"Yamei ~"

"Wang Ba egg, have you killed Yami?"

"You should die!"

"My Japanese martial arts, I will never let you go ~"

"Definitely you want to settle!"

Under the Palace of the Sword God, the cold wind.

The two cold swords were one left and one right, and the cave penetrated Nakai Yami's chest, which directly nailed it to the high wall.

The fierce means are trembling.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were silent.

His eyes were red, and his mouth was full of blood. He gritted his teeth and climbed from the place, and the curse of Ye Fan couldn't help. In the words, he was endless resentment.

Not only he, Shi Yelong, who was just through the sword through the sword, also stood up with his footsteps. He was painful and full of resentment. He looked at Ye Fan in this way.

In the face, the turbulent hatred, almost to give Ye Fan a thousand knives.

However, in the face of the scolding of these two people, Ye Fan was unmoved.

He was expressionless and stood with a negative hand.

The indifferent gaze is just if the monarch of the nine days, look down at the ministers.

In the end, a long drink, it cuts through the Changxiao.

"Kneel!"

Boom ~

The sound is like a stubborn thunder, which contains among all.

At the moment Ye Fan fell, everyone only felt that there was a majesty of the mountain, radiating from Ye Fan's body.

It seems that the old faces of the Mount Tai and the Shi Ye Long suddenly became red.

They gritted their teeth, stubborn bones, and tried hard.

"I Wang Yuehe, the sword god, the martial arts leader of the Japanese country, never kneeling to a Chinese junior!"

"Never !!!"

Wang Yuehe roared exhaustedly, his face was loud, and there was blood in his mouth dripping.

However, in the face of the roar of Wangyue River, Ye Fan had no expression, and drink coldly!

"Kneel!"

Boom ~

The torrential majesty, exploded again.

It seems like the last straw that overwhelms the camel.

This time, Wangyuehe couldn't support it anymore.

Bend your legs and hit your knees heavy on the ground.

The bluestone ground under the feet suddenly cracked.

Yin Hong's blood, from their legs, stained the earth.

"Ah ~"

"Wang Ba egg, why dare you let me kneel?"

... ...

"My Japanese martial arts, I will never let you go!"

Under the oppression of Ye Fan, Wangyuehe finally kneeling.

The stern and painful sound, the response of the unsuitable.

Ren Wangyuehe was strictly, and he was ethical in Japan.

But what about that?

In the face of absolute strength and power, he has no choice but to kneel!

Under the Tianhe, Ye Fan looked stunned and stood negatively.

Behind it was the blood of Nakai Yami's body.

In front of it, it was Wangyuehe, Mo Waya and three others kneeling to worship!

Here, only Ye Fan's body is proud.

The people of the Quartet are panicked, and no one dares to speak.

Everyone stared at their eyes, like looking at the devil, looking at the boy in front.

Before that, who could think of it, would it be the ending?

Originally, they thought that an unknown boy, the sword god palace killed him, was not the matter of capture.

However, the result was beyond all expectations.

The three people siege, the young man in front of him, even swept instantly with the invincible momentum.

The three masters of the Jianshen Palace, the leader of the Japanese martial arts leader, was finally under Ye Fan's hands, one injury, one death and a disability.

Who would have thought that this seemingly harmless teenager in front of him actually burst directly to the three major palaces of the sword god palace with the trend of destruction!
Chapter completed!