One side of the ISHINO dragon also echoed: "a yellow boy, also dare to challenge my entire Japanese martial road with the power of one person?"
"If he doesn't die, how can our country's martial arts face survive?"
"Good death!"
"He is proud to die under mingzun."
Stone wild dragon a ferocious smile says, in the heart unexpectedly a kind of big revenge get revenge happy!
Because of Ye Fan, his right arm is disabled.
Because ye fan, younger martial sister died miserably!
It is also because ye fan, a sacred object of the Japanese state, was reduced to a foreign country.
The hatred of Ye Fan is just like the wave of the East China Sea, which is endless.
If possible, ISHINO longyi would like to eat meat, drink its blood.
Let him die so easily, ISHINO longyi feel cheap that ye fan.
"Well, don't waste time."
"Take her to the altar, the wake-up ceremony, go on!"
Because of Ye Fan's appearance, the awakening ceremony was interrupted.
Now ye fan has been defeated, and there is no one to stir up the situation.
The awakening ceremony should continue.
However, just when the sword God was about to take Lianggong yingyue to the altar and push her to the crater of Mount Fuji.
Bang ~
a loud noise, like thunder, exploded.
Then the rock burst.
Where ye fell, the stones were scattered like rain.
Xiaoxiao "rain" fall between, a thin figure, even once again, across the world.
Like, Phoenix Nirvana, rebirth in the fire!
Just standing there, it will be like a mountain, across the Tianhe.
Those who despise the world are proud and arrogant. They are so arrogant that they make countless people tremble!
"This... This..."
"how could this... This be possible?"
"Under the joint attack of the nine strong men, he... He can still survive?"
All of a sudden, heaven and earth were shocked.
On the top of Fuji mountain, elegant and silent.
All people, all dead stare at the eyes, like to see the devil, looking at that again, proud and Tianhe between the youth.
"Master ~"
"Wuwu ~"
"I knew that you would not fall down, master ~"
once again, seeing the familiar figure standing on the ruins, Lianggong yingyue was smiling with tears.
As if the sun shining into the dark, just now also sad girl, then smile.
For Liang Gong, Ye Fan is her whole world.
"Is this boy still alive?"
"It's really hard to deal with."
Is to assist mingzun, the corner of the eye is also at this time, no trace of convulsion a few times.
He did not expect that Ye Fan did not die after suffering the heavy damage just now, but even stood up again.
Ye Fan's difficulty is undoubtedly far beyond his expectation.
Just as the crowd trembled, the figure still stood on the top of Mount Fuji.
His brows and eyes were cold, and he scanned all directions.
He stood with his hands down, his face full of sneers.
The voice of cold and majestic, like thunder, rolls across the world.
"Must Zuo mingzun?"
"Do you really think you can take my life by that mean means?"
"I can only say that you are too naive."
Ye Fan shakes his head and smiles, and the rolling sound of the flood sweeps past like thunder.
As he spoke, he raised his steps and stepped forward.
And with each step of his fall, his whole body momentum, and then soared several points.
Until the end, he was majestic and surging like a dragon!
Among the people, the rocks trembled in front of him.
Behind him, the sea of clouds billows!