Mochizuki River was undoubtedly mad.
He thought that he was also the Japanese sword god in what he said, but now he is injured. People like Toyotomi Kawakichi have to protect himself.
Unexpectedly, when the crisis was really reached, these people ran faster than one.
Fortunately, the sword light just fell on the open space in front of him. Otherwise, Mochizuki would be immortal and would have to be cut for half his life.
“Sword God, you can’t blame us for this~”
“It’s all the ghost of that bastard.”
“If it weren’t for him, Xuezhaotian’s sword aura would not fall on us~”
“The bastard of China, he will die!”
Among the crowd, someone threw the pot to Ye Fan. In the crowd, yelling at Ye Fan frantically.
At this time, Xue Zhao once again slashed towards Ye Fan.
Ye Fan’s old trick was repeated, and with this turn, Xue Zhao’s sword spirit flew straight down.
Just listen to a stab~
The person who cursed Ye Fan just now was directly hit by this sword aura.
Blood spurted, and it was cut off!
The scarlet blood screen splashed everyone’s faces.
“This~”
“This…”
Everyone under the sky tree was shocked.
In the battle of life and death, you can still separate your mind and deal with others?
This Ye Fan is a bit too powerful, right?
For a while, countless people were pale, and Suzuki Ji, who had scolded Ye Fan before, was even more frightened.
He dared not say a word.
The whole person just stood there, swaying all over.
This Ye Fan is too cruel!
It’s almost necessary to report it?
They just scolded him a few words, but he immediately hacked them with the help of a knife.
Iwai Zen next to him watched this scene, but sneered.
“The misfortune comes out of the mouth, and the blame is on your own.”
“The master is like a dragon, how can you be insulted?”
Iwai Zen said coldly, without mercy in the words.
After all, an iron law in the martial arts world is that the master must not be insulted!
These people who slandered Ye Fan ended up dying, and it was not worthy of sympathy.
For a time, the world here is undoubtedly much quieter.
Before the battle was over, no one dared to say anything bad about Ye Fan.
Everyone’s heartstrings were tense, looking up at the life-and-death duel on the top of Japan.
Qianchijing prayed in her heart that Ye Fan would win and not get hurt.
However, just when everyone was paying attention to the peak match-up under the stars, they didn’t see it. On the corridor of Tianwang, the delicate and beautiful girl’s pretty face turned pale.
At the center of the eyebrow, the mark of the moon wheel was shining with a faint blue light.
However, even so, Haruhi Yingyue still clenched his teeth.
She leaned on the huge glass screen, trying to keep herself awake.
She didn’t want to just leave the world like this, she wanted to see the end of the battle, the glory of the master, and the world.
She just wanted to see her master’s dazzling look again at the last moment before she died.
However, will she wait?
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Under the sky, between the sea of clouds.
Ye Fan and Xuezhao were still fighting fiercely.
Xuezhao’s swordsmanship became more and more fierce.
This Qinglian sword intent is worthy of being known for its sturdiness and sharpness. Ye Fan has a dragon body, but he still doesn’t dare to resist Xuezhao Jianwei.
Instead, I chose to play softly.
Facing Xuezhao’s fierce sword power, Ye Fan swept a thousand catties in fours and took advantage of his strength.
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