The Japanese Sword Saint was resurrected from the dead, and his previous injuries were completely healed.
Looking at this scene, dense cold sweat permeated everyone's foreheads, as if they had seen great horror.
"What's going on when this is resurrection?"
"Look at the ray of light on the chest of the Japanese Sword Saint is definitely strange."
"That is the most mysterious eight-foot Qiong Gouyu among the three major Japanese artifacts. It saved the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi and let him survive under Ye Feng's sword power."
"This magical artifact in the legend of Baqiong Gouyu has countless vitality"
"So that's how the Japanese Sword Saint has been in seclusion for more than ten years and has been melting Japan's three major artifacts, eight-foot Qiong Gouyu, are constantly alive in the Japanese Sword Saint. It is almost impossible for Ye Feng to kill the Japanese Sword Saint.
This is bad.”
"Damn it, the three major Japanese artifacts, Tiancongyun Sword, the Yata Mirror, and the Eight-foot Qiong Gouyu are all in the hands of the Japanese sword saint, Uehara Quan. This is a determined intention to make my Chinese swordsmanship doom never recover."
"Can Mr. Ye still have the energy to continue fighting?"
"Hahahaha, don't think about it anymore. I've thought about it for a long time. Ye Feng is so easy to defeat. It's better to die as soon as possible. If I do, my property will double and don't struggle anymore."
"You fucking say, I'll kill you now"
"Sword Saint Majesty"
People from Japan burned hope again and straightened their chests.
"Kill Ye Feng" the priest Kawanoxue's face was covered with frost and said coldly.
"clear"
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi formed seals with both hands, and the black curse seal on her body appeared again. The huge figure of the left-beard god appeared behind her, and the surging aura soared into the sky.
"Ye Feng, you ruined my Yata Mirror, how do you think this account should be settled?"
The Japanese sword saint Uehara silhouetted his footwork, lifted the Tiancongyun Sword and fought towards Ye Feng.
At this time of this battle, he had paid an extremely heavy price
For this reason, only Ye Feng's blood and life can calm his anger.
"Do you have the ability to settle accounts?"
Ye Feng's eyes were slightly cold.
He did not expect that the Japanese sword saint Uehara Spring could be resurrected, but for Ye Feng, this was just another kill.
In an instant, Ye Feng raised the Canglan Great Sword, condensed his bloodline again, and used his magical power.
boom
Canglan's Great Sword collided with the Tiancongyun Sword.
The Japanese sword saint Uehara quan flew out horizontally, but he was still no match for Ye Feng.
Bang
Ye Feng's sword pressed down
Smash the Japanese Sword Master Uehara Spring underground
"God Kill"
Ye Feng made extremely fast action, drops of essence and blood condensed on Canglan's sword, and blood-colored beams hit the Japanese sword saint Shangyuanquan's life gate.
Sneak
The blood-colored beam quickly penetrated the defense of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi, shooting him into a bloody hedgehog.
Ye Feng took advantage of the victory to pursue him and left a phantom on the spot, appearing in front of the Japanese Sword Saint Uehara Spring, and stabbed straight into the center of the Japanese Sword Saint Uehara Spring's heart with a sword.
Immediately,
The Japanese sword saint Uehara quan let out a shrill scream, and his body exploded like blood mist.
But the next moment, the figure of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi appeared again, and the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu in her chest burst out with a strong light, showing its vitality.
"Hehe Ye Feng is useless, you can't kill me. Your physical strength is no longer enough now. Your magical killing method, how many times can your divine power be exerted? When your qi and blood are exhausted, it's just that
When you die tragically, I will peel you up and cramp you, making your life worse than death.”
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi was covered with black curse seals, and the muscles on her face were completely twisted together, as ferocious as a ghost. "By the way, I heard that your wife is pregnant and wait for you to die, I will catch her in person, let me
My disciples in the Sword Hall torture them one by one. I think the pregnant woman must have a good taste and your forces. I will take revenge one by one. I will make you feel at ease in purgatory. I will make you regret being an enemy of me.
”
"You shouldn't be angry with me, and you shouldn't touch my reverse scale."
Ye Feng's tone completely calmed down.
And this,
It was Ye Feng’s moment of rage.
The heat on Ye Feng's body was even more intense, his whole body was covered in blood, and the endless purple-red energy spiraled around Ye Feng.
Ye Feng's pupils spread out, and two lines of blood fell from his eyes. He stared at the figure of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Quan, holding the hilt of the Canglan sword in both hands, and constantly accumulating momentum.
Feeling the rich murderous intent that Ye Feng blew in his face,
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi couldn't help but take a step back, as if he was staring at the god of death, with goose bumps all over his body, and a hint of fear in his heart.
Soon, the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan eliminated the fear in his mind. The blue veins and blood vessels on his body protruded, and he used his left-beard divine power to take the initiative to kill Ye Feng.
Sneak
The Japanese Sword Master Shangyuan Quan fell down with a sword, but it all fell into nothing, not hurting Ye Feng at all.
"Now, everything about you is in my control. You should know that there is no one in this world who cannot be killed. Even if the so-called artifact, Eight-foot Qiong Gouyu, can give you life, there is a limit as long as I kill more
How many times have you, you will die sooner or later in my hands."
Ye Feng looked at the Japanese sword saint Uenhara, smiled coldly, as if the speed of light, and slashed horizontally towards the opponent with a sword.
Bang
Under the huge power, the Japanese sword saint Uehara quan flew out horizontally
The next moment, Ye Feng appeared behind the Japanese sword saint Uehara, and slashed down with a sword against his forehead.
One knife and two pieces
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Spring turned into blood mist again.
Similarly, three seconds later, the figure of the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi appeared in the blue smoke again, but as visible to the naked eye, the brightness of the eight-foot Qiong Eagle in his chest became dimmer.
"It seems that I'm right. The vitality in the Eight-Foot Qiong Eggyama is limited. I'm curious how many times it can bring you back from the dead."
Ye Feng sneered, aimed the tip of the Canglan Great Sword at the Japanese Sword Master Uehara Quan, and said indifferently, "Actually, this is good. I can kill you again and again, so that you can experience despair and death again and again.
I feel that this taste must be bad.”
"Damn it"
The Japanese sword saint Uehara yelled angrily, looking at Ye Feng's bloodthirsty moment, fear continued to spread in his heart and could not be gone.
This time, he really felt the approaching of death.
If you keep being killed,
Not only did Bachi Qiong Gouyu's chances of life have been reduced, but it was even more harmful to him.
Can't continue like this
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi gritted her teeth, and the black spell seal imprinted on her body began to penetrate into her body and blended with her blood.