The Japanese sword saint Uehara quan formed a realm, with sharp swords as the radius, and the square and circle were all in the world where he was.
"No matter how powerful your attack is, it cannot break my world." The Japanese swordsman Uehara Izumi sneered a sneer on the corner of her mouth and said confidently.
But soon,
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi smiled and Mr. Zhao's slash of heaven was much more powerful than he thought.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Under the continuous attacks, cracks appeared in the domain of the Japanese Sword Saint himself.
"break"
Mr. Zhao poured out all his strength without reservation, constantly swinging his sword, as if he was never tired.
A bang
The domain world of the Japanese sword saint Uehara quandou cracked, and a surging sword headed towards the center of his eyebrows.
The Japanese Sword Saint's pupils contracted into a thin line, blocking the sword in front of him.
Click
Sword broken
An extremely fierce sword landed straight on the eyebrows of the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan.
At the moment of life and death, a blood light flashed around the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan, and his body retreated suddenly.
laugh
A wisp of blood spilled out of the Japanese sword saint Shangyuan Quan's eyebrows.
If this sword went a little further, he might have been cut in half.
The Japanese sword saint Uenaki Quan looked at Mr. Zhao, who was bent with fear, and his sweat and blood mixed together, had a strong murderous intent in his pupils.
he,
Angry
An old guy who was so frowning hurt him twice
This is something he can't stand.
"Old guy, you've reached the limit, right now, should you die?" The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi threw away the broken sword in his hand, his face covered with frost, his five fingers spread out, and he murmured.
moment,
A giant sword full of cold light came across the sky and fell into the hands of the Japanese sword saint Ueno.
"Old guy originally thought you were not qualified to let me use my real power. Now it seems that I underestimated you to vent the anger in my heart. I will let you die slowly in despair. Do you know,
Why is this sword name? "The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi's aura kept rising, completely different from before.
Now the Japanese Sword Master Uehara Izumi has become extremely terrifying
Mr. Zhao coughed blood. The previous slash of heaven had almost exhausted all his qi and blood. His physical strength could no longer support the high-intensity battle.
"The famous sword in the legend of Japan, the Tiancongyun sword"
Mr. Zhao was trembling.
Now he realized that the Japanese Sword Master Uehara Izumi has never used his true strength
"Old guy, you have some vision. It's good that this is the Tiancongyun Sword. It took me ten years to completely inject my energy into this sword. At this time, I am one with this sword. Congratulations,
You will be the first person to die under this sword, this is the glory I have given you.”
Japanese sword saint Shangyuanquan flashed in his pupils, and his body turned into a sword light, rushing towards Mr. Zhao.
“So fast”
Mr. Zhao had a ferocious face and raised his whole mind, trying to judge the landing point of Uehara Izumi.
But when Mr. Zhao discovered Uehara Izumi's figure, he was already half a step late.
The rustling sword wind wrapped around the Tiancongyun sword. The Japanese sword saint Shangyuanquan picked up the Tiancongyun sword and swept towards Mr. Zhao.
Bang
Mr. Zhao was swept away directly, his arms kept trembling, and cracks appeared in the five fingers holding the Longquan Sword, and blood kept dripping.
What shocked Mr. Zhao even more was that the Longquan Sword had a broken mouth
You know, the Longquan Sword is made of black iron and is extremely hard
"Old guy, are you desperate? Do you still think that the Chinese swordsmanship may ignite hope again? Let me tell you that if you have me, Uehara Spring, one day, the Chinese swordsmanship is destined to be trampled by the Japanese swordsmanship, and there will never be a day to stand out." The Japanese swordsmanship saint
Uehara Izumi's face became colder, and her figure flashed, and she rushed towards Mr. Zhao again.
At this moment, Mr. Zhao was no match for the Japanese sword saint Uehara Quan. The Longquan sword he was holding was cut out again, and there were cracks in the sword body, which could collapse at any time.
Mr. Zhao had even more sword marks on his body, and there was almost no intact skin on his body.
The Japanese sword saint Shangyuanquan raised the Tiancongyun sword like a ruler and smashed it at Mr. Zhao.
Bang
Mr. Zhao smashed into the ground from mid-air, forming a huge snow pit.
But even so, Mr. Zhao still did not make a sad sound, and he still struggled to stand up from the ground with all his strength.
He knew he had reached his limit
But he can't just fall down
He needs to get more useful information for Ye Feng
Obviously,
The terrible saint of the Japanese swordsman Uehara Izumi is beyond everyone's imagination
If Ye Feng is not prepared for this, it will inevitably be extremely dangerous.
Mr. Zhao roared to the sky, stood up again, lifted the Longquan sword again, and pointed to the heart of the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan. "The hope of the Chinese sword will not be extinguished, you will eventually be defeated."
"Hahahaha, old guy, you really don't give up."
The Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan frowned, leaving behind afterimages on the spot, and appeared strangely behind Mr. Zhao. The Tiancongyun sword pierced the strong wind defense around Mr. Zhao, and a sword passed through Mr. Zhao's chest and abdomen.
.
Mr. Zhao's pupils suddenly expanded, and blood from his chest and abdomen fell to the ground.
The already pale face no longer has any blood, and the breath has become intermittent.
"General"
On the other mountain peak, Zhao Bing's eyes were about to break, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes. His ten fingers clutched the ground and slowly crawled towards Mr. Zhao.
laugh
The Japanese sword saint Uehara quan pulled out the Tiancongyun sword, looked at the swaying old man Zhao with a sneer, and said, "I didn't kill you back then, but you are not so lucky today. I will kill you slowly, I want to see it.
How sad and angry will Ye Feng be when he sees you tragically dying."
"I, why are you afraid of death?" Old Master Zhao's eyes gradually became calm. He held the Longquan sword tightly with his hands again, staggered and took the initiative to kill the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan.
at this time.
During the Tiannan vacation in the villa, Zhao Shuangyan was restless, her right eyelids kept twitching, and she felt a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart.
Zhao Shuangyan remembered the scene of Mr. Zhao and her separation.
Before, Mr. Zhao went out to do business and never said goodbye to death like yesterday.
"grandfather"
The more Zhao Shuangyan thought about it, the more panicked he felt, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
She had a strong premonition that her grandfather must have something to hide from her
Zhao Shuangyan hurried to the secret room where Mr. Zhao hid his sword.
When she found that the sword box with the Longquan Sword had become empty, her heart completely sank to the bottom of the valley.
at the same time,
Zhao Shuangyan discovered a letter in the sword box