With a series of shocking sounds, a Chinese man stood up one after another and saluted Mr. Zhao in the direction of Mr. Zhao, with a solemn expression.
Now some people may have forgotten the contributions Mr. Zhao has made to China.
But some people will never forget how this old man devoted himself to China until his death in that difficult era
How to fight for the rise of China
The old man's merits are enough to be praised by millions of words, and they are enough to be remembered by future generations forever.
It can be said that without Mr. Zhao's efforts, China would never have achieved what it is today.
A soldier burst into tears. This is the eternal star in their hearts.
"Old Master Zhao is gone"
"Old Master Zhao can see Ye Feng's powerful sword, and can hear what the Japanese sword saint said in person that Japan's sword saint is not as good as the Chinese sword saint. This is also a joyful devastating thing. After all these years, Mr. Zhao has not read it wrongly, Mr. Zhao
The will will continue to continue.”
"But then again, without Mr. Zhao, who can protect Ye Feng in the future. If some powerful people want to move Ye Feng, they just need to find an excuse. Even the Huawu Organization only plays an important role in the martial arts world.
Can't interfere in the power struggle between the world"
"Rumored that many of the major powerful people are from hidden families, and they may be in peace again in the future."
"Ye Feng is the emperor under the night of China, so it is too easy to be caught by others. I guess someone is thinking about how to target Ye Feng now."
"If I were Ye Feng's enemy, I would definitely take advantage of the opportunity of Mr. Zhao's death to completely penetrate Ye Feng into the abyss."
"If you think too much about Ye Feng, as long as you win this battle, you will be the hero of China. You will be the hero of China's swordsmanship alone. Whoever dares to deal with Ye Feng in front of him is purely seeking death."
"That's not necessarily. If Ye Feng is left in the authorities, his development will be limited and he will easily fall into a crisis."
Dongfang Bainangong Lingtian Ouyang Tianci and Sima Kongming's pupils all shrank.
"What should I do now? The Japanese Sword Saint has been defeated. Is it necessary to make an idea to attack Tang Ying?"
"The elder has not heard anything yet, but Mr. Zhao's death is a good thing. In the future, we will be much more convenient for those forces in Ye Feng's hands. Under power, those forces under the night are simply the same.
Vulnerable"
"Don't worry, based on my understanding of people like Japan, they have sent so many people here, and they will never be willing to leave like this."
"You mean they will attack Ye Feng"
"It is very likely that we will prepare our people first and ensure that we can rob Tang Ying at any time. As for the others, let's take a look."
"When Mr. Zhao dies, the sky is about to change again."
At this time, Ye Feng stepped on the Japanese sword saint Uenaki, with his deep eyes looking towards Mr. Zhao.
Looking at the quiet smile remaining on the corner of Mr. Zhao's mouth, Ye Feng felt sad.
Even though he knew that Mr. Zhao had no regrets during his lifetime, the sadness in his heart still surged like a tide.
This old man,
Isn't he the same if he regards him as a relative?
Ye Feng raised his head slightly, letting the tears in his eyes flow back, and rekindled a violent anger. He stared at the Japanese sword saint Ueno and said coldly, "If it weren't for you, how could Mr. Zhao have suffered more than ten years of pain?
I will leave this world so early, how can this hatred be achieved?”
"Don't kill me, I have already admitted defeat, and according to the rules, you can't kill me."
The Japanese sword saint Uehara silenced and trembled, and was extremely frightened.
Now, he just wants to survive
"I can't kill you, it's a joke. I know that I can kill you just now, why do you still let you live because I die like that. It's so cheap for you. I said before the war started, I will put everything
All I have to pay back ten times a hundred times” Ye Feng’s tone was cold, and a little cold light burst out from his pupils.
In an instant, a stinging pain came from the eyes of the Japanese sword saint, as if burned by flames.
ah
The Japanese sword saint Uehara citadel let out a shrill scream, rows of blood flowed out of his pupils, holding his scalp with both hands, constantly tearing it up, and the scene in front of him began to change, like a purgatory of the underworld.
Pupil technique
The Japanese Sword Saint kept turning his head, trying to break free from the illusion outlined by Ye Feng
But everything is in vain.
The Japanese Sword Saint in his current state has no ability to resist in front of Ye Feng.
Soon, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi was in a darkness, with hissing sounds all over his body, and time seemed to be still forever.
Suddenly, poisonous snakes rush toward the Japanese Sword Saint Uehara Izumi from all around. Their sharp teeth kept biting the Japanese Sword Saint's flesh and blood, tearing his body to pieces.
Amid the screams, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi witnessed his tragic death with his own eyes
After his tragic death, his body condensed and formed again.
The next moment, countless insects rushed towards him like locusts, covering every inch of the skin of the Japanese Sword Master Uehara Spring, pierced from the pores of the Japanese Sword Master Uehara Spring, sucking his bone marrow and eroding his essence and blood.
Until he died of blood loss
Died tragically again and again, resurrection again and again
It repeats itself.
The Japanese Sword Master Uehara Izumi seems to have been through a hundred years
"Kill me and kill me, please, kill me." The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi kept roaring.
He could not break free from the illusion of purgatory. This torture made him feel in pain and made him regret coming to this world.
Here,
He can't even die
I can only bear endless torture, as if there is no end forever.
"Don't worry about killing you, this is just the beginning"
Ye Feng's voice without any emotion sounded, causing the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi to fall into the deepest despair.
At this moment, the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi regretted it to the extreme
Why,
He's going to provoke this devil
Everyone present looked at the miserable appearance of the Japanese sword saint, and the deepest chills in their hearts, and they became more afraid of Ye Feng.
This man never treats his enemies mercilessly
"It's so scary"
"Have you noticed that anyone who really angered Ye Feng will end up in a very miserable way?"
"The name of the god of killing is worthy of its reputation"
A full half an hour,
The Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi suffered all the torture, almost lost all the pain, collapsed on the ground, leaving only a trace of resurrection.
It was at this moment that Ye Feng raised his big foot and stepped on it, completely slashing the Japanese Sword Master Uehara Quan into blood mist. His eyes looked at a group of people coming from Japan, full of provocation.