Facing the sword power that was like a mountain torrent, Ye Feng's face rushes with blue veins, and wisps of blood rush up into the sky. His whole person and the purple-red sword in his hand were melted into one, and the purple gold double pupils locked a little.
, rushed away without hesitation.
laugh
The overturned sword power was torn apart by Ye Feng.
Ye Feng had a little more blood on his body. He looked at the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan and laughed and said, "Sir, Sword Master, you have taken this sword."
In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng's body was like a blood-colored hurricane, running towards the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan.
This sword,
Ye Feng aimed at the chest of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, and had a spirit of not returning until he defeated Loulan, and he used all his strength.
"Yes" the muscles on the face of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan condensed together, his face looked extremely solemn, and his body flashed quickly.
But no matter how he dodged, he could not avoid Ye Feng's sword.
"This sword is similar to the sword of the Japanese Sword Saint back then. The simplest one is often the most powerful one." The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan looked at Ye Feng who was united with the sword and felt a wisp
The threat of death.
This is the first time he has had this feeling since Hengshan fought with the Japanese Sword Saint.
The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan took a deep breath, sweat oozed out from his palm, holding the Canglan sword tightly with both hands, and his legs spread slightly, like a hawk's gaze locked on Ye Fengxing, gathering all the strength, and trying his best.
, cut off a sword, shouted "Sword Eight"
As Jian Ba fell, thunder exploded on the plain
The wind and clouds were raging in the air, and the space was distorted to the extreme.
Sword vortexes formed around the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
The two forces collided most directly.
Sound booms are endless.
Everyone stood up as they watched this scene, and dripping cold sweat fell on their foreheads, wetting the ground.
"Ye Feng's sword path is so powerful that it is so powerful. I thought Ye Feng could not even block the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan's sword master, but now Ye Feng has forced the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan to such a level."
"As far as I know, Jian Ba is the limit of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan. On the top of Hengshan, the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan fought with the Japanese sword saint, which was to use Jian Ba to injure the Japanese sword saint. From this, it can be seen that Jian is the sword
How terrifying is the power of Eight? This battle has come to the end."
"When the sword is released, Ye Feng shouldn't be able to stop it."
"It must not be stopped unless Ye Feng's swordsmanship can already be compared with the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, but this is simply impossible."
"It's a pity that Ye Feng's martial arts swordsmanship can be said to be the best in the world. It's a pity that he met the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan."
"That's not necessarily true, Young Master Ye may not be defeated."
now.
Yu Yasu Bai's body was extremely tense. Looking at the ninth level of heaven, which was completely covered by the sword energy, he had goose bumps all over his body.
This battle was completely beyond their expectations. The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was stronger than they thought, and Ye Feng was stronger than they thought.
"You must win"
The two gritted their teeth. If Ye Feng wins this battle, a new kendo legend will be born.
Ye Feng will take over the flag of the Chinese swordsmanship
"This guy can't win." Su Chen, president of the World Chamber of Commerce, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his deep eyes stared at the ninth level of the mysterious realm of death, trying to penetrate the layers of sword aura, look
Clear the picture inside.
"Ye Feng, go to death." Xie Tianyi, Tang Yuanxing, Zhuge Yun and the other two kept swallowing, and they had goose bumps all over their bodies.
Ye Feng's strength has given them too much threat
If Ye Feng can still survive,
Then it will be their doomsday.
"Young Master Yuwen, is Ye Feng still a human being? The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan can actually fight with the other party to this extent." Yuan Tianwei, the owner of the Tiansha organization, felt a little worried, and his voice trembled.
Yuwen Batu's face was extremely gloomy.
If he had faced Ye Feng's sword, he would have been dead now.
"Don't worry, Ye Feng will soon become a dead person." Yu Wenbatu said viciously with a ferocious face.
"Qiyan, maybe this kid really has a chance." The white tiger guard in the Huawu organization kept tense and his eyes never left Ye Feng.
From the first sword that Ye Feng had produced, the King of Hell knew that he still underestimated this guy.
This guy is just a monster that cannot be guessed by common sense
"Um"
Mo Qingyan nodded heavily, flames flashed in his pupils, and his delicate body gradually trembled due to tension.
"Ye Feng, I won him."
Mr. Zhao's eyes suddenly protruded, the wrinkles on his face gathered together, and blood filled his pupils.
He knew that only by defeating the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan could Ye Feng be able to challenge the Japanese sword saint
Only then can we return the humiliation of China back then
On the platform.
The Hongmen leader Jiang Emperor and the Hongmen leader Wei Ziqing looked at each other. The battle in the ninth heaven was completely beyond their imagination.
The two of them roared in their minds and could not judge the result of this battle.
"Don't worry about Ye Feng's death"
Mr. Hong slapped the table with a palm, his face extremely gloomy.
This battle,
He can't afford to lose
During the birthday party.
Everyone's hearts were always hanging, waiting for the outcome of this battle.
In the ninth level of the God of Death, the sword energy dances randomly.
Whether it was Ye Feng or the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, they ignored everything at this moment and completely exploded his power.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
In an instant.
Ye Feng and the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan intersected.
Ye Feng stood there, his black clothes were covered with sword marks, and there were dense wounds on his body, blood flowed, and the lush white bones were revealed one by one, his face was extremely pale, his body was shaking, and he might fall down at any time.
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On the other side, the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan supported his body with Canglan's sword, coughing out blood in his mouth, and a look of horror flashed through his eyes.
This showdown,
It seems that he is not a winner, but in fact he is half weak.
"Hahahaha, Mr. Ye, what a domineering swordsman." The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan turned around and looked at Ye Feng seriously, with constant thoughts.
"Master Sword Master, your sword art is stronger than mine, but unfortunately, your sword heart is covered with dust and lacks the will to invincible, so I can share the same beauty as Master Sword Master." Ye Feng said in a deep voice.
The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan trembled all over and smiled bitterly, "Yes, the sword heart is covered with dust. It's just because I lost that year, even if I took more than ten years, I still couldn't get out."
The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan shook his head with some regret, looked at Ye Feng's eyes, and said in pain, "Actually, I already knew that in this life, I can never beat the Japanese sword saint anymore, and I hope you can Ye
Young Master, don’t let me down. Remember to tell me the day you defeat the Japanese Sword Saint.”
After speaking, the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan took a step forward, and his five fingers held the Canglan sword tightly again, and his spirit was flying. "Young Master Ye, there is still sword nine above the sword eight. Please reward this sword."