Winter Capital.

The moonlight was faint, covering the pine forest outside the sky.

White clouds were clustered, revealing a few sparse stars.

Under the river of heaven, the wind and smoke are clean, and the young man is still standing proudly.

The earth under my feet is in a mess.

Where the snow falls, occasionally a few pieces of gravel slide down.

Wang Yuehe and others were stunned for a long time, staring at the same place with their old eyes.

Until now, they still cannot accept the reality that Xue Zhao lost.

For so many years, the head of the Sanshen Pavilion, Xue Zhaotianshen, has always been the strongest person in their Japanese country.

Just like the God of War Ye Qingtian in China, Xue Zhao's status in Japan is also an existence that is almost like a guardian god.

If so, Xuezhao defeated by Ye Qingtian, they would still be able to accept it.

But now, an unknown junior and an unheard boy defeated their Japanese strongest man.

That feeling was like an unwelcome beggar on the side of the road. One day he suddenly stood up and directly destroyed a country.

It is conceivable how big this impact is on them.

“Hehe~”

"Grandpa, Mr. Iwai, Mr. Chu won, Mr. Chu won."

"I knew that Mr. Chu was so powerful, he would not be defeated so easily~"

In the audience, everyone was so sad that only Qian Chijing, a girl who was not very familiar with the world, could laugh happily.

Zen Iwai and Miyamoto intermediary were happy, but also sad.

To be honest, the result that Iwai Zen and others are most looking forward to is that Ye Fan can tie Xuezhao.

After all, for the sake of national justice, Xuezhao cannot be defeated.

But for his own selfish interests, Ye Fan cannot be defeated.

A tie is the best ending.

But now, Ye Fan has won, and perhaps their three-combination consortium can survive this disaster.

However, their national dignity was completely taken down by Ye Fan.

At this time, Zen Iwai didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

However, when Zen Iwai and others were mixed with emotions, they did not notice that in the corridor, there was a peerless girl who finally showed a gratified smile on her pretty face with tears after seeing Ye Fan.

She raised her head hard, looked at the figure deep in the sky, and used all her life's strength, murmured.

"Master, congratulations...congratulations~"

After the words fell, Suzumiya Eiyue had no sound.

The seal of the moon wheel at the center of the eyebrows immediately shines brightly.

A long-sanctified force finally began to sweep into Suzumiya Eiyue's body.

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Hula ~

At the same time, gravel rolled down from the ground below, and a bloody hand poked out from the ruins.

Seeing this, Wangyuehe and others were shocked: "Hurry up, the God of Xuezhao is still alive."

"Everyone, go and save her~"

"Go quickly~"

In an instant, dozens of people ran towards the direction of the ruins ahead, and soon pulled Xue Zhao out of the ruins.

However, now this cold woman was covered in blood and her beautiful face, which was once graceful and peerless, was left with a mess.

She was dying, and the collision just now obviously caused her heavy damage.

Now she no longer has the power to fight again.

But in the void, Ye Fan was still standing.

His expression was ethereal and his cold eyes looked down at the crowds under his feet.

Even though Xuezhao had lost, Ye Fan seemed to have no intention of leaving.

Seeing this, Wangyue River immediately asked someone to support him and looked up at Ye Fan.

"Your Excellency, you won the battle today."

"You can take away our Japanese artifact, and we will not stop it anymore. Before the killing, our Japanese will not blame us."

"You go."

"I just hope that from now on, you will not enter Japan again."

"We don't welcome you."

A low voice sounded quietly.

The cold words were still full of hatred for Ye Fan.

Don’t he want to kill Ye Fan?

Of course not!

But what if he hates Ye Fan any more?

Even Xuezhao was defeated, and the last barrier of Japan was also kicked off the stage.

Today's Japanese country is like a no-man for Ye Fan.

The only thing Wangyue River hopes for now is that this person quickly leaves Japan.

With him here, Japan may not be able to live in peace for a day.

However, when Ye Fan heard Wangyuehe's words, he immediately smiled.

As if I heard it, the funnyest joke in the world.

"Let me go?"

"Wangyuehe, don't you think you are too naive?"

"Before you, you kept saying that you wanted to take my life."

"Now I've won, you don't leave anything, and you want to send me away in a few words?"

"Are you stupid yourself, or do you think I, Chu Tianfan, are you stupid?"

Ye Fan laughed coldly, and his stern words caused a cold wind to blew up the world.

Wangyuehe's face turned gloomy and replied in a cold voice: "What else do you want?"

"What do you think?" Ye Fan asked back.

"Martial arts battles will determine the outcome and determine life and death."

"The winner lives, the loser dies!"

"What I want is naturally her life."

What?

Ye Fan's words shocked everyone present.

He is trying to kill all the gods of Xue Zhaotian.

How can this be done?

"Chu Tianfan, don't bully people too much!"

"We have given you the Eight-Foot Qiong Gouyu, and the death of Mingzun, our Japanese martial arts will also decide not to blame him."

"You kidnapped my Sun Kingdom and Moon God, and we will no longer pursue you."

"Are you still not satisfied with my Japanese country giving you so many favors?"

"Can you kill me?"

Wangyuehe's old face turned pale and he roared sharply.

However, when Ye Fan heard these words, he felt sarcastic.

The eight-foot Qiong Gouyu was obviously taken by him, but in his mouth, it became a favor given by the Japanese country.

As for the so-called past without blame, it is even more nonsense.

"What a favor for the Japanese country, Wangyuehe, do you think your Japanese country martial arts are still qualified to say this in front of us?"
To be continued...