Another slash came out.

"Whoosh——"

The tip of the knife has not yet reached, but the killing intent is already fierce.

"kill!"

Ye Fan's eyes turned cold, he held the broken knife in both hands and drew a perfect arc.

"when--"

There was another crisp sound, and the two knives collided hard. Qingmudao Temple and Ye Fan each took five or six steps back.

The grass on the ground was completely messy, and a few stones were even cracked.

Aoki Daoji's eyes were completely red from the killing, and he didn't even take a breath. He raised his samurai sword and struck it down again.

Fast and hard.

At this moment, Ye Fan felt that his vision was blurred.

He was about to retreat with all his strength, but suddenly found that his head was dizzy and his consciousness was stagnant.

When he woke up again, the katana was already in front of him.

Ye Fan could only raise his weapon, and in a hurry he could only block it upward.

"when!"

The katana fell and the two swords collided.

A crisp loud noise spread out in all directions, and strong winds filled the sky with grass clippings flying.

A muffled hum came from Ye Fan's mouth.

In the sight of Zheng Siyue and the others, they saw Ye Fan being hit by a knife, and his whole body flew backwards.

Although Ye Fan was mentally prepared for the power of Qingmu Dao Temple, he still didn't expect that he could unleash such a sword.

This knife is too fast and too domineering!

Moreover, he also discovered that the opponent's samurai sword was smeared with poison, and he was poisoned after several collisions.

"Old guy, he really does everything he can."

Ye Fan took out an antidote pill and swallowed it to slow down the onset of his injury.

"kill!"

Qingmudao Temple charges again.

Ye Fan shook his right hand and grabbed another knife to protect himself.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Qingmudao Temple struck out thirty-six swords in one breath, the swords were sharp, and they all carried the tragic appearance of a strong man dying.

Ye Fan deflected all the katana attacks.

But every time there was a collision, Ye Fan's jaws hurt, and his energy and blood also boiled.

Thirty-six swords were used again, and Qingmudao Temple and Ye Fan fought to death.

Ye Fan's face became more solemn. Qingmudao Temple was like a punch. The power of one punch could kill several cows.

However, Ye Fan quickly caught a clue, and there was also a hint of anxiety in Qingmudao Temple's eyes.

A clue that can't be conquered for a long time.

And after more than a hundred cuts, Ye Fan found that his pressure began to lessen.

The power of Qingmudao Temple began to fade.

Ye Fan's heart moved.

"Qingmudao Temple, your ability to combine medicine with martial arts is good, but it's a pity that you forced yourself to break through, and you are still old and weak, so you can't last long."

"I feel that your breath is messed up and your strength is beginning to fade."

There was a flash of light in Ye Fan's eyes: "At most twenty moves, you will die."

Qingmudao Temple's eyes turned cold: "I don't know what you are talking about, but no matter how weak I am, I can still kill you."

Ye Fan smiled brightly and did not block the attack again, but used the Windward Willow Step to avoid it.

Another series of sixteen moves, Qingmudao Temple was all pierced, his face became more gloomy, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"flutter--"

When Qingmudao Temple slashed the air with another sword and his body trembled slightly, Ye Fan suddenly shook and half-cut the knife, and struck Qingmudao Temple with thunderous force.

Gone in a flash!

Aoki Daoji's face changed drastically. Feeling Ye Fan's power, he shouted angrily and then waved his samurai sword to block the attack.

"when!"

Ye Fan's sword was as powerful as a rainbow and pierced the sword.

With a bang, the blade exploded instantly, unable to withstand the penetrating power of the broken blade.

"prick--"

The momentum of the half-cut knife continued unabated, and it struck Qingmudao Temple's chest.

The sword that was ready to go had an overwhelming murderous intent, as if it would not give up until it achieved its goal.

Aoki Daoji's face was completely ugly. He felt the breath of death, subconsciously waved his katana and retreated backwards at the same time.

But the lethality contained in Ye Fan's move was completely beyond the imagination of Qingmudao Temple.

"prick--"

Although Aoki Daoji used his katana to suppress the broken sword, his whole body retreated as quickly as possible.

But Ye Fan stepped forward, touched his left hand to his right, and swung the fish intestine sword fiercely.

"No--"

Aoki Daoji's heart trembled, he roared angrily, pressed all his strength, and jumped back with all his strength.

But as soon as he retreated halfway, the fish intestine sword slashed across his chest.

A stream of blood burst out.

Several silver needles also fell.

"flutter!"

With a sharp sound, Aoki Daoji fell to the ground, his body shook, and his whole body slowly returned to its original appearance like a deflated balloon.

It’s just that he looks more vicissitudes of life, more haggard, and more aged.’

It was obvious that the battle just now had exhausted a lot of his vitality.

Qingmudao Temple didn't shout or struggle, he just covered his wound and leaned against the pillar.

He's not dead yet, he's still far away from death.

But the outcome has been decided, and Ye Fan's life is in his hands.

"ah--"

Seeing this scene, many Yangguo people felt extremely sad and desolate, as if their spiritual support had been castrated.

Their gazes focused on Ye Fan, and in their eyes, it seemed as if the sun was setting and a brighter sun was rising.

The remaining dozen or so men and women from the Yang Kingdom felt like they were mourning their heirs.

Zheng Siyue was also stunned. She never expected that Ye Fan could even defeat Qingmu Tao Temple.

"Protect Mr. Aoki"

The Yangguo people trembled and protected the Qingmu Taoist Temple with a crash.

"You lost too!"

Ye Fan didn't care about the swords and guns of the Yang people, he just looked at Qingmu Tao Temple and smiled lightly:

"As I said just now, the Aoki family should be in order."

Qingmudao Temple cannot move, but it can move its mouth:

"The Blood Medicine Sect's debts are in arrears."

Ye Fan's smile was still bright: "Then I will wait for you to ask for it, but you have no chance to ask for it..."

Hearing these murderous words, more than a dozen men and women from the Yang Kingdom raised their swords and prepared to fight Ye Fan to the death.

"Clang!"

At this moment, a loud noise exploded.

The closed door suddenly collapsed and fell to both sides.
Chapter completed!