"This Aoki Jian Jue was created by our ancestors of the martial arts of our country."

"Thousands of years ago, my ancestor Aoki, using this sword, called the heroes, and East Asia."

"It was Ye Qingtian that year, under this sword, he was also seriously injured."

"You are a yellow mouth, an unknown junior, how did you do it?"

"tell me!"

Looking at the Yuehe roar, in the words, it's all cold.

However, in the face of the questioning of Wangyuehe, Ye Fan laughed.

He looked down at the old man in front of him, just if he was a monarch, he looked down at the ants.

"Tell you?"

"Do you think, do you match?"

What?

"presumptuous!"

"You are an unknown junior, dare to insult me?"

"When I Wang Yuehe was in the martial arts, are you afraid of not being born?"

Wangyue Henu was immediately furious.

In his life, he was high, and the world saw that he was not afraid of respect.

Now that Ye Fan is so insulting him, how can Wang Yuehe tolerate.

However, after Ye Fan heard, the joke on his face was even more rich.

"Wangyuehe, you are already the person who will die, do you think you still have the qualification to be angry with me?"

In the faint low words, there is endless killing intention.

The chill and endless anger, as the wind and snow are turbulent.

The rivers under your feet are all condensed into ice.

"Come on."

"Give yourself, leave some face."

Ye Fan stood up with a negative hand, and looked at the past.

The face of Wangyuehe was suddenly white.

Today, the bottom card of Wangyuehe is still out of the same, but still failed to do it. Ye Fan.

Coming here, it can be said that it is over.

Ye Fan made Wang Yuehe hold his sword and he was kind.

At least, the martial arts bone of Wangyue River is preserved.

However, what Ye Fan didn't expect was that in the face of his words, Wang Yuehe suddenly laughed.

"Haha ~"

"Let me be 刎?"

"Ye Fan, you are so angry!"

"Do you really think that I have already been in a poverty -stricken donkey in Wangyuehe, and has it been stuck in a desperate situation?"

"You take my sword god, take my Japanese martial arts, think too simple."

In the laughter, the power of Wangyuehe's body was condensed again.

Wind and snow roll, qi and blood roll.

The original momentum of Wangyuehe, at a terrible speed, climbed crazy.

After a while, Wang Yuehe's body exuded a little bit of blood.

On the arm, the face, the neck, the blue tendons are exposed.

"Teacher, you ..."

Seeing this scene, the Yingyue behind the palace behind me was suddenly white.

Others do n’t know, but what is the martial arts in the Kaidong Yueyue of the Japanese martial arts.

This is called "Blood Blood". Users will rise quickly.

However, the price is that the body has suffered a severe damage, and it is repaired for ten years.

This is a desperate move.

Why did not expect that his teacher was forced by Ye Fan to this point?

"Originally, this trick was ready to leave Ye Qingtian."

"I didn't expect it, you were forced out today."

"Junior, give me death!"

Boom ~

Drinking in anger, Wangyuehe's robe, no wind automatic.

The wind and snow crazy, the mountains and rivers are surging.

The Wangyue River under the outbreak, the sword in his hand suddenly raised.

Under the traction of his long sword, the Dongchang Lake water under his feet even seemed to be summoned, and it rose up.

Nine -way water column, like nine dragons, swept the Quartet.

In the ear, all the sounds of Long Yin Tiger howl are vertical and horizontal.

In the snow and snow, the dragons are rising to the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds is rolling!
Chapter completed!