Chapter 970 China is not a place where you can be presumptuous
When Ye Feng saw the scars and almost completely gone, his pupils were filled with blood and his whole body was trembling.
Ye Feng forcibly suppressed his anger, took out dozens of silver needles from his sleeve, and stabbed them into the key acupoints of Mr. Zhao, stopping Mr. Zhao's injuries that were still aggravated.
Immediately, Ye Feng wisps of purple-red energy entered Mr. Zhao's body and kept wandering between Mr. Zhao's muscles, bones and bloodlines.
"Damn it, damn it." A dense cold sweat broke out from Ye Feng's forehead.
Mr. Zhao's injuries were even more serious than he thought
at this time,
Mr. Zhao's internal organs were broken and could no longer complete normal metabolism. What was even more terrifying was that Mr. Zhao's body was broken, his qi and blood were exhausted, some flesh and blood had completely necrotic, and some organ functions had even stopped functioning.
In this case, it is already a miracle that Mr. Zhao can still live.
But even so,
Mr. Zhao may not be able to hold on for long.
Even Ye Feng felt a sense of powerlessness at this moment.
"Cough cough, why are you here?" Mr. Zhao slowly raised his eyelids, and Ye Feng's appearance was reflected in his turbid eyes, and he barely squeezed out a smile.
"Why don't you listen to me, I've said that I will defeat the Japanese Sword Saint?" Ye Feng kept turning the silver needle, stimulating the blood circulation in Mr. Zhao's body.
"It's not your business, it's mainly because I want to fight another game," Mr. Zhao said weakly.
"You're so old, you're so old. Isn't it good to be so arrogant? If you die, how can I tell Shuangyan how I can pass this level? Do you want to
I feel guilty for the rest of my life. I will tell you, don’t even think that even if one of your feet has stepped into the coffin board, I will pull it out for you.”
Ye Feng condensed a drop of essence and blood from his fingertips, and as the silver needle penetrated into Mr. Zhao's body.
Ye Feng didn't care about anything at this time
The most important thing now is to save Mr. Zhao’s life.
"I have to worry that Uehara Izumi is very strong. I am afraid I haven't forced out his full strength yet. If it really doesn't work, remember to save your life. The future will be long." Mr. Zhao reached out and grabbed Ye Feng's arm and reminded him.
"I've said you old guy, I will definitely win. I won't let you die ten days later and you'll watch me carefully how I kill this shitty Japanese sword saint." Ye Feng stopped Mr. Zhao's injury,
His own essence and blood gave Mr. Zhao vitality and stabilized the leaping of his heart.
After doing all this, Ye Feng exhaled a slight breath of turbid air.
Mr. Zhao's life is temporarily saved
But what made Ye Feng sad was that even if he used his essence and blood to prosper Mr. Zhao, he could only last for about ten days at most.
Ten days later,
Gods cannot save
That's this time.
All forces followed Ye Feng to Longhu Mountain.
When everyone saw Zhao Bing lying in a pool of blood, Mr. Zhao who knew nothing about life and death, and was shocked to see the Japanese Sword Saint who was majestic and standing upright like a sharp sword.
"what happened"
"There was a battle between the Japanese Sword Saint and Mr. Zhao, depending on the situation, it should be that the Japanese Sword Saint won."
"Just just feel the breath of the Japanese Sword Saint at this moment, I feel chilling. There is no doubt that the Japanese Sword Saint is stronger than that. This time, Ye Feng and the Japanese Sword Saint are afraid there is no hope for the duel."
"If Mr. Zhao dies, China may be changing again."
"Hmph, Mr. Zhao, is Ye Feng's biggest backer. Without Mr. Zhao, Ye Feng's death will not be far away."
Everyone was talking.
Ye Feng didn't care at all about this.
Ye Feng gently put down the old man Zhao who had already passed away, slowly stood up, his eyes penetrated everything, and fell on the Japanese sword saint Uenozumi, without any concealing his murderous intent, his voice hoarse and cold, "Today, you
I will return every blow that hurts Mr. Zhao ten times and a hundred times."
"Ye Feng"
The Japanese sword saint Uehara squinted his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Feng with interest, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that the man who could defeat my three disciples was so young. This was beyond my expectations, but you were wrong.
The mistake is that I shouldn't provoke me, this is the way to die."
"Yeah"
Ye Feng's pupils shone coldly, his five fingers opened, he held the Canglan sword, and his phantom footwork flashed, and he hit the Japanese sword saint Uenhara.
The Japanese sword saint, Shangyuan Quan, snorted lightly, raised the Tiancongyun Sword, and the sword energy around him tangled, facing Ye Feng.
boom
The Canglan Great Sword and the Tiancongyun Sword collided in mid-air.
Explode
The huge roar shook the entire Longhu Mountain.
The blazing sword energy continued to overflow.
Everyone around changed their faces and retreated one after another, for fear of involving Ye Feng's battle with the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi.
"What a horrible blow"
"Who's winning"
"Obviously, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi is even better."
Rapid,
Ye Feng separated from the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan, and his murderous aura rushed.
Ye Feng's heart trembled.
There is no doubt that
The Japanese Sword Master Uehara Izumi is the strongest opponent he has ever met
He is even more powerful than Hong Zijing, the leader of the Hong Sect in his heyday, and is even more heart-wrenching than Xuanyuan Yi, the elder of the hidden Xuanyuan family.
Widths of purple-red aura were hovering around Ye Feng, pointing Canglan's sword at the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan with a high fighting spirit.
Similarly,
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi was also extremely shocked by Ye Feng's strength.
Just a sword,
He has used nearly 80% of his power, which is enough to cut the strong man at the peak of the Divine Realm into two halves.
But the man in front of him only took a few steps back
This man,
Much stronger than he expected.
"Huaxia Ye Feng, it seems that my three disciples lost unjustly ten days later, on the top of Hengshan, I'll wait for you to use this Tiancongyun Sword to pierce your heart and tell the world that China is the only one who can do this.
The sword path has been completely defeated," the Japanese sword saint Uehara snorted coldly and said indifferently.
"If you want to kill me, you have the ability to do so ten days later. I will cut you into pieces to make you understand that China is not a place where you can be presumptuous." Ye Feng's voice was cold.
The Japanese sword saint, Ueharaquan, flashed and disappeared quietly on Longhu Mountain.
There was a cold light flashing in Ye Feng's pupils. He returned to Mr. Zhao, picked up Mr. Zhao with both hands, and carried Zhao Bing beside Mr. Zhao, and stepped down to Longhu Mountain step by step. The voice spread all over the world, "From today, who will be the one who will be there?"
If there is any collusion with the Japanese Sword Hall, there will be no mercy to kill you."