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The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan's blood and energy have been exhausted. The power he exerted at this time was to burn his own essence and blood to the death.

If it continues, the blood and blood will inevitably die!

"Sir, Sword Master, stop!" Ye Feng's face changed. He immediately understood what Zhuo Yuhuan wanted to do, and tried to stop Zhuo Yuhuan's crazy behavior.

But at this moment, Ye Feng almost exhausted his physical strength. Every time he moved, his bones seemed to be torn.

"Young Master Ye, just watch it carefully. I have practiced this sword for more than ten years, but unfortunately I still can't cut it out. If this sword is out, what's the difficulty of defeating the Japanese Sword Saint! Young Master Ye, I hope that one day in the future, you can swing this sword, use this sword to cut the Japanese Sword Saint down, and promote my Chinese sword path!"

The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan's blood and energy were surging, burning continuously, blood vessels appeared in his five fingers, and he raised the Canglan sword with great power. The rolling sword energy drew a trace in the air like a Milky Way.

"Young Master Ye, this is Jian Jiu! The sword energy falls from the nine heavens, and everything in the world can be a sword! One sword can cut through the sky!"

The blood and blood of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan were burning rapidly.

Gradually, the figure of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan became ethereal, as if it was not real.

Ye Feng's heart was shocked and he knew that the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan was using his last life to evolve Jian Jiu for himself, in order to let himself understand the mystery of the sword intent.

The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan devoted his understanding of swordsmanship throughout his life to this sword, and he wanted to pass on all his unreserved inheritance to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng clenched his fists and looked at the sword light that seemed to be coming down from the Milky Way, and did not dare to miss a minute.

"Young Master Ye, you can see clearly!" The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan kept waving the Canglan big sword, and his sword moves and sword techniques were constantly dismantled, and they continued to generate, evolve, and fall in Ye Feng's eyes.

This is what he can do in the end!

"Sir, you don't need to do this."

The moment he met Zhuo Yuhuan, he knew that the sword master had not had much time, but living for a few more years was not difficult.

"Hahahahaha! Mr. Ye, this is my choice. Your appearance is a kind of relief for me! I have been imprisoned for more than ten years, but I have never been able to make the sword heart clear. Perhaps, the moment I was defeated by the Japanese Sword Saint, I was already dead! Zhuo Yuhuan, who could not defeat the Japanese Sword Saint, should not continue to exist in this world!"

"Fortunately, God treats me well. When I am dying, Mr. Ye, you appear. You are the person with the strongest sword intent I have ever seen. Among them, the invincible will is not as good as the Japanese Sword Saint! I have seen the hope of the Chinese swordsmanship in you, and the facts have proved that I am right. There are only a handful of martial arts masters who can block my sword one to Jian Eight. Mr. Ye, you are the descendants of the Japanese Sword Saint for me, for me, and for China!"

Zhuo Yuhuan was full of energy and two rays of light burst out from his eyes: "Young Master Ye, what do you think of my Jianjiu!"

"Extremely powerful! If Lord Sword, you use this sword, even if I can block it, I will definitely be seriously injured and dying!" Ye Feng said truthfully.

"It's a pity that I can never complete this sword. It's up to you to come! I believe that Mr. Ye will definitely fulfill my long-cherished wish and carry the Chinese sword! This long night of Chinese swordsmanship should be lit up by Mr. Ye!"

After speaking,

The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan ignited the last blood and his body was like a sword. He merged with the Canglan Great Sword into one, evolving the Sword Nine to the extreme, which was the final contribution to the Chinese swordsmanship.

Ye Feng was concentrating and did not dare to miss any scene.

Hissing!

Half an hour later, the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan had declined to the extreme, his hair turned gray and extremely old.

The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan showed a liberation smile, and sat on the ground with a hunched body. His figure had become dim and illusory, like light sand. As long as the breeze blows, it will turn into ashes and no longer exist.

"Mr. Ye, I have wiped out all the will injected into the Canglan Sword just now. Let's treat this Canglan Sword as my last gift to Mr. Ye."

After speaking,

Canglan's giant sword flew horizontally towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng opened his five fingers, and his heart felt aroused, holding the Canglan sword, which was pitch black all over and had no sharp edges.

"Mr. Ye, this sword can be retracted into his sleeves for easy carrying. This sword is aggrieved with me! I hope it can shine in Mr. Ye's hands!" The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan spoke, his voice became extremely weak, his figure was like a phantom, and it could disappear at any time.

Ye Feng held the Canglan sword tightly, feeling extremely heavy.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, looked at the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, and promised: "Master Sword Master, I, Ye Feng, here I swear that I will use this Canglan Great Sword to cut off the head of the Japanese Sword Saint! I will definitely evolve Jian Jiu perfectly and amazed the world!"

"Hahahahaha! OK! So, I have no regrets!"

immediately,

The figure of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan is like a phantom in the water, passing by the wind, as if it has never existed before.

At the last moment of disappearing, the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan showed a gratified smile.

Huh huh huh huh huh!

As the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan disappeared into the ninth level of the mysterious realm of death.

The gate of the ninth heaven opened suddenly.

It is also at this time.

The mysterious realm of death vibrated and the whole body began to crack.

Obviously, the mysterious realm of Death has reached its limit of endurance. With the shattering of the ninth level of heaven, this secret realm has also come to an end.

at this time.

Everyone in the birthday party watched the scene of the mysterious realm of death gradually disappearing, and the shock in their hearts could no longer be described in words.

"At the last moment, the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan fulfilled Ye Feng's understanding of swordsmanship with his life? Doesn't this mean that Ye Feng has completely inherited the swordsmanship of the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan? If Ye Feng could really absorb this gift from the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan, would Ye Feng be the number one in the swordsmanship in China?"

"The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan is so bold! He is worthy of being a model of our sword cultivator! The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan knew that his sword heart was covered with dust and could not complete the sword nine in this life, so he passed everything on to Ye Feng. The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan is worthy of anyone in this life!"

"After the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan and Mr. Zhao lost to the Japanese Sword Saint one after another, the Chinese sword master has always been inferior to the Japanese sword master. The sword master Zhuo Yuhuan put all his hopes on Ye Feng, which also means that the sword master Zhuo Yuhuan recognized Ye Feng!"

"The Sword Lord reappears in the ninth level of the mysterious realm of Death, but he didn't expect it to end in this way."

"Perhaps, Lord Sword Master has been waiting for someone who can inherit his sword path for more than ten years in the ninth level of the God of Death."

"Great send to Lord Sword Master!"

"Great send to Lord Sword Master!"

"Great send to Lord Sword Master!"

At some point, loud sounds sounded.
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