"Even the sword palace was defeated."

"I'm afraid that only the two masters of Sanshen Pavilion can stop him?"

A lot of people lost their voice and were filled with loss.

A hundred years ago, the Japanese Empire swept across East Asia.

Martial arts and Taoism are powerful, dominating the whole Eurasian continent.

At that time, the first strong man in Japan, Xue zhaotian, stood on the Pacific Ocean with the martial arts strong man of the United States, killing three titles and five masters of each other.

That war, they Japanese country martial Road, shocked the world.

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

Only a small generation in China swept away the second most powerful force in Japan.

If we add the powerful people of the six pillars in China, they will not have the power to destroy the country?

Without paying attention to people's emotion, Ye Fan's face is expressionless at this time, looking down coldly at the Wangyue River and others kneeling at their feet, and the forest voice rings out quietly.

"Hand over the eight foot Qiong gouyu, in this case, I can let you die more happily."

"You dream!"

"Even if we die, we will never deal with you, a Chinese child, with the sacred objects of our Japanese country."

"No way!"

In the face of Ye Fan Sen Ran's words, Wangyue River gnaws his teeth and roars, and the vicious curse echoes everywhere.

"Now that we've talked about it, there's nothing to talk about."

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

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

Ye Fan is too lazy to talk to them.

Cold a few words, directly sentenced wangyuehe and other people's death penalty.

In fact, he knew from the beginning that it was impossible for such people as Wangyue River to hand over eight foot Qiong gouyu.

But it doesn't matter.

Ye Fan didn't like to trouble others. After cutting them off, he went to find them by himself.

However, when ye fan is ready to kill Wangyue River, a graceful and delicate body runs over.

She was kneeling on the ground, her eyebrows red.

In the beautiful eyes, there are tears flashing.

"Master, I can help you find eight foot Qiong gouyu."

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

"Moon, shut up for me!" Liang Gong yingyue's words had just fallen, and Wang Yue River's look changed instantly.

He raised his head and looked at the moon in the cool palace.

"You beast, how dare you tell him?"

"It's a sacred thing of Wu Dao in Japan, and it's a artifact that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"If you give it to him, you will be a sinner in our country for ages."

"Even the teacher and I will never forgive you!"

Wangyue river is obviously really flustered. He didn't expect that Lianggong yingyue would tell Ye Fan this kind of thing.

Don't she know what baqiqionggouyu represents to Japan?

These artifacts are more important than his life.

"Moon, I don't want you to tell him!"

...

"never ~"

"otherwise, I will kill you!"

The moon river kept roaring.

"Noisy!"

Ye Fan frowned, slapped his backhand directly in the past. At that time, he pasted Wangyue River on the ground, and his mouth shed blood.

The people nearby looked at this scene, but the corners of their eyes twitched, and some people even clenched their palms with anger.

I just think ye fan is too deceiving!

The highly respected sword God of Japan was kneaded by Ye Fan like a pig or a dog.