Chapter 1648

"Stinky boy, I really despise you."

"But you don't have to be proud."

"It was just a slip of the tongue."

"But that's it!"

"Next, I'll show you the true power of this sword God."

Cold words, mixed with the sky of snow, but let the temperature here, again dropped a few minutes.

In the angry voice of Wangyue River, the seven foot green peak in his hand, which has not been scabbard, has finally been pulled out slowly.

Hum ~

when the sword comes out of its sheath, only a buzz is heard.

Qichi Qingfeng reflected the cold light, in the rustling wind, issued a burst of buzz.

Seeing this scene, Liang Gong yingyue's pretty face suddenly stagnates.

"Teacher, do you want to use that move at last?"

"It seems that Mr. Chu is really forcing the teacher to be anxious."

Cool palace reflects the moon, beautiful eyes congshen, whispered.

She did not know whether it was an honor or a misfortune for ye fan.

After all, it is estimated that there are not many people in China who can force their teachers to this point.

It can be said that even now, Ye Fan is proud enough.

But unfortunately, once the sword in Wangyue River's hand comes out of its sheath.

If you do not drink blood, you will never return to the scabbard!

In other words, Ye Fan's life will come to an end.

"Miss Xu, to be honest, the man you have placed your life on is indeed a rare hero."

"I envy you a little bit."

"But it's a pity that he shouldn't, should not, should not offend my teacher."

"After today, I'm afraid that China will lose a martial arts genius."

"And Miss Xu, you will also lose your youth."

Liang Gong yingyue said with a little regret. In her light words, she was surprisingly full of pity and sympathy.

Before coming to China, Liang Gong yingyue's attitude towards Ye Fan was contemptuous and contemptuous.

But now, after seeing ye fan's ability, even if the cool palace reflects the moon, there is no doubt that there is some movement.

She has to admit that ye fan is the most dazzling one of her peers she has ever met over the years.

She had some appreciation for the boy.

If it is not for different positions, Lianggong yingyue doesn't mind making friends with Ye Fan.

But unfortunately, the fate of the arrangements, they can only be the enemy.

"Mr. Chu, after this sword, you will be a dead bone."

Lianggong yingyue looks at it with a smile. The voice of self-talk is like the light cry of nightingales, which is very beautiful.

At the same time, in front of him, as the long sword of Wangyue river came out of the scabbard, he was dressed all over his body, and even there was no wind.

But if you feel it carefully, you will find that there is an invisible force, which is madly gathering under the sword of Wangyue river.

It is like a strong bow that slowly opens, and the majestic strength is accumulating.

And the momentum of wangyuehe's whole body is also like a raging fire, with the speed visible to the naked eye, rising rapidly.

Under the Tianhe River, between the wind and snow, he stands proud with his sword.

Turbid old eyes, as if reflecting heaven and earth, so, overlooking the front of Ye Fan.

"Younger generation, you are the first one who can force me to this point except ye Qingtian

"Thirty years ago, ye Qingtian and I fought on the top of the Yellow River."

"At that time, I didn't succeed in swordsmanship, so I regretted to defeat Ye Qingtian."

"But now, 30 years have passed."

"In the past 30 years, I have disappeared, hidden in the mountains and fields for 30 years, and I can't get out of practice behind closed doors."

"Heaven has eyes, and now my green wood sword rhyme has been completed!"

"Today, I will tell the world with your blood!"

"I'm back at the moon."