Looking at the black cross sword that was so close, Ye Feng couldn't help swallowing, and his five fingers were constantly approaching the hilt of the sword.

Suddenly, a stinging pain came from Ye Feng's five fingers, and the sword energy around the Black Death Cross Giant Sword became extremely violent, which was the center of the vortex of this sword field.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Feng's body was filled with blood and his five fingers moved closer, trying to hold the black death cross giant sword in one fell swoop.

Huh Huh Huh

Ye Feng was wrapped in his five fingers, and blood was wisps of blood swept through his pupils.

Just as Ye Feng was about to hold the hilt of the black cross giant sword, the black cross giant sword trembled violently, and the sound of the sword sounded like a cuckoo crying blood, cutting through the sky.

sieve

The black cross sword broke through the air and fell into the hands of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan in an instant.

Ye Feng's five fingers fell to nothing, and he felt a little disappointed.

As the Black Death Cross Sword drew from the ground, the surrounding sword fields disappeared immediately, the sword energy storm dissipated with the wind, and the bitter murderous intent slowly disappeared.

It was also at this time that the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, who held the Black Cross Sword, seemed to have become a different person. He was no longer the decadent middle-aged man with his body hanging down and no spirit, but turned into a sharp sword with a sharp edge, which was united with the Black Death Cross Sword.

The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan had a sword energy fluttering in his pupils, his eyes bloomed, but his heart was overturned.

This is the first time in more than a decade that someone wants to hold his black cross sword

What surprised the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan even more was that

Almost, the Black Death Cross Sword was held in Ye Feng's hand.

Not to mention anything else,

This at least proves that the black cross sword he created with countless efforts recognized Ye Feng.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone broke through my sword field again. Mr. Ye, have you heard of me, I am Zhuo Yuhuan." The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, who was hunched over, stood up slowly with the black cross sword as support.

The moment the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan stood up, thousands of sword energy blew, and the surrounding space became distorted.

At this time, Zhuo Yuhuan was the first person in the Chinese swordsmanship.

If a man is there, a sword is there, it is invincible

Ye Feng's body trembled, his hair exploded all over his body, and an extremely dangerous intuition arose in his heart.

He heard the old master talk about this sword master.

At that time, the old master's tone was extremely regretful, and he said that if the sword master had not broken his sword heart, the Chinese swordsmanship would be another world now.

The old master did not practice swordsmanship, and some of the swordsmanship taught to Ye Feng came from the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan.

To some extent,

Ye Feng has received the inheritance of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan.

But after becoming an adult, the old master asked Ye Feng to melt the hundred schools of thought to form his own swordsmanship.

Ye Feng understood that one sword must go out of his own path

Therefore, Ye Feng spent two years gathering the thousands of swords that he knew into one.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and looked at the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, with the desire to defeat him.

"Senior, part of my sword art has been passed down from you. This bow is my gratitude to you."

After speaking, Ye Feng bowed to the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan.

"No wonder, looking at you, I feel an inexplicable familiarity. However, my swordsmanship never hides my own selfishness and has already spread all over the world. You don't have to thank me." The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan looked at Ye Feng with even more appreciation.

"If you break into the ninth level of heaven, you must have lost some of your mind and give you an hour to recover. After an hour, there will be only one person between you and me." The voice of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan gradually became cold. He held the Black Death Cross Sword, like a giant standing between heaven and earth, with sword energy rolling all over his body.

Ye Feng nodded, sat cross-legged, and restored the vital energy and blood in his body.

Facing such an opponent, he must do his best.

During the birthday party, everyone was watching Ye Feng's confrontation with Director Jian Yuhuan, and their hearts were swaying.

"Ye Feng's swordsmanship is so powerful, but what's even more terrifying is the sword director Yuhuan. I think more than ten years have passed, and this sword master is no longer the number one in the swordsmanship in China, but obviously, it is me that I was wrong. This sword master is stronger than before, and has a more thorough understanding of swordsmanship. This is a mountain of swordsmanship in China, and no one can cross it for the time being."

"This is a showdown between two eras, but unfortunately Ye Feng is not yet at his peak, so he may not be able to defeat the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan."

"Only one of Ye Feng and Director Jian Yuhuan can survive. The balance is obviously biased towards Director Jian Yuhuan."

"Why did the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan give Ye Feng an hour to rest and recuperate, why didn't he kill him immediately?"

"You think the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan is also a dirty person like you. This is a person who has created the precedent of Chinese swordsmanship. How could he take advantage of others' danger?"

"Sister, brother-in-law can definitely win," Tang Ying said worriedly with her snow-white long legs.

"Well, he will definitely win." Tang Yanqi pursed his little mouth slightly, and a drop of sweat fell from the bridge of his nose.

An hour passed in a flash.

Ye Feng opened his purple gold heavy pupils, his eyes locked on the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, and a wisp of sword energy overflowed, instantly increasing his energy to the extreme. He held the Jinglong Fei Sword with one hand, his high fighting spirit became even more intense, and his voice rumbling, "Sword Master, please give me advice"

"Who said that I don't have a sword genius in China?" The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan looked at Ye Feng's sword intent and developed a love for talent.

"However, Mr. Ye, since this is the ninth heaven of the mysterious realm of death, I will never show mercy. If I die, don't blame me." The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan flew on his robe, slowly lifting up the black cross sword, and his sword energy was raging.

"Master Sword Master, although you are strong, I am not weak in this ninth level of heaven. I must pass through it," Ye Feng said confidently.

"I hope you have this strength"

After speaking,

The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan raised the Black Death Cross Sword and said in a deep voice, "This sword is called Canglan."

"This sword has been broken once, and it was broken in the hands of the Japanese Sword Saint. It is like me, and it has an obsession in its heart. Because of this obsession, its power is even more terrifying. Mr. Ye, you can take it." The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan held the Canglan sword and his raised arm suddenly fell down.

A sword came back like a vast river and sea, carrying the supreme sword power and landing in the center of Ye Feng's eyebrows.

boom

The light curtain in front of Ye Feng was bursting, and he was under great pressure from the sword.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Feng took several steps, but finally blocked the sword.

But quickly, Ye Feng's body tensed up again, and the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan raised the Canglan sword again and fell down again.

Rumble

A sword that was more terrifying than before was pressed down, like mountains hitting Ye Feng.
Chapter completed!