Chapter 1863

Winter capital.

The moonlight is light, covering the pine forest in the sky.

The white clouds are round and round, showing a few sparse stars.

Under the Tianhe River, the wind and smoke are all clean, the youth is still proud.

Under the feet of the earth, a mess.

Where the snow fell, occasionally a few pieces of gravel slipped.

Wangyue River and others long Leng in place, a pair of old eyes, staring at death.

Until now, they still can't accept the fact that the snow is defeated.

For so many years, the three gods attic Lord Xuezhao God, has always been the strongest person in their country.

Just like Ye Qingtian, the God of war in China, the status of snow in Japan is almost the guardian of the God of heaven.

If it is, ye Qingtian defeated Xuezhao, they still can accept.

But now, an unknown little generation, an unknown bastard, has defeated the most powerful Japanese.

That kind of feeling, like a beggar on the road, suddenly got up one day and directly trampled on a country.

You can imagine the impact on them.

"Cluck ~"

"grandfather, Mr. Iwai, Mr. Chu won, Mr. Chu won."

"I knew that Mr. Chu was so powerful that he would not be so easily defeated ~"

in the presence of all the mourning, only qianchijing, a little girl involved in the world, could laugh happily.

However, there are both joy and sadness in Yanjing Zen and Miyamoto.

To be honest, in fact, the most expected result of Yanjing Zen and others is that ye fan can draw with Xuezhao.

After all, as far as national justice is concerned, snow cannot be defeated.

But in terms of his own self-interest, Ye Fan can not be defeated.

A tie is the best ending.

But now, Ye Fan has won, and maybe their Sanhe consortium can survive the disaster.

However, their national dignity is completely trampled down by Ye Fan.

At this time, Iwai Chan did not know whether he should cry or laugh.

However, when Yanjing Chan and others had mixed feelings, they did not notice that there was a unique girl in the corridor. After seeing ye fan's victory, her tearful pretty face finally showed a happy smile.

She tried to raise her head and looked at the figure in the depth of Tianhe. She spent all her life and whispered.

"Master, congratulations ~"

after the words fell, the cool palace reflected the moon but no voice.

The seal of the moon wheel at the center of the eyebrow is full of light immediately.

A long-standing dust laden power, finally began to sweep in the Lianggong yingyue body.

-

Hula ~

at the same time, the ground below, gravel rolling, a bloody hands, out of the ruins.

Wang Yue River and others see this, suddenly panic: "quick, snow according to the God is still alive."

"Let's go and save her ~"

"go quickly"

all of a sudden, dozens of people ran in the direction of the ruins in front of them, and soon pulled the snow out of the ruins.

However, now this cold woman, covered with blood, in the past elegant face, at this time only left a mess.

She was in a state of exhaustion, and the confrontation just now obviously caused a heavy blow to her.

Now she has no power to fight again.

But in the void, Ye Fan still stands.

He looks ethereal, cold eyes, overlooking the people under his feet.

Even though the snow has been defeated, Ye Fan seems to have no intention of leaving.

Wangyue River see shape, immediately let people support, look up to Ye Fan.