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When Ye Feng saw the scars and almost completely gone, his pupils were filled with blood and his whole body was trembling.

Ye Feng forcibly suppressed his anger, took out dozens of silver needles from his sleeve, and stabbed them into the key acupoints of Mr. Zhao, stopping Mr. Zhao's injuries that were still aggravated.

Immediately, Ye Feng wisps of purple-red energy entered Mr. Zhao's body and kept wandering between Mr. Zhao's muscles, bones and bloodlines.

"Damn it! Damn it!" A dense cold sweat appeared on Ye Feng's forehead.

Mr. Zhao's injuries were even more serious than he thought!

at this time,

Mr. Zhao's internal organs were broken and could no longer complete normal metabolism. What was even more terrifying was that Mr. Zhao's body was broken, his qi and blood were exhausted, some flesh and blood had completely necrotic, and some organ functions had even stopped functioning.

In this case, it is already a miracle that Mr. Zhao can still live.

But even so,

Mr. Zhao may not be able to hold on for long.

Even Ye Feng felt a sense of powerlessness at this moment.

"Cough cough... why are you here?" Mr. Zhao slowly raised his eyelids, and Ye Feng's appearance was reflected in his turbid eyes, and he barely squeezed out a smile.

"Old man! Why don't you listen to me? I said that I will defeat the Japanese Sword Saint!" Ye Feng kept turning the silver needle, stimulating the blood circulation in Mr. Zhao's body.

"It's not your business, it's mainly because I want to fight another game..." Mr. Zhao said weakly with his voice intermittently.

"What a big deal! You are so old, isn't it good to enjoy your life? Why do you show off? If you die, how can I explain to Shuangyan? How can I pass this level of my life? You old guy, do you feel guilty for the rest of your life? Let me tell you, don't even think about it! Even if you have one foot stepped into the coffin board, I will pull it out for you!"

Ye Feng condensed a drop of essence and blood from his fingertips, and as the silver needle penetrated into Mr. Zhao's body.

Ye Feng didn't care about anything at this time!

The most important thing now is to save Mr. Zhao’s life.

"Worry... Uehara Izumi is very strong. I'm afraid I haven't forced out his full strength yet. If it really doesn't work, remember to save your life. The future will be long..." Mr. Zhao reached out and grabbed Ye Feng's arm and reminded him.

"You old guy! I've said everything! I will definitely win! I won't let you die! Ten days later, you can watch me how I killed this shitty Japanese sword saint!" Ye Feng stopped Mr. Zhao's injuries, provided Mr. Zhao with his own essence and blood to life, stabilizing the leaping of Mr. Zhao's heart.

After doing all this, Ye Feng exhaled a sip of turbid air.

Mr. Zhao’s life is temporarily saved!

But what made Ye Feng sad was that even if he used his essence and blood to prosper Mr. Zhao, he could only last for about ten days at most.

Ten days later,

It’s hard to save the gods!

That's this time.

All forces followed Ye Feng to Longhu Mountain.

When everyone saw Zhao Bing lying in a pool of blood, Mr. Zhao who knew nothing about life and death, and was shocked to see the Japanese Sword Saint who was majestic and standing upright like a sharp sword.

"what happened!"

"There was a battle between the Japanese Sword Saint and Mr. Zhao! Depending on the situation, the Japanese Sword Saint should have won!"

"Just just feel the breath of the Japanese Sword Saint at this moment, I feel chilling! There is no doubt that the Japanese Sword Saint is stronger than that year. This time, Ye Feng and the Japanese Sword Saint are afraid there is no hope for the duel!"

"If Mr. Zhao dies... China might have changed again!"

"Hmph! Mr. Zhao is Ye Feng's biggest backer. Without Mr. Zhao, Ye Feng's death would not be far away!"

Everyone was talking.

Ye Feng didn't care at all about this.

Ye Feng gently put down the old man Zhao who had already passed away, slowly stood up, his eyes penetrated everything, and fell on the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan, without any concealing his murderous intent. His voice was hoarse and cold: "Today, I will return every blow you hurt Mr. Zhao ten times a hundred times."

"Ye Feng?"

The Japanese sword saint Uehara squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Feng with interest, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the man who could defeat my three disciples was so young. This was beyond my expectations. But your mistake was that you shouldn't provoke me. This is the way to die!"

"Yeah!"

Ye Feng's pupils shone coldly, his five fingers opened, he held the Canglan sword, and his phantom footwork flashed, and he hit the Japanese sword saint Uenhara.

The Japanese sword saint, Shangyuan Quan, snorted lightly, raised the Tiancongyun Sword, and the sword energy around him tangled, facing Ye Feng.

boom!

The Canglan Great Sword and the Tiancongyun Sword collided in mid-air.

Explode and explode!

The huge roar shook the entire Longhu Mountain.

The blazing sword energy continued to overflow.

Everyone around changed their faces and retreated one after another, for fear of involving Ye Feng's battle with the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi.

"What a terrifying blow!"

"Who's winning!"

"Obviously, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi is even better!"

Rapid,

Ye Feng separated from the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan, and his murderous aura rushed.

Ye Feng's heart trembled.

There is no doubt that

The Japanese Sword Master Uehara Izumi is the strongest opponent he has ever met!

It is even more powerful than Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hong Sect in his heyday, and is even more heart-wrenching than Xuanyuan Yi, the elder of the hidden Xuanyuan family!

Widths of purple-red aura were hovering around Ye Feng, pointing Canglan's sword at the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan with a high fighting spirit.

Similarly,

The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi was also extremely shocked by Ye Feng's strength.

Just a sword,

He has used nearly 80% of his power, which is enough to cut the strong man at the peak of the Divine Realm into two halves.

But the man in front of him only took a few steps back!

This man,

Much stronger than he expected.

"Huaxia Ye Feng, it's true that there are some skills! It seems that my three disciples lost unjustly! Ten days later, on the top of Hengshan Mountain, I'll wait for you! At that time, I will use this Tiancongyun Sword to pierce your heart and tell the world that the Chinese swordsmanship has been completely defeated!" The Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan, snorted coldly and said indifferently.

"You want to kill me? You have to have this ability! Ten days later, I will cut you into pieces! Let you understand that China is not a place where you can be presumptuous!" Ye Feng's voice was cold.

"Hahahahaha! No one dared to talk to me like this for a long time! Ye Feng, ten days later, at the top of Hengshan, see you again!"

After saying that,

The Japanese sword saint, Ueharaquan, flashed and disappeared quietly on Longhu Mountain.

A cold light flashed in Ye Feng's pupils. He returned to Mr. Zhao, picked up Mr. Zhao with both hands, and carried Zhao Bing beside Mr. Zhao, and stepped down to Longhu Mountain step by step. The voice spread all over the world: "From today, whoever has any collusion with the Japanese Sword Hall will be killed without mercy!"

: Chapter 5 is here, the weather is getting cold, everyone should pay attention to the cold~~~Love your author, mushroom...
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