Winter Capital.
The moonlight is faint, covering the pine forest outside the sky.
The white clouds showed a few scattered stars.
Under the sky, the wind and smoke were all clear, and the young man still stood proudly.
The ground underneath is a mess.
Where the snow fell, occasionally a few rubble slipped off.
Mochizuki and the others froze in place for a long time, staring at his old eyes.
Until now, they still can’t accept the reality of Xue Zhao’s defeat.
For so many years, the master of the Sanshen Pavilion, Xuezhao Tenjin, has always been the strongest person in their Japanese kingdom.
Just like the god of war Ye Qingtian in China, Xuezhao’s status in Japan is also almost a guardian god.
If so, the Xue Zhao defeated by Ye Qingtian, these people can still accept it.
But now, an unknown junior, an unheard of bastard, has defeated their strongest Japanese.
That kind of feeling is like a beggar on the side of the road that no one cares about, one day he suddenly got up and went directly to destroy a country.
One can imagine how much this impact has on them.
“Oh~”
“Grandpa, Mr. Iwai, Mr. Chu won, Mr. Chu won.”
“I know, Mr. Chu is so powerful, he won’t be defeated so easily~”
In the presence of all the grief, only Qian Chijing, a girl who is not deeply involved in the world, can laugh happily.
However, Iwai Zen and Miyamoto’s intermediary have joy and sorrow in their hearts.
To be honest, the result that Iwai Zen and others are most looking forward to is that Ye Fan can draw a tie with Xuezhao.
After all, in terms of national justice, Xuezhao cannot be defeated.
But in terms of self-interest, Ye Fan could not be defeated either.
A tie is the best ending.
But now that Ye Fan has won, perhaps their triad consortium can also survive this disaster.
However, the dignity of their country was thoroughly stepped on by Ye Fan.
At this time, Iwai Zen didn’t know whether he should cry or laugh.
But when Iwai Chan and others had mixed feelings, they didn’t notice that there was a peerless girl in the corridor of Tianwang. After seeing Ye Fan’s victory, her tearful pretty face finally showed a gratifying smile.
She raised her head hard, looked at the figure in the depths of Tianhe, exhausted her life’s strength, and muttered.
“Master, congratulations… congratulations~”
After the words fell, Liang Gong Yingyue had no more voice.
The mark of the moon wheel on the center of the eyebrows immediately shined brightly.
A force that had been in the dust for a long time finally began to sweep inside Haruhi Yingyue.
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Hula~
At the same time, the ground below, rubble rolled down, and a bloody hand came out from the ruins.
When Mochizuki and the others saw this, they were suddenly panicked: “Quickly, Xuezhao Tianshen is still alive.”
“Everyone, go and save her~”
“Hurry up~”
In an instant, dozens of people all ran towards the ruins ahead, and soon pulled Xuezhao out of the ruins.
It’s just that, now this cold woman, covered with blood, above her graceful and peerless pretty face, was only embarrassed at this time.
She was dying, and the confrontation just now obviously caused her severe damage.
She now has no strength to fight again.
But in the void, Ye Fan still stood.
His expression was ethereal, his icy eyes looked down at the masses of beings under his feet.
Even if Xuezhao was defeated, Ye Fan didn’t seem to have any intention to leave.
When Mochizuki saw this, he was immediately held up and looked up at Ye Fan.
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