Chapter 1781

Under the sword god palace.

The three masters of the palace all shot together, and the terrible sword spirit was everywhere.

The majestic attack, just like an ocean storm, swept towards Ye Fan.

Where the edge passes, the bluestone is blown open and the vegetation is broken.

The earth, almost all under this attack, trembled.

Master is like a dragon!

When the martial arts are refined into a good situation, it is no surprise to destroy the gold, break the jade, open the mountains and crack the ground.

Wangyue river three people, the weakest, are martial arts masters.

And the sword God Wang Yuehe, in his heyday, was even more a master.

The three of them fought together in a terrible way.

"My God!"

"Is this the dignity of a strong master?"

"So terrible

Looking at the power sweeping in front of you, all the strong people in the four directions all tremble.

It is said that standing under the Tianhe River, one knows his own insignificance.

Now, in front of the real strong, they also feel their own weak.

The road of martial arts is endless.

Today's war is definitely a huge benefit to those who are watching.

However, when they marvel at the strength of Wangyue River and others, they look at Ye Fan's eyes, undoubtedly with some pity.

"It can force the three masters of the sword palace to fight together."

"This young Chinese, even if he is defeated, is enough to be proud."

"A man of martial arts deserves to die at the hands of the three great masters."

The crowd shook their heads and sighed.

Although, just now Ye Fan showed the prestige, let them some surprise.

But that's it.

After all, no matter how strong Ye Fan is, people don't think that he can have the strength to fight the three great masters alone.

Think about it, Ye Fan is only a young man in his early twenties.

Even if I started practicing martial arts from my mother's womb, I've only been practicing martial arts for more than 20 years.

Wang Yuehe and Wang Yuehe, who have been practicing martial arts for half a lifetime, are nearly 200 years old.

He spent ten times as much time practicing martial arts as ye fan.

But any normal person, I'm afraid, would not think that ye fan would be their opponent, let alone survive their joint attack.

However, at the time of people's regret, Ye Fan, who is on the crest of the storm, is still calm.

Beautiful face, no joy, no sorrow.

Like Pinghu water stop, Wangyue River Three People's joint attack, not in his heart, set off the slightest waves.

Indifferent appearance, as in overlooking mole ants.

"You son of a bitch, you're still playing cool here when you're dying."

"But that's it!"

"That day Dongchang Lake war, Jiangdong humiliation, today, take your life to pay for it."

The voice of cold forest, quietly sounded.

Looking at the moon river like frost, looking at Ye Fan's eyes, is full of cold.

"Is it?"

"Wangyue River, you were defeated by me last time. This time, you're so confident that you won't repeat it? "

Cold wind, blowing Ye Fan's clothes, hunting sound.

Between the vertical and horizontal sword Qi, Ye Fan stands proud with a sneer on his face.

Thin body, so standing in the world, like a spear standing, not moving a bit.

Between the laughter, it is full of domineering implication.

"Boy, there's so much nonsense when you're dying?"

"Let's see Zhenzhang."

Shiye longyi can't stand Ye Fan's high, forced tone on his face, and can't help scolding.

"Well, as you wish!"

Ye Fan's mouth light open, delicate face, appear a touch of forest smile.

At the next moment, Ye Fan, who had been standing still, finally made a move.

Under the Tianhe River, Ye Fan's arms stretch empty, embracing the world.