After that, Ye Fan stepped on the Pinghu Lake and rose to the sky.
Under the Tianhe River, snow falls all over the sky.
In the fierce wind, Ye Fan is mighty!
The sound of the muddler is even more like coming from the nine sky star river. In an instant, it blows up the world.
"Yundao Tianjue"
"the first move, Yunyang kick!"
Bang ~
in the sound of majestic fury, Ye Fan fiercely kicked his foot toward the belly of Wangyue river.
Just a scream.
The chest is sunken and fleshy.
Wangyue river a mouthful of blood, when even spit out!
"The second way, the mountain falls!"
After one blow, another.
Ye Fan's right hand clenched, the fist of steel, with the momentum of Wanjun, thundered down.
In the murmur, the left face of Wangyue river is sunken instantly.
Nosebleed mixed with broken teeth.
"The third move, the sky shaking seal!"
Another low roar.
Among the people's astonishment, they saw a huge palm print under the Tianhe River, covering the sky and the sun, turning over the clouds and covering the moon, forming quietly.
Then, like the top of Mount Tai, he cut down angrily in the direction of Wangyue river.
Just listen to a bang.
Like autumn wind sweeping leaves, like boiling oil melting snow.
In this way, Ye Fan directly swept the sword God of Japan and Wangyue river with invincible power!
One punch, one leg, one palm!
Powerful, crazy swept, as if no one.
Under Ye Fan's eruption, that looks at the moon river actually cannot block a bit.
Defense, instantly broken.
Between the blood flying, the whole man of Wangyue river was slapped directly into the earth by Ye Fan.
The wind and snow scattered, and the rubble exploded.
The original hard bluestone ground was directly smashed out of a huge pit.
There's blood in it, there's screaming and moaning inside.
After a moment, everything was silent.
Dongchang Lake is no longer rolling, and there is no life in the ravines.
All the people, even more frightened, dare not make any sound.
Just now, it happened so fast.
Everything, seems to be in between.
Who could have thought that half an hour ago, it was still the majestic Wangyue River, but now it is Ye Fan, the defeated general.
Fall in the ruins, life and death do not know!
Dead silence, dead silence.
All of us are in the same place.
Lianggong yingyue looks pale, he Yurou is shocked and speechless, Lei Laosan and other Jiangdong villas are speechless, and Chu Wenfei is full of fear.
Everyone, all looking up at the front.
Only there, there are young people standing proud.
In front of the wind and snow crazy roll, behind the clouds moving.
He stands across the river and looks down on all sides.
If there is a sword in hand, who is the hero?
Who is the master of ups and downs?
Hoo ~
the cold wind blows up the snow all over the sky.
In the boundless shock, Li Er, Lei Laosan and others all kneel.
They all yelled, revered and worshipped.
"I'll wait, kneel down to Mr. Chu!"
"Mr. Xie Chu, help me Jiangdong ~"
...
with the kneeling clothes of Li Er and others, all the big men of Dadi city in Jiangdong all bow down.
They kneel down again and again, they shout in unison, they submit from the heart.
Before that, the query to Ye Fan's words was gone, and all disrespect disappeared.
The bald man grabs the ground with his head. Wang JieXi, the head of the Wang family, kneels down in fear and does not dare to look directly at Ye Fan.
Never a moment, Jiangdong a group of dignitaries, such respect and awe for the same person!
Just because, in front of the youth, once again with the supreme strength, told them, who is the Lord of the east of the river?
Who can control the ups and downs of Jiangdong?