But in her opposite Ye Fan, is the face is low, the forehead hair tip, covered his face, let people can not see any of his emotions.

Only a little bit of red, along the corner of the mouth drop.

Behind him, like the light of the moon water, shining on his body, but sprinkle a haze.

Ye Fan at this time is like an abandoned son in the world.

Silent standing, the past tall and straight figure, at this time is only left lonely.

It is like the twilight of a hero, but it gives people endless sadness.

Looking at the corridor above, the cool palace reflects the moon, but she looks at the lonely figure in front of her with tears in her eyes.

She could not imagine how proud and dignified she had been her master.

Now, this is the end of the curtain.

No one knows, at this time Liang Gong yingyue heart, is how heartache?

Especially at the moment of seeing ye fan spitting blood, Liang Gong yingyue only felt that his heart would be broken.

"Master, are you really defeated?"

All along, in Lianggong yingyue's heart, her master is invincible.

Dongchang Lake war, the master of the first World War to become famous, a sensation in China's martial road.

In front of the sword god palace, the master swept all the heroes and trampled the sword palace under his feet.

On the top of Mount Fuji, the master killed all directions, as if he were in a deserted place.

There are so many masters in Sanshen Pavilion and so many powerful masters in Japanese martial arts, but they can't block the master at all.

However, is such a brilliant youth, now unexpectedly ended here?

"No ~"

"yue'er will never believe it, so the master loses."

"My master, you are invincible ~"

on the corridor of Tianwang, the moon is reflected in the cool palace, and the pretty face is tearful.

She bit her teeth and stood on tiptoe, facing out of the window, shouting obstinately.

As if, exhausted the strength of life!

The words are full of love and respect for ye fan.

The gentle voice, like the echo of the sounds of nature, flowed through the heaven and earth.

All of a sudden, the wind was blowing all around.

The cold wind, rolling up the boundless leaves.

All the leaves are rustling.

Between nine days, on the Bank of the Star River, the snow looked down on the youth in front of him, and the cold voice sounded immediately.

"Chu Tianfan, it's over."

"Seriously, I'm surprised by your strength."

"I admit that you are indeed a genius in a hundred years."

"I appreciate you very much."

"Now I give you a chance to live. As long as you give up your Chinese nationality, naturalize in Japan, and learn from me, I can not only let bygones be bygones for what you have done before."

"In the future, I will try my best to cultivate you, and I wish you the top of the list!"

"Why, can you agree to my terms?"

Xu, a cold voice.

In the words, there is a kind of high prestige.

And ye fan after hearing, immediately smile.

"Naturalization in Japan?"

"Respect you as a teacher?"

"Ha ha ~"

"ha ha ha ~"

"Xuezhao, do you really think that Chu Tianfan is really defeated?"

Ye Fan laughs wantonly, as if hearing the best joke in the world.

He raised his head, and his mouth was even bloodstained, but his eyes towards the snow were full of ridicule.

"Well?"

"Isn't it?"

"Your Dragon Spirit body is broken, and the green lotus sword is not as good as me."

"Now you are afraid that you are in a poor position. What are you going to fight me with?"

Don't give me a drink

"Otherwise, I will let you die here now!"

Snow according to frown, gloomy words, suppress endless anger.