Chapter 1868

The ethereal voice, just like a torrent, rolls from nine days away.

Under the dignity of the monthly reading, all the complicated sounds of the surrounding heaven and earth were covered.

In people's minds, only the Hongyin of monthly reading is rolling.

At the next moment, everyone saw the moon reading and stretching his arms.

Then, a sword chant suddenly rings out.

Originally belonging to snow Zhao's saber, it actually soared to the sky, so it came to Yuedu's hand.

After that, Yuedu holds the seven feet green peak, facing Ye Fan, angrily cuts down.

No one doubts that ye fan has no chance to survive after the sword falls to the ground.

"Ha ha ~"

"Huaxia children, who can save you this time?"

Suzuki wantonly smiles, Wangyue River and others are waiting for ye fan to be broken into pieces by the moon god.

Thousands of years ago, the power of monthly reading has already dominated the world.

Now, even though the millennium has passed and Yuedu has been reborn through the body, perhaps the strength has not yet recovered to its peak, but it is undoubtedly more than enough to kill a young man who is at the end of his tether.

However, just as everyone was waiting for the sword to fall, suddenly, the moon reading, which was originally ethereal and standing, turned out to be suffering.

In my mind, it's like fighting between man and nature.

It's like having two different minds fighting for control of the body in your mind.

"Don't kill my master ~"

"don't ~"

...

...

the sound in my mind becomes louder and louder.

In the end, the voice, with endless obsession, actually overshadowed the consciousness of monthly reading.

In this way, Yuedu's body suddenly trembled, and the Majesty in her eyebrows and eyes suddenly dissipated like the tide.

Instead, it belongs to the cool palace reflecting the moon's gentleness and intoxication.

"Master ~"

under the Tianhe River and between the sea of clouds, the call of the woman in front of her seems to have penetrated through the ages and gone through the vicissitudes of life.

"Moon... Moon?"

Below, Ye Fan struggled and stood up from the ruins.

He was staggering with wet blood on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head and looked at the front like that. Deep in his eyebrows and eyes, he was trembling and shocked.

He didn't expect to hear the intoxicating voice again.

"This..."

"what's the situation?"

The rest of the people were confused and stunned.

How could the God of their martial faith in Japan suddenly call out its master?

However, then, the unique figure, after calling the master, jumped directly in the direction of Ye Fan.

Then, in the eyes of the people who were shocked and violent, they saw that the God of faith in Japan knelt down to Ye Fan in front of everyone.

What?

"Moon god, you... You are...

" no! "

"Moon god, you are the highest god of our country and our belief in the martial arts of Japan."

"Your every move is the national dignity of Japan."

"How can you kneel down to a Chinese child?"

Below, Wangyue River and others have gone mad.

They are ready to crack, and there is almost blood left in their old eyes.

The feeling of dying in my heart.

The God of the moon, the belief in the martial arts of Japan, kneels down to Ye Fan?

This kind of feeling, is no different from the Japanese emperor, bow to the foreign people.

It can be imagined that the hearts of those martial arts people like Wangyue River are in a state of collapse and despair.