Chapter 1853

Wangyue river is undoubtedly mad with anger.

He thought that he was also the sword God of Japan, but now he is injured. People like Toyotomi and Chuanji have to protect themselves.

But I didn't expect that when it came to the crisis, these people ran faster and faster.

Fortunately, the sword just fell on the open space in front of him. Otherwise, he would not die at Wangyue River, and he would have to be cut half his life.

"Sword God, it can't be blamed on us ~"

"it's all the fuckers."

"If it wasn't for him, the snow would not have fallen on us ~"

"the son of a bitch in China, he would have died!"

Among the crowd, some people threw the pot to Ye Fan. In the crowd, he yelled at Ye Fan crazily.

And at this time, snow Zhao again a sword toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan repeats his old trick. With a turn and a pick, he flies straight down with the sword Qi of Xuezhao.

After hearing a stab ~

the man who scolded Ye Fan just now was directly hit by the sword.

The blood gushed, and it was cut off!

The scarlet curtain of blood splashed all over the faces.

"This ~"

"this..."

the people under the sky tree were all frightened.

In the battle of life and death, can we even separate our minds and deal with others?

Ye Fan, is it too strong?

For a while, countless people were pale. Suzuki, who had scolded Ye Fan's favorite, was scared out of his wits.

He did not dare to say a word.

The whole person just stood there, swinging all over.

Ye Fan is so cruel!

It's just a matter of revenge?

They just scolded him a few words, but then he killed people with a knife and directly split them.

The rock well Zen nearby looked at this scene, but it was a sneer.

"The curse comes from the mouth, and the blame comes from oneself."

"The master is like a dragon. Can you insult him?"

Yanjing Chan said coldly, without pity in his words.

After all, one of the iron rules in the world of martial arts and Taoism is that the master should not be humiliated!

These people who slander Ye Fan are killed and die, which is not worthy of sympathy.

For a moment, there is no doubt that the world is much quieter here.

Before the end of the battle, no one dared to speak ill of Ye Fan.

Everyone's heart strings are tense, looking up at the top of Japan's life and death duel.

Qian Chi Jing is a prayer in his heart that ye fan must win and never get hurt.

However, when everyone is paying attention to the top duel under the starry sky, they don't see the delicate girl whose pretty face is getting paler and paler.

At the center of the eyebrows, the mark of the moon wheel flickers with faint blue light.

However, even so, Lianggong yingyue still insisted.

She leaned against the huge glass screen, trying to keep herself awake.

She didn't want to leave the world like this. She wanted to see the end of the battle and the glory of the master.

She just wanted to see her master again at the last moment before she died.

However, will she wait?

Under the Tianhe River and between the sea of clouds.

Ye Fan and Xue Zhao are still fighting.

Xue Zhao's sword technique is more and more fierce. The knife drinks blood and the move is fatal.

The green lotus sword is well-known for its strong and sharp meaning. Ye Fan has the body of Dragon God, but he still dare not resist the sword power of snow.

Instead, he chose to play with softness.

In the face of the fierce sword power of snow, Ye Fan pulls a thousand catties in four directions to make use of his strength to fight.