and the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was probably atoneing his sins in this way."

"The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan now gives me the feeling that he has been sharpened for more than ten years. Once it is unsheathed, it will surely shine in the nine provinces."

"I remember that there was a legend back then that the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was imprisoned in a certain place because of his own blame, and made great ambitions. Only by surpassing the Japanese sword saint in one of the swords can he reappear in the world. After more than ten years, this sword master will definitely become stronger."

"So, doesn't Ye Feng have no chance of breaking through the ninth heaven of this mysterious realm of death?"

"It may not be possible that the sword master looks like a dead sword. He lacks enough qi and blood, and Ye Feng is in full force, so he may not be able to win."

"That's why you don't understand the terror of this sword master. This is a peerless powerful man who can fight the Japanese sword saint for a day and a night. Look at the dark cross sword. The reason why Zhuo Yuhuan showed this withered appearance is because he has been polishing this sharp sword. Once this sword is released, it will definitely be bright and unstoppable in the world."

"No wonder Mr. Hong has always maintained a calm and composed appearance. He must have known that the ninth level of the mysterious realm of Death is protected by the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan. This is the iron wall of the bronze wall, Ye Feng is over."

"Qingyan, can you feel Zhuo Yuhuan's current state at this time?" The King of Hell said in a deep voice.

Although he admires the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, he hopes that Ye Feng can defeat the opponent and win this last victory at this moment.

"The unfathomable strength is at least the peak of the divine realm. He seems to be combined with the Black Death Cross Giant Sword. More than ten years later, this sword master is stronger." Mo Qingyan's face turned pale and his voice was a little trembling.

Once Ye Feng cannot get out of the Ninth Heaven of Death.

It was a fatal blow to Ye Feng, to the Huaxia Night Scenery, and to the Huawu Organization.

"Who is stronger than the Japanese Sword Saint, the current sword master Zhuo Yuhuan?" The King of Hell wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked.

"I'm afraid the Japanese Sword Saint is even better, otherwise Zhuo Yuhuan would not continue to stay in the ninth heaven of the mysterious realm of death. However, the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan is infinitely close to that step. Ye Feng is in danger." Mo Qingyan shook his head and felt powerless in his heart.

"Can you find a way to send a message to Zhuo Yuhuan and declare your interests and let him allow Ye Feng to pass through this ninth heaven?"

"The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan would not agree. Only by defeating this sword master himself can Ye Feng leave the Ninth Heaven of Death alive."

Mo Qingyan understands the nature of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan.

Moreover, she vaguely guessed that the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan had been guarding the ninth level of the God of Death, and was also waiting for the person who could defeat him to appear.

But now Ye Feng is facing the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan and the most famous genius in the last era, it is too early.

"Qingyan, if Ye Feng loses, we will send Tang Yanqi and his family out of the country immediately, but I will accompany you to bear all the consequences." The King of Hell clenched his fists and had a resolution in his heart.

But Mo Qingyan shook his head, his eyes flashing with crazy flames.

In fact, she already knew what to do.

Once Ye Feng is defeated.

She will immediately withdraw from the Huawu Organization and do her best to attack Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hong Sect.

Even for this,

Death by self-destruction

Because only by death,

She can only apologize.

Mo Qingyan tied his hair and looked at Ye Feng, who was in the ninth heaven of the mysterious realm of death, and smiled gently. The charm of the young woman was fully revealed at this moment, with a clear voice. "Don't worry, things are not coming to the last step. Ye Feng has no other skills, but he can create too many impossible things. Maybe Ye Feng can really defeat the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan and complete a complete handover between the old and new."

The King of Hell sighed in his heart. According to his prediction, Ye Feng's chances of winning this battle were almost zero.

Miracles must also be within a certain range of possible opportunities to appear.

On the other side.

The moment Mr. Zhao saw the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, he clenched his fists and stood up tremblingly, staring at the sword master who had restrained all his sharpness, and couldn't help but recall the battle back that year.

That battle is still vivid in my mind and lingers in my mind all the time.

then,

It was precisely because the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was defeated that no one in the world responded to the challenge, and a group of old guys from the hidden family avoided him.

Under such circumstances, Mr. Zhao had to go out to fight in person.

That battle,

Mr. Zhao almost died, his martial arts were all destroyed, and the Chinese swordsmanship was completely suppressed by the Japanese swordsman, and he still could not cleanse this shame.

Therefore, Mr. Zhao deeply understood the idea of ​​the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan being imprisoned in the Ninth Heaven of Death.

However, Mr. Zhao understood more clearly that once the sword is broken, it will be too difficult to reshape it again.

"Grandpa, Mr. Ye, will there be no accident?" Zhao Shuangyan's face was full of anxiety, for fear of any accident in Ye Feng.

"You don't have to see how strong this sword master is now, and how great Ye Feng's potential is." Mr. Zhao exhaled a breath, and he felt that Ye Feng had met the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan too early.

If you give Ye Feng some more time,

He believed that Ye Feng would sooner or later surpass the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan and carry the banner of Chinese swordsmanship.

Mr. Zhao's body trembled slightly, and his eyes gradually moved away from the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan and fell completely on Ye Feng. "Didn't you say you want to defeat the Japanese Sword Saint?"
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