Huiri Haruna looked at the blood dyed her clothes red, and the murderous aura in her pupils was like blooming petals, giving people an extremely gloomy feeling.
"Do you need to be angry?"
Ye Feng sneered, exerting the Phantom Step to the Extremely. He lifted the Canglan Great Sword, and almost no moves, so he just killed directly towards Kuna Eri.
Bang bang bang
The sword aura formed by Sekina Eri was shattered again, and the passing sword aura once again carved several shocking sword marks on Sekina Eri's delicate body with ice-skinned and jade bones.
A strong smell of blood drifted out.
Eri Haruna retreated repeatedly, the murderous intent in her pupils became more intense, and she was holding the Big Dipper Sword more tightly.
"I did a pretty job and returned all the humiliation to the Chinese swordsmanship. How could a Japanese woman be bullied?"
"Young Master Ye is unparalleled in swordsmanship, and he will definitely raise the banner of swordsmanship in China again."
"As long as Ye Feng wins this battle, who dares to say that Mr. Ye is not, it is my life and death enemy in the future."
"The fire of hope in the Chinese swordsmanship will set off a prairie fire."
A loud shout
The bloodiness of the Chinese martial arts powerhouse was completely stimulated.
Everyone's eyes were bloodshot and clenched their fists. Whenever Ye Feng hit Ai Ri, they burst out with shouts of thunder and thunder, as if they wanted to completely vent the aggrievances of the Chinese swordsmanship over the past decades.
"Brother, do you see this is the peerless Young Master Ye?" Su Bai's eyes were hot and he was full of admiration for Ye Feng.
"It's really like this, the beauty is so beautiful." Su Chen exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his evaluation of Ye Feng was improved a little more.
The elders of the sword tomb held the hilt tightly, and the blood in their bodies seemed to burn.
They are the group of people who most hope to see the rise of Chinese swordsmanship.
It’s a pity that the Chinese swordsmanship has been silent for more than ten years and has not yet appeared with a stunning and brilliant person.
Until now they saw Ye Feng.
Just like seeing a rising star, this star may be able to break through the long night that envelops the entire China and bring real hope to the Chinese swordsmanship.
The significance of this battle
It's too big
Ye Feng not only wants to win, but also wants to win beauty
"You want to win." Li Qingshan covered his broken arm, and his turbid eyes burst out with rays of light.
What he regrets is not that he lost, but that he has embarrassed the Chinese Swordsmanship. He hopes that someone can truly shoulder the future of the Chinese Swordsmanship.
If so,
Even if he dies, he will be in peace
The sense of honor of the Chinese nation is engraved in its bones.
Zhou Yong of the Zhou family of the ancient martial arts gritted his teeth and kept praying in his heart that Ye Feng would win the battle.
The Chinese swordsmanship needs someone to stand up at this time.
He can't do it,
But he hopes Ye Feng can
Only Xiao Buhui, the legitimate son of the Qing Gang leader, had a gloomy face.
Once Ye Feng wins, the fact that he is afraid and does not fight will inevitably be brought up again, and he will no longer be able to compete with Ye Feng, and may even become a shame for the Chinese swordsmanship.
"Ye Feng, why don't you die?" Xiao Buhui cursed viciously.
After just this moment of duel, he knew that he would never be Ye Feng's opponent.
As long as Ye Feng is alive,
He will be suppressed by Ye Feng forever
He would rather be in the eternal night than be suppressed by Ye Feng
This is an absolutely selfish person.
On the platform.
Mo Qingyan, the King of Hell, looked at Ye Feng's arrogant appearance and relaxed a little. Ye Feng's absolute confidence now made them feel as if they had seen the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan back then.
No, Ye Feng is more arrogant and more confident than the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan
"Master of Nangong Family, what do you think of Mr. Ye's sword skills?" Mo Qingyan looked at Nangong Lingtian jokingly.
"The sword intent is strong and the offensive is unmatched, but it is not enough to win Ai Ri Haruna." Nangong Lingtian said with a gloomy face and lowly.
"So, the head of the Nangong family does not think that Mr. Ye can win this battle. Since that's the case, it's better for us to bet on a game. If Ye Feng wins a great victory in this battle, and then exerts the power of the Chinese sword. I want the head of the Nangong family.
In a secret cave heaven realm in the southwest, if Ye Feng loses, the secret cave heaven realm in the northeast of the Huawu organization will return to the head of the Nangong family. The head of the Nangong family, do you dare?
Mo Qingyan looked at Nangong Lingtian provocatively.
The King of Hell and Mr. Zhao were both shocked. This girl was getting more and more bold.
However, it seems that this girl has never lost the bet under Ye Feng's pressure.
"good"
Nangong Lingtian responded to the idea that he was proficient in swordsmanship and could see that Ari Haruna had underestimated the enemy before. If Ari Haruna had taken all his strength, Ye Feng would definitely not be the opponent.
This is not only his confidence in Eri Haruna, but also his confidence in the Japanese Sword Saint.
He knew that the Japanese Sword Saint would dare to let Ari Kinana come to China, so he would be confident.
That terrifying man,
Always have always been a complete plan, and you will win every battle
"Then I will thank the head of the Nangong family for the first time." Mo Qingyan's mouth raised slightly.
"Mr. Zhuque, don't be too happy too early." Nangong Lingtian looked at Mo Qingyan's smile and felt extremely unhappy.
On the other side.
People from Japan frowned, and looked at the blood dripping on the sword platform of Ari Haruna, and the gloom gradually arose.
"What can Miss Kanna do that so can't even take such a young man?"
"Why is the disciple of the Japanese Sword Saint so incompetent?"
"Miss Kinai, kill this Ye Feng quickly and don't give Huaxia Jiandao any chance"
On the sword stage.
Blood-stained petals exploded in Kusuno's pupils.
In Japan,
Only judge heroes by victory or defeat
If she loses,
He will definitely become a sinner in Japan, be expelled from the Sword Hall, and will not deserve to be a disciple of the Sword Saint of Japan.
All the previous glory will disappear, and she will be regarded as the greatest shame by the Japanese sword cultivator.
so,
She can't afford to lose
Eri Haruna suppressed the gradual fear in her heart, held the Big Dipper Sword, leaving behind afterimages on the spot, rushing towards Ye Feng.
She wants to end the battle quickly
"Your sword heart is in chaos." Ye Feng sneered, and wisps of flames burned in his purple gold's double pupils, locking his eyes on Ye Feng's body.
"Death" Eri Haruna ignored Ye Feng and focused on the sword in front of her, and her figure became extremely ethereal, like a dream and illusion.
"careful"
Zhou Yong couldn't help but yell, he was defeated by the sword of Kusuna Eri.
Everyone's mind tensed up again, and anyone could feel the anger of Eri Haruna, as well as the power and horror of this sword.
Ye Feng shook his head and placed Canglan's sword across his chest.
"Hmph, you're just like that." A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Airi's mouth.
It seems that she still looks up to Ye Feng.
In an instant,
The figure of Ari Karina approaching Ye Feng disappeared like a bubble.
Extremely strange, the real figure of Airi Haruna appeared behind Ye Feng, the Big Dipper Sword was extremely sharp, and a sword slashed towards Ye Feng's life gate. "Everything is over, the hope of the Chinese swordsmanship still dies in me