The one who left the letter was Zhao Bing, the confidant next to Mr. Zhao.
After reading the content of the letter, Zhao Shuangyan's delicate body kept trembling, and tears filled her eyes.
Her grandfather is going to have a life-and-death showdown with the Japanese Sword Saint
Zhao Bing did not want Mr. Zhao to die alone. He left a message to explain that he would die before Mr. Zhao, and at the end he asked Zhao Shuangyan to hand over the holographic images arranged on Longhu Mountain to Ye Feng.
"Grandpa Uncle Zhao"
Zhao Shuangyan sniffed, reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and ran towards the Tang family villa as fast as possible.
"It must be urgent, it must be urgent."
Zhao Shuangyan kept recalling every bit of life with Mr. Zhao in her mind, and her heart was like a knife.
But for a while,
Zhao Shuangyan rushed into the Tang family villa and said in a panic, "Brother Ye Feng, my grandfather has something to do, please go and save him, please go and save him, maybe it will be too late."
Zhao Shuangyan was extremely scared.
Hearing Zhao Shuangyan's voice,
Ye Feng appeared as fast as possible. Looking at Zhao Shuangyan's pear blossoms with rain, he was shocked and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong with the old man?"
"Brother Ye Feng, my grandfather and my grandfather went to duel with the Japanese Sword Saint, and Grandpa was in Longhu Mountain with the determination to die. You must save him, I am the only relative of grandpa." Zhao Shuangyan cried more and more
It's fierce, explaining the situation as quickly as possible.
"Don't worry, I will definitely bring Mr. Zhao back alive, I promise you."
Ye Feng clenched his fists, and his surging breath soared into the sky, exerting the Phantom footwork to the extreme, heading straight to Longhu Mountain.
Just think about it for a moment, he will know what Mr. Zhao wants to do.
If Mr. Zhao really had a few mistakes, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life
Mr. Zhao treated him like he was a biological grandson, and solved too many troubles for Ye Feng.
Without Mr. Zhao, Ye Feng would not have been able to reach this point so smoothly.
"Why are you so willful, old guy, my battle, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you, I will definitely win, do you have to hold on and wait for me?" Ye Feng used his vitality in his body, completely exploding his blood and blood.
Go out, like lightning, comparable to the speed of sound
Ye Feng's actions immediately attracted the attention of all forces.
"Is that what happened to Ye Feng? I haven't seen Ye Feng look so crazy in a long time."
"It must have happened and it seems that it is a big deal. Could it be that the Hidden Family has taken action? Now the duel between the Japanese Sword Saint and Ye Feng is about to face off. Even if the Hidden Family wants to attack Ye Feng, it should not be in a hurry."
"Ye Feng's direction is Longhu Mountain, I just noticed that there seemed to be a battle fluctuation on the top of Longhu Mountain."
"Come on and take a look"
All forces are moving.
Ye Feng was too lazy to pay attention to these things and rushed towards Longhu Mountain.
The top of Longhu Mountain.
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Mr. Zhao's defensive wind was torn apart again, and the Japanese sword saint Uehara Quan's Tiancongyun sword pierced his abdomen again.
Bang
Mr. Zhao was swept away by Jianfeng.
"Ye Feng captured Keina Eri and killed Yuwu Yamamoto and Jiuqin. I will use your life to vent my anger first." The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi's eyes were cold, and he kept killing Mr. Zhao with the Tiancongyun Sword.
Between a few breaths,
Mr. Zhao's injuries were so serious that they were dying.
But Mr. Zhao still did not fall down, and his pupils still had the most intense fighting spirit.
Don't exhaust the last drop of blood,
He will never fall down
A murderous intent flashed through the pupils of the Japanese sword saint, and with a grim smile, he raised the Tiancongyun sword and stabbed it straight into the heart of Mr. Zhao.
This sword,
No way to avoid
The entire retreat of Mr. Zhao was blocked.
Mr. Zhao stood there, his eyebrows were locked, and his body could not move, so he could only wait for his own death to come.
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The Tiancongyun sword penetrated through
Blood exploded.
But what surprised the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi was that someone actually blocked Mr. Zhao and blocked the killing attack for him.
"Zhao Bing"
Mr. Zhao hugged Zhao Bing and looked at Zhao Bing's pierced heart, with blood in his eyes.
"General, I am your soldier, and I am willing to die for you. Unfortunately, Zhao's soldier is useless and cannot help the general, but I must die before you. This is my glory General, you are the backbone of China.
I, Zhao Bing, can follow you to fight on the battlefield for the rest of my life, and this life is worth it.”
Zhao Bing showed a relieved smile, gradually disappeared, and his soul dissipated.
"madness"
The Japanese sword saint Uenaki took out the Tiancongyun sword and glanced at Zhao Bing coldly, and his eyes fell on Mr. Zhao again, "Even if you can live for a moment, what's the point of it?" Old guy, I will send you into the Huangquan Road soon.
”
After speaking, the Japanese sword saint Shangyuanquan raised the Tiancongyun sword and slashed at Mr. Zhao again.
boom
A wound that penetrated deep into the bone marrow appeared down from Mr. Zhao's shoulders and ribs, revealing the thick white bones.
But at this time, Mr. Zhao could no longer feel any pain. Looking at Zhao Bing's body that had already become cold, he was extremely sad and angry.
Click
Seriously,
The bones on Mr. Zhao's body made crackling sounds. Mr. Zhao burned all the power that could be burned. He held the Longquan sword again with both hands, and his pupils were covered with scarlet blood, like a crazy ferocious beast, heading towards the Japanese sword saint Uehara
The spring runs away.
"It's a pity that this attack means nothing to me"
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Quan sneered and held the Tiancongyun Sword to increase his speed and strength to the extreme.
A sword comes out,
The entire Longhu Mountain seemed to be split into two halves.
Click
The Tiancongyun sword swung by the Japanese sword saint Shangyuanquan directly cut the Longquan sword in Mr. Zhao's hand into two halves, and the sword energy rushed towards Mr. Zhao like a wind blade.
The blood flowers spread out,
Mr. Zhao was like a kite with a broken string, drew a parabola in the air, and smashed into the snow with a bang. The broken Longquan sword fell beside Mr. Zhao.
At this point,
Mr. Zhao lost any strength anymore and only had one last breath left, and he could die completely at any time.
"This is the end of challenging me. Next, I will take your head and teach Chinese people a lesson."
The Japanese sword saint Uehara sneered and slashed at Mr. Zhao's neck with a sword, unwilling to give Mr. Zhao a whole body.
"You're looking for death"
That's when
Ye Feng's roar resounds throughout the world
Ye Feng rushed to Mr. Zhao and took the attack of the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan with his physical body.
There was a sword mark on Ye Feng's back, and drops of blood fell from Ye Feng's back.
Ye Feng didn't care at all about this and squatted to check Mr. Zhao's injuries.