Swoosh! The Glacial Dragon Sword was slashing down at an extremely fast speed, creating a light barrier in the air above. Wherever the light screen passed, even the air was frozen into tiny ice crystals and fell to the ground!
Cui Ziwen, who was wearing a black robe with golden threads, did not dare to be careless when he saw the Frost Dragon Sword coming at him menacingly. His black robe fluttered without any wind, and his hair and beard fluttered in the air. His entire body was instantly covered in a dazzling red light! At the same time, he raised both of his arms with his palms facing up and slowly stretched them out.
The Frost Dragon Sword was less than a foot away from Cui Ziwen's head in an instant!
"Heaven Severing Hands!" Cui Ziwen shouted in a low voice, and the red light on his body increased by three feet. He clasped his arms together and slammed his palms against the Frost Dragon Sword that was coming down heavily from above! The speed was so fast that it left behind a series of afterimages in the air!
"Pa!"
Boom!
White light and red light scattered everywhere. Cui Ziwen used his palms to clamp down on the Frost Dragon Sword that was coming at him menacingly! He stopped the huge sword right above his head!
"Ah …" Ye Fan, who was in mid-air, was unwilling to give up after seeing Cui Ziwen clamp down on the Frost Dragon Sword with his palms. He continued to exert strength in his hands, wanting to use the huge sword to split Cui Ziwen's palms apart. However, no matter how much strength he exerted, the Frost Dragon Sword's huge body did not move at all!
"Break!" As Cui Ziwen spoke, the red light on his body exploded once again. He exerted force with his palms, and with a boom, the huge sword he was clamping down on instantly shattered with a bang, turning into countless specks of light that drifted away with the wind. The Frost Dragon Sword immediately returned to its original size!
Ye Fan, who was in mid-air, held the Frost Dragon Sword in his hand. His eyes were empty, and he looked dejected. Without spiritual energy, the Frost Dragon Sword gradually turned into a snake shadow sword, and the silver dragon also turned back into a small snake.
"I lost," Ye Fan said calmly.
He had used 100% of his spirit energy and the Blood Phoenix's spirit energy to unseal the Snake Shadow Sword into the Cold Dragon Sword. He had wanted to use all of his strength to defeat the enemy in one move, but who would have thought that this Cui Ziwen was too powerful. Without using a weapon or a movement technique, he was able to break his ultimate move with just his bare hands.
It seemed that no matter what, he would not be able to defeat Cui Ziwen today. That move just now had consumed nearly eighty percent of his spiritual energy. Even if he scattered his spiritual energy and self-destructed, he would not be able to harm Cui Ziwen. Then again, even unsealing the ice dragon was useless, let alone scattering his spiritual energy and self-destructing. It seemed that only death awaited him today. He had thought of letting the other Ye Fan in his body come out to try, but he had no idea how to return to the bamboo forest, let alone communicate with the other him.
"What? Not fighting anymore? "Cui Ziwen said as he slowly floated towards Ye Fan.
"I'm not fighting anymore. I admit defeat," Ye Fan said.
"You're really not fighting anymore?" Cui Ziwen said as he floated in front of Ye Fan.
"I'm really not fighting anymore," Ye Fan said. "If you want to kill me, then do as you please."
"Haha," Cui Ziwen laughed. "Do you have any last wishes? Let's hear them."
"I can die," Ye Fan said to Cui Ziwen. "But before I die, I have two requests for Master Cui."
"What are they?" Cui Ziwen asked.
"After I die, I ask Master Cui to stop making things difficult for the Ye Clan. My father injured Chi Yao, so I'll pay for it, "Ye Fan said. He had heard from his father, Ye Kong, that although Cui Ziwen was cruel and merciless, he was a man of his word. He would definitely do what he promised. Otherwise, the Jianghu would not have fought so fiercely over Cui Ziwen's three gold coins that could grant wishes.
Although his father, Ye Kong, and grandfather, Ye Yun, had high cultivation, they were still far from Cui Ziwen. Perhaps other than his Brother Kim and Sky Dragon, the only person who could deal with him was Ye Ming. However, Ye Ming had already made his stance clear after the battle at the ancestral home. From now on, he would have nothing to do with the Ye Clan. Now that the Ye Clan had lost its power and there was no news of his father and grandfather, if they were targeted by Cui Ziwen, they would not be able to protect themselves.
"On account of your filial piety, I promise you," Cui Ziwen said with a smile, "We'll forget about the past."
"Thank you, Master Cui," Ye Fan replied.
Cui Ziwen was indeed straightforward.
"What's the second thing?" Cui Ziwen asked.
"My beloved wife, Fujiwara No Chiko," Ye Fan said, "Master Cui has seen her before."
"What do you mean?" Cui Ziwen asked.
"Since Master Cui was able to find me, I'm sure he knows about this." Ye Fan said, "My beloved wife was kidnapped by Matsumoto Takeyoshi's adopted son, Zhou Quan, who disguised himself as my father. Not only that, but he also used the Japanese's secret soul-transforming technique on Chiko. She no longer recognizes me, and all her previous memories have been replaced. "
"I know about this," Cui Ziwen said as he asked Ye Fan, "Why? Do you want me to save her?"
"I originally wanted to restore her memory, but now it seems that this is a good thing." Ye Fan smiled bitterly. "It's good that she forgot about me. She won't be sad when she recovers her memory. I want to ask Master Cui to think of a way to send her back to Japan. Just let her live the life of an ordinary person. "
"Why should I help you do this?" Cui Ziwen asked Ye Fan with a smile. "What benefits do I have?"
"After I die, the treasured clothes on my body and the treasured sword in my hand will naturally belong to you." Ye Fan said, "I still have tens of thousands of taels of silver, but Cuiming Hall's wealth is comparable to that of a country. Master Cui naturally doesn't care about tens of thousands of taels of silver."
"Treasure robe? Sword? " Cui Ziwen said with a smile, "These two items of yours are indeed not bad. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in other people's items."
"Then is Master Cui interested in this item?" Ye Fan said as he took out the small wooden box that Qing Chenzi had given him. He reached out to open it and showed it to Cui Ziwen.
However, Cui Ziwen's expression changed drastically when he saw it.
"Where did you get this bell?" Cui Ziwen asked hurriedly.
There was indeed a mystery to this bell! Ye Fan thought to himself. From Cui Ziwen's expression, he definitely knew the secret of this bell.
"A friend gave it to me." Ye Fan didn't mention Qing Chenzi.
"Friend? What friend? "Cui Ziwen continued asking.
"Just a friend. Master Cui, there's no need to ask." Ye Fan said, "I'll give this to Master Cui. Can Master Cui fulfill my wish?"
"Forgive me for being blunt, but I'm afraid that only you can save Fujiwara No Chiko." Cui Ziwen said, "You should keep this bell for yourself."
"Me?" Ye Fan was confused after hearing Cui Ziwen's words. "You're not going to kill me?"
"When did I say I was going to kill you?" Cui Ziwen said with a smile, "You were the one who made the first move."
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