Chapter 1787

But ye fan is not moved, there is no sympathy and pity in the deep eyebrows.

It is an eternal truth to be a king and defeat an enemy.

Just like at this time, if ye fan is defeated, it is estimated that no one doubts that Ye Fan's fate will be several times more miserable than Wangyue river.

The weak eat the strong, the strong are respected!

This is the law of martial arts.

In a slap will Wangyue River fan to shut up, Ye Fan's eyes will fall again on the body of Lianggong yingyue.

"Yueer, do you really want to plead for him?"

"Wang Yuehe is just a hypocrite with hypocrisy."

"He takes you as an apprentice, not for your talent, but for the person in you."

"In his eyes, you are just a sacrifice. And think it's your honor. "

"Why do you plead for this inhuman beast?"

Ye Fan's words burning, to the cool palace yingyue kept asking. Deep words echo everywhere.

To Wangyue River, Ye Fan didn't have any good feeling at the beginning.

He is proud of his martial arts master, and pretends to be aboveboard, but his actions are all villains.

At the beginning, in order to revenge himself, he not only affected the people in Jiangdong, but also coerced women to force him to show up.

Ye Fan despises these people most.

A real strong man is frank and aboveboard. How can he make such shameless acts?

Even, Ye Fan suspects that the soul seal on the moon reflected in the cool palace has something to do with the moon watching river.

However, in the face of Ye Fan's words, Liang Gong yingyue shakes his head.

"Master, I know."

"In their eyes, I'm just a sacrifice to be offered."

"No one really cares about me."

"But the teacher, after all, has the grace of imparting knowledge and nurturing to me."

"When I was seven years old, I learned sword with my teacher."

"He raised me."

"Teacher, it's nice to me, too."

"Maybe his care for me has other purposes."

"But how can Yueer forget her ten years of kindness?"

"Please, master, spare his life."

"Moon, willing to exchange with eight feet of jade."

Liang Gong yingyue kneels down on the ground and says softly.

There were tears on her pretty face.

The sound of sorrow echoes slowly.

However, Lianggong yingyue only said that she did not want Wangyue River to die, but did not say that she was more worried about Ye Fan.

Wangyuehe is the sword God of Japan and the Lord of sword palace.

He has been in charge of the martial arts of Japan for several decades, and he is one of the leaders of the martial arts.

In terms of prestige, only the most powerful one in Japan, Xuezhao, was above him. If ye fan had killed him, he would have aroused public anger in the martial arts and Taoism circles of Japan.

At that time, Ye Fan will face the pursuit and revenge of a country.

Even the strongest man in Japan, snow shines on the God, will do it.

This will undoubtedly put Ye Fan in a desperate situation.

Therefore, whether for Ye Fan's consideration or for himself, Liang Gong yingyue doesn't want to see Ye Fan kill the sword god palace completely.

If you leave a line, there will be room for everything to turn around.

This silly girl, up to now, what she is thinking about is the safety of others.

"Master, is that all right?"

Liang Gong yingyue asked again, her pretty face full of begging.

Finally, Ye Fan shakes his head and sighs: "just, in your face, I will let him die."

"According to what you said, use eight feet of Qiong to hook jade for his life."

Ye Fan's whisper echoes.