Mr. Zhao's elderly body hit the snow peak, and the broken bones sounded, rows of blood mixed among the snowflakes, and the scarlet color looked extremely dazzling.

But in just a moment, Mr. Zhao climbed up from the ground with the Longquan Sword as support. The battle robe had broken into pieces, and the eyes were all covered with blood-red colors.

"General Zhao, although you have some skills, it's a pity that you chose the wrong opponent with your body, how many moves can you block me and how long can you last?" The Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan, had a cold eyes, raised his sword, locked in the breath of Mr. Zhao, and rushed away again, not giving Mr. Zhao any time to rest.

Bang

Mr. Zhao did not retreat but advanced, and fought with the Japanese swordsman Uehara Izumi.

The sword light flashed and continued to fly with the snowflakes.

Unfortunately,

Mr. Zhao is old after all, and under the continuous high-intensity combat, his speed gradually becomes slower.

In an instant, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi seized the opportunity and picked up the sword with his backhand, drawing a sword mark deep into his bones on Mr. Zhao's arm.

At the same time, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Quan took the opportunity to approach Mr. Zhao's body, and a heavy sword hit Mr. Zhao like a mountain.

A bang

Mr. Zhao was hit on Xuefeng again, with several broken ribs on his body, and a torn pain came from all over his body.

But even so, Mr. Zhao still stood up with strong will, gasping heavily, staring at the Japanese sword saint Uehara, with a fierce fighting spirit.

"General Zhao, I admire you as tough as before, but all this is just a meaningless struggle."

The Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan, was as fast as thunder, disappeared from the spot, and when he appeared again, he was already above Mr. Zhao, and a sword fell like a burning meteorite.

Roaring array

Mr. Zhao was covered with raised blood vessels and blue veins. Even though he was at an absolute disadvantage, he still blocked the Japanese swordsman Uehara Spring's attack like a tide.

"Um"

The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi took a few steps back and looked at Mr. Zhao in surprise.

He didn't expect that this old man who had already died of frowning had such terrifying explosive power.

"Uehara Izumi, my ten years of being disabled have not made any progress."

Mr. Zhao's voice was full of vicissitudes, and two rays of light burst out from his turbid eyes. He seized an opportunity and moved quickly. All the power gathered on the Longquan Sword, and with the force of Mount Tai, he slashed towards the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Spring.

Immediately, a vast force formed between the square and circle centered on Mr. Zhao, and rustled down towards the Japanese sword saint Shangyuanquan.

The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi, who was in the center of the storm, raised his eyebrows and his expression became solemn for the first time.

Gradually, the body of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi became a little distorted under this storm of power, as if it was about to be torn to pieces.

The Japanese sword saint Uehara snorted coldly, holding the sword in both hands, and shouted angrily "Yi Sword"

It can be seen from the naked eye that the sword saint Uehara storm swept forward like a sandstorm.

A bang

The two forces made a deafening sound.

"General Zhao, your power is still too weak." The Japanese sword saint Uehara quan rushed towards Mr. Zhao quickly and slashed in the air.

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Mr. Zhao had a bloody wound in his chest and abdomen.

Mr. Zhao's face became paler and his body swayed, as if he could fall down at any time.

The next moment, the Japanese sword saint Uehara swayed his sword, and a series of blazing beams of light like magma formed in an instant, falling straight towards the life gate of Mr. Zhao.

The Japanese Sword Master Uehara Izumi's magma waterfall is much better than the one used by Eri Haruna that day.

This is a devastating attack

Whether it is speed or strength,

All are incomprehensible

Under the crisis, Mr. Zhao did not dare to be careless. He put all his strength into lifting the Longquan Sword and burst out all his strength to block these beams of magma.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

The explosions were endless.

There were signs of avalanche on Longhu Mountain, snowflakes were flying, and the ground where the Japanese sword saint Uehara and Mr. Zhao were constantly collapsed.

A bang

Mr. Zhao's arms were bent, and he could not bear such a terrifying killing move. The bones on his shoulders exploded, his body was directly hit on the ground, and several extremely terrifying wounds were added to his body.

The snow fell, burying Mr. Zhao's body under the white snowflakes.

"General"

At the other end of the snow peak, Zhao Bing clenched his fists, his pupils were filled with blood, and his body kept trembling, forcibly suppressing his impulse and preventing him from rushing over.

The Japanese sword saint, standing on the snow peak, scattered his spiritual consciousness, and there was no joy on his face.

At this moment,

A dazzling sword light soared into the sky from the ground, shining brightly

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The collision of sharp blades is extremely harsh.

The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi took a few steps back and stared at Mr. Zhao who was shaking with wounds on his body. He couldn't understand why this old guy could still hold on until now.

Logically speaking, this old guy should have died long ago

"General Zhao, you once again went beyond my expectations, but you should understand that you cannot be my opponent. If you are willing to surrender to me and join my Japan Sword Hall, I can spare you death today, and I can give you a more glorious identity than in China, how about it?" The Japanese Sword Master Uehara Izumi said in a deep voice.

"Hahahahahaha, death in battle is my long-cherished wish in this life. You dare to think about it if I surrender."

Mr. Zhao spat, hunched over, swallowed blood, clenched the dragon fist sword tightly with both hands, and dripping blood from his body, fusing under the Longquan sword.

Immediately, Mr. Zhao's already pale face turned paler, like white paper.

"Old guy, you want to die."

The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi exhaled heavily.

Now Mr. Zhao is completely using his life-threatening fighting style.

After this battle, no matter the outcome, Mr. Zhao will never survive.

"I said that death in battle is my destination and glory." Mr. Zhao smiled with his mouth open, burning the essence, blood and soul in his body, fully exerting the last power.

"Slaying of Heaven"

Mr. Zhao's voice was like thunder, exploding in the air, and his figure was like an eagle. He rushed towards the Japanese sword saint, Uehara, and fell down crazily with a sword.

Each sword cuts a piece of space into pieces
Chapter completed!