Chapter: 3588

“Mr. Chu is a peerless evildoer. Given time, he will surely lead me to stand proudly in the world of martial arts in the summer.”

“Such a hero, do you really want to watch him and be killed by these alien thieves?”

“Juggernaut!!”

“Please…”

When several titled masters of the Martial Arts Hall were silent and hesitating, Li Er, Lei San and others on the ship were full of red eyes and prayed hard for each other.

In the end, all the people of the Hot Summer in the full ship, all knelt down and bowed to the sword saint Tang Hao and the thousands of Hot Summer warriors behind them, begging each other sadly.

“Please Wu Shendian, save Mr. Chu!”

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“Sooner please, save my dragon lord!”

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“Please Martial God Temple, save my hot summer future…”

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On the ship, countless people pleaded sadly. ,

Li Er’s eyes were red, Lei Lao San shouted hoarse, Chen Ao burst into tears.

Xue Renyang and others knelt down again, weeping sadly, and begging with tears.

The sad voices and sorrowful words converge into a stream, impacting the entire world.

Today, Ye Fan and the others, facing the encirclement of the martial arts of these countries, are undoubtedly the time when the mountains and rivers are exhausted.

Li Er and the others knew that only with the people like the Dragon God Temple, it was even a problem to contend with the Chu Sect who owned Chu Yuan, not to mention dozens of titles and great masters from the 36 countries in the world.

Their only hope is the Temple of Martial Arts, which is the martial arts in the summer!

As long as the Juggernaut is willing to take action, as long as Yan Xia is willing to shelter.

Their Dragon Temple, combined with the Hot Summer Martial Arts, and various high-end lethal weapons on the border, is it possible to fight?

Silence, a long silence.

Facing the mournful prayers of the Dragon God Temple people and the desperate shouts of Li Er and the others, the Sword Saints and the others were silent.

But at this moment, everyone’s eyes are on the Martial God Temple.

Is it war, is it retreat?

Everyone is waiting for the answer.

Finally, after a long silence.

The sword saint who was full of powerless in his heart sighed for a long time.

“Heaven’s sins are forgiven.”

“Do not live by committing sins by yourself.”

Just a few words, only if the thunder falls.

Li Er and the others were stunned.

In the depths of his eyes, the flame of hope that had just ignited was instantly extinguished.

“Ha ha ha ha…”

“Heaven’s sin, is it forgivable?”

“You have committed sins, you can’t live…”

“Hahaha..”

“It’s a good one, you’re self-inflicted, you can’t live…”

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“Dragon Lord, have you heard?”

“This is the answer?”

“This is the answer to your motherland in your heart?”

“This is the hot summer martial arts that you used to fight for spiritual fruit for your country, regardless of your life and death?”

“Ha ha ha ha…”

When Li Er and others were desperate, Long Yin Wang Yanjing suddenly smiled.

He looked up to the sky and laughed, and his old face was full of irony and sarcasm.

He has followed Ye Fan for many years. Although he rarely meets, the members of the Dragon Temple know Ye Fan’s feelings for Yan Xia martial arts.

He once ordered that the martial artist who encountered the flames of summer suffers and must be rescued!

He also gave an order, not his order, the land of hot summer, the grandmaster is forbidden to enter!

He ordered that no matter what contradiction arises, he must not kill Grand Master Yan Xia.

He tried his best to shelter the Yanxia martial arts.

As a result, what I got was a sentence, self-inflicted, don’t live!

This sentence, undoubtedly a sword, pierced the defense of countless people.

Li Er and others felt sad.

People from foreign countries like Iwai Chan feel even more worthless for Ye Fan.

“Hahaha..”

“well said!”

“You deserve to be the Master of the Sword Saint Temple, distinguishing right from wrong, and defending the righteousness of martial arts.”

“Over time, the hot summer martial arts will surely be carried forward under the auspices of the Master of the Sword Saint Temple.”

Chu Yuan and others burst into laughter, and King Yintian Fentian also came out to join in the fun.

At this point, the situation has become clear.

Without the protection of the Martial God Temple, Ye Fan is just the fish on the chopping board, which can be slaughtered.

“Chu Tianfan, won’t you come out and die?”

“Is it possible that you want these ants under your hands to be implicated in you, and you will die in vain?”

Fen Tian took the lead, standing proudly on the tide, sneering freely at the bottom.