"Go back and tell your Japanese Sword Saint that one month later, on the top of Hengshan, I will fight for life and death with him."

Ye Feng's voice was like thunder on the ground, exploding in everyone's ears.

silence

Deadly silent

After a while, someone murmured, "I heard it right, Mr. Ye wants to challenge the Japanese Sword Saint."

"I thought it was a problem with my ears, it turned out to be true. After defeating the Japanese sword saint disciple Haruna Eri, he will challenge the Japanese sword saint on the top of Hengshan in a month."

"I admit that Mr. Ye is very strong. Huili Qingna is not a match for Mr. Ye at all, but Mr. Ye is too young after all. The Japanese Sword Saint has been famous for decades. Is Mr. Ye too hasty?"

"Ye Feng is too arrogant. Huaxia Jiandao has just had some hope. Does he want to extinguish this fire of hope immediately?"

"No, you can't let Ye Feng take such a risk. The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan and Mr. Zhao were both defeated in their heyday. Although I don't want to admit it, Ye Feng is probably not the opponent of the Japanese Sword Saint. He is going to die."

"Young Master Ye, you must be joking. You and the Japanese Sword Saint are not people of the same era at all. There is no need to challenge the Japanese Sword Saint at this point in time. You have proved yourself that the hope of the Chinese swordsmanship has been ignited in your hands, which is enough."

"Yes, it's not too late for Mr. Ye to go in a few more years."

Everyone in the field spoke out and persuaded each other.

There is still a possibility of retrieving the challenge now. Once this matter is passed back to Japan, if the Japanese Sword Saint responds to Ye Feng's challenge, it will be nowhere to be done and no one can change it.

“Now, right now”

Ye Feng's eyes were bright and he said loudly, "The top of Hengshan is where the Japanese Sword Saint defeated the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan and Mr. Zhao. A month later, I will be there and merge the grudges of that year. If the Japanese Sword Saint does not come, I will enter Japan alone and take his head. You, go back and pass on the message."

People from Japan looked at each other and repeatedly confirmed it before they were convinced that Ye Feng had said something.

In the past decades, not no one wanted to challenge the Japanese Sword Saint, but without exception, they all died.

Therefore, in recent years, no one has dared to be enemies of the Japanese Sword Saint again.

Unexpectedly,

Today, a man in his early twenties in China threatened to fight for life and death with the Japanese Sword Saint in front of everyone.

People from Japan kept swallowing their saliva, carefully picked up the Beidou Seven Star Sword that was broken into two pieces on the ground, looked deeply at the seriously injured and dying Eri Haruna, who was lying on the ground, and looked at Ye Feng's cold face, with a cold voice, "Young Master Ye, in a month, the Sword Saint will definitely completely destroy you and the sword path of China."

After speaking, people from Japan turned around and left, not willing to stay here for a moment.

They want to rush back to Japan immediately and tell the Japanese Sword Saint what happened today.

After the Japanese came to leave, everyone present looked extremely ugly.

They know,

Ye Feng challenged the Japanese Sword Saint, it is imperative

But this

Is there really a little chance that I can win?

When they think of the power of the Japanese Sword Saint, the hearts of a group of old people are filled with haze. They will never forget the scenes of the Chinese swordsmanship being defeated by the Japanese Sword Saint.

Is the hope that has finally arisen now completely shattered again in a blink of an eye?

A group of people stared at Ye Feng and opened their mouths, but couldn't say anything.

On the platform.

Mo Qingyan and the King of Hell stood up again because of shock.

"Has this kid told you that he wanted to challenge the Japanese Sword Saint?" The King of Hell gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"No." Mo Qingyan shook his head, and was also shocked by Ye Feng's boldness.

Doesn't he know what the Japanese Sword Saint exists?

That's a peerless figure standing at the peak of swordsmanship

"Old man, did Ye Feng mention it to you?" The King of Hell's mind was completely messed up.

Originally, Ye Feng defeated Ai Haruna.

As a result, Ye Feng wanted to do this

This is simply going to die

Mr. Zhao also shook his head, but there were not many surprises about it.

He knew that Ye Feng was because of his reason, so he wanted to decide a victory or death with the Japanese Sword Saint as soon as possible.

His old bones,

It's really not supported for a few years

The Japanese Sword Saint is a thorn in his heart. If he doesn't pull out this thorn, he will definitely regret it for life.

"Where does this kid get the confidence?" Mr. Zhao was mixed in his heart.

"Mr. Zhao, do you think the Japanese Sword Saint will fight?" The King of Hell asked with a hint of expectation.

As long as the Japanese Sword Saint does not respond,

This life-and-death showdown between Ye Feng and the Japanese Sword Saint will naturally not happen, and the time left for Ye Feng and the Chinese Sword Tao will be greatly extended.

"He will definitely face the challenge."

The old enemy appeared in his mind, and his voice was low, "As far as I know, the Japanese Sword Saint will not give the Chinese Sword Tao any chance to rise. With the Japanese Sword Saint's eyes, you can definitely see Ye Feng's potential. He will not raise a tiger for trouble, let alone, destroying the Chinese Sword Tao has always been his long-cherished wish."

As soon as this is said.

The face of the King of Hell Mo Qingyan became even paler.

They also want to believe that Ye Feng can defeat the Japanese Sword Saint.

But this,

Too difficult

It's almost impossible.

"A man who is arrogant and arrogant with a little ability is destined to be unable to become a climate." Nangong Lingtian gradually shook his mind from the shock and snorted coldly.

"Ye Feng wanted to cut off the hope of Chinese swordsmanship, and he was not afraid of becoming a sinner for the ages." Xiao Feng's voice was cold.

"Shut up"

Mo Qingyan directly scolded, "No matter what, Ye Feng defeated Eri Haruna and picked up the hope of Chinese kendo again. What did you do, you are also qualified to comment on Ye Feng."

"What did you say"

Nangong Lingtian and Xiao Feng glared at him. It has been a long time since no one dared to speak to them like this.

Mo Qingyan, who was already in a hot temper, did not give Nangong Lingtian and Xiao Feng face at all, and said directly, "What am I saying, are you still not sure about what I am saying? A group of Chinese borers."

"alright"

The King of Hell pulled him and obviously had some wrong emotions.

Now is not the time to turn against these hidden families.

Mo Qingyan snorted coldly, and then turned his gaze on Ye Feng again, his heart full of worry.

now,

On the sword stage.

Eri Haruna's eyes were covered with blood, and the shock in her heart was stronger than anyone else. She opened her mouth, full of disbelief.

She didn't expect that what Ye Feng said was true

He actually dared to challenge his teacher

"You are looking for death." Eri Haruna had a slutty face and a cold tone.

"court death"

Ye Feng put away Canglan's sword and looked into the distance. He was unparalleled in confidence. "Is the Japanese Sword Saint very powerful in one month, I will kill him like a dog slaughtering?"
Chapter completed!