Mr. Zhao's breathing gradually became rapid. He could see that the current sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was stronger than that of the past.
But while you are improving, the other party is also improving.
As far as he has learned recently, the Japanese Sword Saint has stepped onto another level. His sword power is unparalleled, and he has become the ancestor of the founding sect and has become a symbol of Japanese Sword Taoism.
With the current strength of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, he is probably still no match for the Japanese Sword Saint.
Want to defeat the Japanese Sword Saint,
Only then will there be another amazing swordsman genius who breaks the rules and finds a different path
Mr. Zhao has always put this hope on Ye Feng.
According to his plan, it is not difficult to surpass the Japanese Sword Saint as long as Ye Feng is given another ten years.
But obviously,
Something happened now.
Ye Feng and the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan met in advance
On the platform.
The Hongmen leader, Emperor Jiang and the Hongmen second leader, Wei Ziqing, were all relieved. They did not know that the ninth level of the mysterious realm of death was guarded by this former leader of the Hongmen.
But the moment the two saw the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, they knew that Ye Feng was dead.
Even if Ye Feng is given nine lives, no matter how capable Ye Feng has, he will never be able to defeat the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan.
Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hong Sect, looked at Zhuo Yuhuan in the ninth heaven of the Mysterious Realm of Death, with an extremely complicated expression.
then,
He also admires the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan very much.
However, there is one thing he has never understood. With the ability of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, why did he have to fight a battle for China that was not his own?
At that time, he advised Zhuo Yuhuan not to be enemies with the Japanese Sword Saint, and could even use the Japanese martial arts to compete with the Huawu Organization, and the Hongmen made profits from it.
If the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan listened to his suggestion, why is the Hongmen now?
How could the Huawu Organization be suppressed by
But on the other hand, Hong Zijing secretly thanked Zhuo Yuhuan for his failure
If this sword master has been undefeated, how can he get on the throne?
He can only be under Zhuo Yuhuan's halo forever.
"As long as I integrate Tang Yanqi's ancestral bloodline, I may have a chance to defeat the Japanese Sword Saint, Sword Lord, you will always guard this Nine Heavens of Death and kill Ye Feng for me. Your hatred, I will then
I will take you for you. I will take you for the step you haven't taken."
Blood flashed through Hong Zijing's pupils. He believed that the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan would guard the last heaven for him.
With his understanding of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, Ye Feng will surely die.
Everyone else looked at each other, and his heart was raised to his throat. He looked at Ye Feng and Zhuo Yuhuan in the Ninth Heaven of Death, holding his breath, waiting for the last battle.
In the Ninth Level of Death God.
Ye Feng slowly approached the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan. Every time he took a step, he felt the solemn sword intent more and more.
"I dare to ask senior, who is the first person to come here?" Ye Feng clenched his fists, pressed his fierce sword energy, and kept moving forward, approaching the sword field formed by the black cross giant sword.
"I am a stunning and stunning person, Mo Rushi, who is known as a genius of swordsmanship, but unfortunately, he is still a little worse than me. Therefore, he died in my hands. You are very good, but you can't get out of this alive.
The ninth level of heaven.” The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan raised his eyelids, just glanced at Ye Feng, as if he saw Ye Feng through.
"That may not be possible"
A smile appeared on Ye Feng's mouth, and a high fighting spirit surged up. Widths of purple-red sword energy appeared around him, intertwining with the oppressed sword energy around him.
Sneak
The two sword energy fought together, but for a moment there was no difference in the victory or defeat.
"Um"
The turbid gaze of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan flashed a look of surprise. Looking at Ye Feng, his voice hoarse, "You are also practicing swordsmanship."
"Of course, as the best kendo in killing, I naturally master it."
In a blink of an eye,
Ye Feng has arrived at the periphery of the sword field formed by the Black Death Cross Giant Sword.
One step further will fully enter the attack range of the sword field.
Ye Feng did not hesitate at all and took a step in.
Sneak
The sword energy was like a blade, and a storm was rolled up, trying to tear Ye Feng into pieces completely.
In the center of the storm, Ye Feng was howling around him. No matter how the storm was raging, he could not get close to Ye Feng's body.
That's this moment.
The black cross sword inserted directly on the ground made waves of sword sounds.
In an instant,
With the black cross giant sword as the center, the sword energy became even more violent and rushed straight towards Ye Feng.
Even Ye Feng changed color slightly at this moment, and he completely raised his mind.
In this sword field,
An oversight,
It may be doomed.
The purple-red flames in Ye Feng's purple gold pupils burned wildly, constantly decomposing all the sword energy that was approaching him. Layers of blood appeared on his body. The Flying Dragon Sword also flew out at this moment, and was surrounded by his body at an extremely fast speed.
Continuously circling and entangling, forming a sword energy that blocks the erosion of any sword energy.
But even so, Ye Feng still struggled. With every step he took, the sword energy around him became even more crazy and raging, and the murderous intent formed became even more fierce.
This is the most terrifying sword field Ye Feng has ever seen
If it were someone else, they would have been strangled into pieces of meat by the storm formed by these sword energy.
Ye Feng clenched his fists, and two rays of light burst out from his pupils. He stared at the black cross sword in front of him. He had an impulse to hold the hilt of the sword and pull the cross sword out from the ground.
But soon Ye Feng shook his head, his eyes flashed over the black cross sword, and fell on the dead middle-aged man.
At this time, the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was slightly surprised, obviously not expecting Ye Feng to be able to do so.
Looking at the Flying Dragon Flying Sword floating around Ye Feng, a touch of spirit flashed in the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan's unsightly and indifferent gaze, which quickly became dim. But the eyes of Ye Feng looked at Ye Feng were more interested.
.
"The defense is good, but with defense alone, you can't pass through my sword field. If you can't pass the sword field, you naturally don't have the qualifications to let me draw a sword." The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan drooped, his voice hoarse, like a ghost, resounding throughout.
In the ninth level of the God of Death.
"Senior, although your sword field is strong, you can't stop me." Ye Feng's fighting spirit increased a little more, and the sword aura formed around him became stronger.
Ye Feng's eyes were burning and he began to accelerate, step by step, firmly and continuously moving forward.
Rapid,
Ye Feng had already arrived in front of the Black Death Cross Sword. The most violent sword energy was like flying swords, shooting towards Ye Feng's internal organs, trying to shoot Ye Feng a hornet's nest.
Bang bang bang bang
Suddenly,
Ye Feng's body shook violently and his face turned slightly pale, but Ye Feng didn't care about this.
Ye Feng opened his five fingers and kept approaching the Black Death Cross Sword. The impulse to hold the hilt of the sword became stronger and stronger.