Chapter 1825

In the course of martial arts, the strong are respected.

When you have enough strength, there is no difference between the number of people and the number of people.

Mole ants are mole ants after all. Even if there are 1000 or 10000, they are not worth mentioning in the eyes of elephants.

Yes, in Ye Fan's eyes, how are these people different from mole ants?

After the people of Sanshen Pavilion were killed, the strongest of them were Wangyue River and shiyelong.

The other thousand, though numerous, were not even masters. He is a group of mobs who can't stop Ye Fan's fist.

In this way, in just a few minutes, Ye Fan walked hundreds of meters in the snow with her in her arms.

Where the edge passes, there is no grass.

To the end, Ye Fan is more than a few palms.

Yundaotianjue's third type of Tianjue was smashed down one after another.

The power swept through the sky.

On the top of Mount Fuji, people can see the palm print covering the sky. They roar towards ishinoma and Wangyue river.

Bang ~

under the giant palm, one or two people of Wangyue River and shiyelong were like flies, and they were directly smashed into the mountainside by Ye Fan.

"No ~"

in front of us, there came the howling and regret of Wangyue river.

The next moment, the earth cracked and the gravel broke.

The majestic force, carrying two people's bodies, smashed into the Fuji Mountain 100 meters deep.

Life and death, I don't know!

"Sword God!"

"Shiye palace master?"

"Son of a bitch, you have a cruel heart ~"

"I Suzuki Jiro, I will not die with you."

Bang ~

among the crowd, a big man saw one or two people of wangyuehe and shiyelong seriously injured by Ye Fan, and immediately his eyes turned red and he angrily scolded.

However, he did not finish his words, and then a palm print covering the sky fell down.

Bang.

The earth is sunken and splashed with dust.

The original swearing stopped suddenly.

When they looked at it again, they found that there was only a pool of mud left.

"This ~"

"this..."

"so cruel?"

They all twitch in the corner of their eyes and cry out.

At this moment, Mount Fuji, suddenly quiet.

The vast world is silent!

The people who had vowed to kill Ye Fan with righteous indignation were like a basin of cold water pouring down in an instant. At that time, they were withered.

To be exact, it was scared.

All the people, all Leng there, look at the front in fear.

I saw there, the wind and smoke fear silence, Tianhe horizontal!

A young figure stood there like this.

He looked at all directions with a sneer on his face.

Ethereal sound, if only swept from the depths of the nine you, ring through the four sides.

"Now, who else dares to block me?"

Roar ~

overbearing words and majestic sounds are just like rolling floods and thunder sweeping.

Under Ye Fan's authority, Feng, Chen, Chuanji and others were all frightened. Their old faces were pale and their heads were bowed, but they did not dare to fart.

In the end, they watched with such open eyes that Ye Fan took the moon from the top of Mount Fuji.

No one dares to stop!

No one is a fool. Ye Fan has stepped down the two top martial arts forces of Sanshen Pavilion and Jianshen palace.

They are people who are not even masters. If they stop Ye Fan again at this time, it's a mantis pawning a car and looking for death!

What's more, Ye Fan killed the nine masters of Japan with invincible power just now.

Xu Zuo mingzun's body is not alive. Wang Yuehe, the sword God, is smashed into the mountainside with one hand. He doesn't know his life or death.

Ye Fan's ruthless means, no doubt scared the courage of all.

At this time, no one has the courage to provoke Ye Fan.

Can only watch them, slowly away.

"Sir, please wait!"

However, at this time, Feng Chen Chuan Ji, who has been silent all the time, suddenly steps forward and shouts in the direction of Ye Fan.