But~
One second~
Two seconds~
….
Ten seconds passed, and the two figures between the void still looked at each other.
They each stood there quietly, motionless and silent.
“Is it a tie?”
“That bastard, could it be a tie with Xuezhao Tianshen?”
Seeing this scene, Suzuki Kyoshi said in surprise.
However, his voice just fell off.
Just listened to “pouch”.
In the void, the thin figure shuddered slightly, a mouthful of red blood, suddenly burst out.
When everyone saw this, they were overjoyed.
“Haha~”
“Haha~”
“Then Junior Hua Xia vomited blood.”
“He lost again.”
“I just said that Xuezhao Tianshen can defeat him once, and naturally he can defeat him a second time.”
Suzuki Yoshihide excitedly shouted and smiled wanton.
In the end, he actually knelt on the ground, admiring and admiring the peerless shadow in the sky.
“Congratulations to the Snow God, who won the war, helped us the Japanese martial arts, and promoted our Japanese power!”
…..
As Suzuki Yoshihide respected and worshiped, it seemed to cause a chain reaction.
Thousands of others also stepped forward, clasped fists with both hands, bowed and worshiped.
“Congratulations, Xuezhao Tianjin, whose power has been revealed and strengthened our country!”
….
“Congratulations to Pavilion Master Xuezhao, you won the battle~”
The voices of respect and the words of worship converge into a stream, impacting the entire world.
However, just when Suzuki Yoshi and others respected and worshiped.
But no one noticed that Xue Zhao’s pretty face was extremely pale.
Under the sleeves, there was a little red, dripping down Xuezhao’s arm.
The breeze blows, and the world here is like a rain of blood.
Immediately afterwards, in the void, that stunning shadow fell from the sky like an angel with folded wings.
In the end, with a bang, Xuezhao’s delicate body hit the ground fiercely, the earth cracked, the bluestone shattered, and the dust splashed into the sky.
As for Xuezhao’s seven-foot long sword, he also drew it from his hand.
With a clang, insert into the earth.
Dead still.
Deathly silence.
At this moment, the whole world is silent.
All the sounds disappeared.
Just like time, it is still at this moment.
Under the sky tree, everyone was stunned.
Suzuki Yoshi’s eyes widened, Mochizuki River’s body trembled, and Toyotomi Kawakichi was cracking.
Everyone in the Japanese martial arts was stunned.
In my heart, there are stormy waves, madness sweeping.
“Xuezhao Tianjin, defeated… defeated?”
“This this…”
“This… how could this…”
Countless people are crying, countless people are desperate, countless people are full of sorrow.
From the moment Xuezhao Tianshen fell, they only felt that the sky had fallen.
Xuezhao Tenjin is the number one strongman in Japan, who has protected the Japanese martial arts for a hundred years.
But now, their strongest Japanese has also lost.
“It’s over~”
“It’s completely over.”
“Even Pavilion Master Xuezhao is defeated.”
“This Chinese teenager really stepped on our entire Japanese country with one person~”
Under the empty tower, countless people looked up to the sky and wept forever.
The voice of sorrow spread all over the wilderness.
The world is silent, the vegetation is silent.
Between the galaxies, only the young man stood proudly stained with blood.
The thin body was straight like a spear, thrusting straight into the sky.
The ethereal and majestic, as if the gods are alive.
Looking back at the long sky, I saw clouds moving in all directions!
If the sword is in hand, ask the world, who is the hero?
On May 5 of the Gengzi Year, Ye Fan went out of China, entered Japan, and came across the sea. He defeated Xuezhao Tianshen, the strongest man in Japan, at the top of Japan.
The news came out, shocking the world!
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