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Ye Feng's murderous intent toward the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi no longer needs to be described in words.

Anyone who dares to cooperate with the Japanese Sword Saint at this time will be Ye Feng's enemy.

Treat the enemy,

Ye Feng has always been decisive in killing and will never be merciful.

Under the wind and snow,

Ye Feng returned to Tiannan with Zhao Bing's body and the dying old man Zhao.

Ye Feng did not return to Mr. Zhao’s vacation garden, for fear that Zhao Shuangyan would see Mr. Zhao’s miserable appearance.

"Young Master Ye..." When Wang Ning saw Mr. Zhao, covered in blood, his heart was shocked.

"Prepare a secret room for me, no one can disturb me!" Ye Feng said in a deep voice.

"yes!"

When he arrived at the secret room, Ye Feng took out the silver needle from his sleeve again, stabbed it into every acupoint of Mr. Zhao accurately, and moved the nine-turn golden needle to the extreme.

Soon, dense cold sweat appeared on Ye Feng's forehead.

One day and one night,

Ye Feng did not have any rest and was taking care of Mr. Zhao.

Gradually,

Mr. Zhao opened his eyelids slightly. When he saw Ye Feng, who was pale, he was a little surprised and smiled bitterly: "What are you doing to pull me back from the gate of hell? You are useless to waste your energy."

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have helped you restore martial arts!"

Ye Feng looked at Mr. Zhao's dying look, his pupils were covered with blood, and his fingernails pierced into the flesh and blood in his palms.

He can't save Mr. Zhao!

The vitality in Mr. Zhao's body was almost broken. Even if he recovered his muscles, bones, qi and blood, he would just force him to support him.

The reason why Mr. Zhao is still alive now is entirely due to his essence and blood.

Up to ten days,

Mr. Zhao will definitely die!

"What are you talking nonsense? Chao Wen Dao is enough to die in the evening! I have no regrets when I am dying!"

Mr. Zhao raised his arm with difficulty, patted Ye Feng on the shoulder, showing a kind smile: "Zhao Bing has already gone one step ahead of me, so I naturally can't let him wait for a long time. Child, you don't have to be sad. People will die. Looking back on my life, it's worth it! It's a pity that I didn't witness the moment when the Chinese swordsmanship rose again!"

"Old man! I will definitely let you see the moment when the Japanese Sword Saint was defeated in my hands! There are ten days left, you must hold on, do you know?" Ye Feng's voice was a little choked.

"Okay! I will last until that moment! By the way, have you seen the holographic projection on Longhu Mountain? The Japanese Sword Master Uehara Spring is even more terrifying than ten years ago! You must worry! According to my observation, I am afraid that the other party has not used all his strength yet!" Mr. Zhao said solemnly.

"I know!"

Ye Feng's pupils have murderous intent!

After checking Mr. Zhao's body again, Ye Feng turned around and left, taking the holographic projection that Mr. Zhao exchanged for his life, and watching the duel between the Japanese sword saint Uehara and Mr. Zhao over and over again.

The more you look,

Ye Feng's murderous intent towards the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi became deeper.

"What a terrifying Tiancongyun Sword! Uehara Izumi did not use all its strength! If Uehara Izumi was in the strongest state, it would only be even more terrifying!" Ye Feng's brows were locked, and he instinctively felt a crisis.

Three days,

Ye Feng did not step out of the secret room.

at this time.

The outside world's discussion on the battle between the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi and Ye Feng has reached a boiling point.

"The latest review is out! The Japanese sword saint Uehara quan is at least twice as strong as ten years ago! And it is very likely that half of his foot has stepped into another level outside the divine realm! In addition to the Japanese magic weapon Tiancongyun Sword, Ye Feng has no chance to win this victory!"

"How could this happen! Could it be that the Chinese swordsmanship is really going to be doomed?"

"Ye Feng has been in seclusion for three days, so he must have no idea what to do with the Japanese Sword Saint! The legend of the only emperor under the night of China is probably going to end here!"

"Hmph! Then I see how arrogant Ye Feng is! Don't forget that the supreme guardian of the Huawu Organization has bet on ten secret realms with the Japanese Sword Hall! This is an unprecedented big bet! Once Ye Feng loses, then Ye Feng will be the eternal sinner of China!"

"The higher you climb, the worse you fall! When Ye Feng's invincible myth is shattered, how many forces will still stand on Ye Feng's side? I'm very curious!"

"I think it's better to let Ye Feng admit defeat directly, so as to save time to show his shame on the top of Hengshan Mountain. In this way, it may also give the Chinese Swordsman some face!"

"What are you talking nonsense? A group of bastards are raised! If it weren't for Mr. Ye, the Chinese Sword Dao would have been stepped on by the Japanese Sword Dao, and he would have been unable to raise his head! You are still saying sarcastic words here. If you dare to say something again, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Hmph! Is there anything I can't say? Ye Feng is just too crazy! Sooner or later, he will pay a heavy price for it!"

Everyone's emotions quickly reflected on the odds of the betting market.

Ye Feng's odds of winning have reached 5.3 in one penalty, while the odds of winning of the Japanese Sword Saint have dropped to 1.3 in one penalty.

Obviously, since the Japanese Sword Master Uehara Izumi has shown his strength, almost no one is optimistic about Ye Feng's victory.

In this regard, all forces are also ready to move and begin to leave a way out for themselves.

Although they are advancing and retreating with Ye Feng, once Ye Feng is defeated, they will mercilessly stab Ye Feng in the back to gain the greatest benefit.

For these,

Ye Feng naturally ignored it and was immersed in his own insights.

"Domain...world...rules...swords..." Ye Feng murmured to himself, as if he had some insight, but it was difficult to capture the mysterious and mysterious mystery.

"Forget it, everything goes with the flow!" Ye Feng sighed, his frown gradually loosened, and he did not force anything.

sometimes,

Excessively squeezing yourself is not a good thing.

When you reach Ye Feng's level, if you want to move forward, you will definitely not be able to succeed by working behind closed doors.

After thinking about this, Ye Feng's mouth raised slightly, no longer thinking about the duel with the Japanese sword saint Uehara Izumi, but returned to his wife, stroked Tang Yanqi's belly, and said softly: "Have this little guy bullied his mother recently?"

"This little guy is obedient."

Tang Yanqi tied his hair and smiled gently, bewitching the whole country.

"That's good."

Ye Feng accompanied Tang Yanqi for half an hour and told some interesting stories that have happened recently.

The two talked and laughed, and were filled with happiness.

When he returned to the room, he saw that Tang Yanqi was about to speak but stopped. Ye Feng pinched Tang Yanqi's face and smiled gently, "Honey, I promised you that I will definitely not have any trouble. I will accompany you to raise the baby and witness every moment after he was born."

"Um."

Tang Yanqi nodded heavily.

She believed in this man unconditionally.

No matter how powerful his opponent is, his man will step on him!
Chapter completed!