“Yamei~”

"Bastard, did you kill Yami?"

"You should be dead!"

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

"I will definitely crush you and expel your bones and ashes!"

Under the Sword God Palace, the wind is cold and cold.

Two cold long swords, one left and one right, pierced through Masami Nakai's chest and nailed it to the high wall.

The ruthless method is trembling everywhere.

At this moment, the world was silent, and only the angry roar of the Moon River resounded throughout the world.

His eyes were red, his mouth was full of blood, he gritted his teeth and got up from the place, cursing at Ye Fan constantly, and his words were filled with endless resentment.

Not only him, Shi Ye Longyi, who had just been penetrated by Ye Fan's sword, also staggered to stand up, looking at Ye Fan with pain and resentment.

The surging hatred in his face was almost like cutting Ye Fan into pieces.

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

He stood with his hands behind his back.

His indifferent eyes were just like the monarch of the Nine Heavens, looking down at his ministers.

Finally, a long shout broke through the sky.

"Kneel down!"

Boom ~

The sound is like thunder, and it contains thousands of pounds.

The moment Ye Fan finished his words, everyone felt that a mountain-like majesty radiated out from Ye Fan.

It was as if Mount Tai was pressing against the top, Wangyuehe and Shi Yelongyi's old faces suddenly turned red.

They gritted their teeth, stubbornly, and worked hard to hold on.

"I look at the moon river, the dignified sword god, and the martial arts leader of Japan will never kneel down to a Chinese junior!"

"Absolutely impossible!!!"

Wangyuehe roared at the top of his lungs, his face full of vigor, and blood dripped from his mouth.

However, facing the roar of Wangyue River, Ye Fan had no expression on his face and shouted coldly!

"Kneel down!"

Boom ~

The majesty exploded again.

It's like the last straw that crushes a camel.

This time, Wangyuehe and the others could no longer hold on and knelt down with a bang.

His legs bent and his knees hit the ground hard.

The bluestone ground under my feet suddenly cracked.

The bright red blood flowed down their legs and dyed the earth red.

“Ah~”

"Bastard, how dare you make me kneel down?"

....

"We Japanese martial arts will never let you go!"

Under Ye Fan's oppression, Wangyuehe finally knelt down.

A shrill and painful voice kept echoing.

Ren Wangyue River is majestic for a lifetime, and allows him to be respected in the martial arts and morals of Japan.

But, so what?

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

Under the river of heaven, Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back.

Behind him was Nakai Masami's body soaked in blood.

In front of him was Wangyue River, and Mo Wuya and the other three knelt on the ground and bowed!

Here, only Ye Fan's body stands proudly.

People from all over the world were in panic and no one dared to speak out.

Everyone stared at the boy in front of him like a devil.

Before this, who would have thought that this would end?

Originally, they thought that a nameless boy would be able to kill him in the Sword God Palace.

However, the result was beyond all expectations.

The three of them surrounded him, and the young man in front of him swept across in an invincible manner.

The three great masters of the Sword God Palace, the Japanese martial arts leader, were finally under Ye Fan, and one was injured, one died and one was disabled.

Who would have thought that the young man in front of him, who seemed harmless, would directly blow up the three palace masters of the Sword God Palace with a destructive force!

"Even the Sword God Palace was defeated."

"I'm afraid that only the two masters of the Three God Pavilion can stop him, right?"

Many people sighed and felt disappointed.

I think a hundred years ago, their Great Japanese Empire swept East Asia.

The magical power of martial arts dominates the entire Eurasian continent.

The strongest Japanese country, Xue Zhaotianshen, was even single-handedly, standing in the Pacific with American martial arts powerhouses, killing three titles and five masters in a row.

In that battle, their Japanese martial arts terrorized the world.

But who would have thought that their martial arts power has declined to this point only a hundred years ago.

China was just a junior, and swept away their second-rate martial arts force in Japan.

If the six pillars of China were added, would their Japanese martial arts have the power to destroy the country?

Ignoring everyone's feelings, Ye Fan's expressionless face was at this time, looking down at Wangyuehe and others kneeling at his feet coldly. A loud voice quietly rang out.

"Please hand over the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu, if this is the case, I can make you die more happy."

"You dream!"

"Even if we die, we will never deal with our Japanese martial arts holy objects to your Chinese child!"

"No way!"

Facing Ye Fansenran's words, Wangyuehe gritted his teeth and roared, and his vicious curses echoed everywhere.

"Since you've said this, there's nothing to talk about."

"If you don't tell me, I'll go find it myself."

"As for you, there is no need to live."

Ye Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense to them.

After a few cold words, Wangyuehe and others were sentenced to death.

He actually knew from the very beginning that it was impossible for people like Wangyuehe to hand over the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu obediently.

But, it doesn't matter.

Ye Fan didn't like to bother others. After beheading them, he just went to find them himself.

However, just as Ye Fan was about to kill the Moon River, a graceful body ran over.

She knelt on the ground, her eyebrows and eyes were red.

Tears flashed in the beautiful eyes.

"Master, I can help you find Bachiqiong Gouyu."

"But please, can you bypass my teacher's life?"

"Yue'er, stop me!" As soon as Suzumiya Eiyue said, Wangyue's expression changed instantly.

He looked up, looked at Suzumiya Eiyue, and cursed angrily.

"You beast, dare you tell him?"

"That is the sacred object of martial arts in our country, and it is a magical tool that has been passed down for thousands of years."
To be continued...