“Yami~”
“Asshole, you killed Yami?”
“You deserve to die!”
“My Japanese martial arts will never let you go~”
“I will destroy you!”
Under the Sword God Palace, the cold wind was bitter.
The two cold long swords, one left and the other right, pierced through Nakai Masami’s chest and directly nailed them to the high wall.
The harsh method is trembling in all directions.
At this moment, the world was silent, only the angry roar of Mochizuki River resounded throughout the world.
His eyes were red, and his mouth was full of blood. He gritted his teeth and got up from the place, swearing at Ye Fan’s unceasing curses. In his words, there was endless resentment.
Not only him, Ishiye Ryuichi, who was pierced by Ye Fan’s right arm with a sword just now, also staggered and stood up, looking at Ye Fan with painful and resentful eyes.
The torrent of hatred in his face almost slashed Ye Fan with a thousand swords.
However, facing the scolding of these two people, Ye Fan remained unmoved.
He was expressionless, standing with his hands behind.
Indifferent eyes, just like the nine-day monarch, looking down on the officials.
Finally, a long drink cut through the sky.
“Kneel down!”
Boom~
The sound is like a muffled thunder, and it actually contains a lot of power.
At the moment Ye Fan’s words fell, everyone felt that there was a mountain of majesty radiating from Ye Fan.
The old faces of Mochizuki River and Ishiyelong turned red as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top.
They gritted their teeth, stubbornly, and tried hard to hold on.
“I, Wangyuehe, the dignified sword god, and the Japanese martial arts leader, will never kneel to a Chinese junior!”
“Never possible!!!”
Mochizuki River roared hoarse, with a magnificent face and blood dripping from his mouth.
However, facing the roar of Mochizuki River, Ye Fan was expressionless, and drank again in a cold voice!
“Kneel down!”
Boom~
Shouting majesty, exploded again.
Like the last straw that overwhelms the camel.
This time, Mochizuki and the two could no longer support it, and knelt down with a bang.
The legs were bent and the knees hit the ground heavily.
The bluestone ground under his feet suddenly cracked.
The red blood dripped from their legs and dyed the earth red.
“Ah~”
“Asshole, how dare you make me kneel?”
….
“My Japanese martial arts will never let you go!”
Under Ye Fan’s oppression, Wangyuehe knelt down after all.
The stern and painful voice echoed endlessly.
Ren Mochizuki I majestic, let him have high morals in the Japanese military.
But so what?
In the face of absolute strength and power, he has no choice but to kneel down!
Under the sky, Ye Fan looked ethereal and stood with his hands behind.
Behind him was Nakai Masami’s body soaked in blood.
In front of them, Mo Wuya and Mo Wuya knelt and bowed!
Here, only Ye Fan’s body stood proudly.
The people in the Quartet were panic, and no one dared to speak.
Everyone stared at the young man in front of him like a devil.
Before that, who could have thought that it would end like this?
Originally, they thought that it was not a matter of catching a nameless boy who killed him by the Sword God Palace.
However, the result exceeded all expectations.
Surrounded by the three, the young man in front of him swept in an instant with invincible momentum.
The three great masters of the Sword God Palace, a figure like the leader of Japanese martial arts, ended up under Ye Fan’s hand, wounded, killed and disabled.
Who could have imagined that the seemingly harmless young man in front of him would blast the three major palace masters of the Sword God Palace directly with a force of destruction!
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