"shut up!"

"The Moon God is my Japanese martial arts belief. You, a junior in China, dare to blaspheme?"

"Since you are so ignorant, don't blame my Qiqi Qingfeng for being ruthless!"

Ye Fan's words undoubtedly completely angered the God of Xue Zhaotian.

For many years, since she was at the top of the martial arts and became the leader of the Three Gods Pavilion and dominated the country, no one dared to be so disrespectful to him like Ye Fan.

Now Ye Fan first insulted their Japanese faith, and then insulted her.

Undoubtedly, unforgivable!

In an instant, Snow Radishen was no longer polite.

The stern words exploded quietly.

In the void, a green light flashed, and a sword energy swept across the sky.

It was like a dragon entering the nine heavens, with its surging power raging all directions.

In this way, he slashed at where Ye Fan was standing in anger.

Xue Zhao's sword speed was so fast that everyone saw her coming out of the sword a second ago, and the next second, the sword force had already fallen on Ye Fan.

Thorny ~

There was only a crisp sound, and Xue Zhao slashed Ye Fan with a sword, but did not cause any harm to Ye Fan.

Only the bitter wind swept through, blowing the boy's robe and making a sound.

"Um?"

"Do you practice kung fu horizontally?"

"No wonder, I dare to resist my sword power and not be afraid of the sword light."

"I just don't know how many swords can your body block me?"

With a sneer, the God of Snow Raided on the sky again.

The sword in his hand slashed wildly, and the sword was swung like rain.

The surging offensive was like a storm, pouring wildly towards Ye Fan.

Ten swords were produced in one second, and one sword cuts all directions.

In just a moment, only green light was sweeping across the top of the Sun Kingdom, and the sword energy was scattered.

Ye Fan, who was in it, faced the mighty power of the Snow Sky God, blocked it repeatedly.

The whole body was like a cast of copper and iron. The long sword slashed on him, and it actually brought sparks.

However, even though Ye Fan practiced body refining martial arts, even so, he was beaten to retreat step by step under the storm of Xue Zhaotian Shen.

Only the ability to fight back, no power to fight back.

"It's worthy of being the God of Snow Shot."

"The Qinglian Sword Intent has actually been so skillful."

"Every move, every move, and the control of the sword is just right."

"It seems that the sword has become a part of the body of the Snow Sky God."

"In ancient times, when sword magic reached its peak, it was the realm of unity of human and sword."

"Perhaps, the God of Snow Raiding has reached this level at this time."

Under the tree in the sky, countless people looked up at it.

Especially the sword god Wangyuehe, who is also a sword-user, but after seeing the sword-like technique of Xuezhaotian God, Wangyuehe felt ashamed and amazed.

Ridiculously, he also calls himself the Sword God.

Before, he thought that he would be the only one in the world when discussing sword techniques.

But now it seems that compared to the real strong man, he is far behind the moon river after all!

"The Sword Technique of Xuezhaotian God has been superb."

"I guess no one can match the martial arts world with swordsmanship."

Looking at the moon river is long and moved, and the words are full of admiration and respect for Xuezhao.

On the other side, Suzuki Yoshi and others looked at the battle ahead and immediately smiled freely.

“Haha~”

"Zen Iwai, is this Mr. Chu, who is loyal to your Sanhe Consortium?"

"I thought it was so amazing?"

"It seems that's not the case now."

"Just now, I was beaten by the god Xuezhao."

"Only the ability to fight back, there is no power to fight back."

"It seems that it will be killed by Master Xue Zhao with one sword in a short time, right?"

Under the trees in the sky, thousands of people gathered and luxury cars gathered.

The president of Suzuki Consortium, Yoshi Suzuki, leaned against the car, holding a cigar in his mouth while sneering.

The Iwai Chan and others next to them remained silent, but the pale touch on their old faces was so clear?

My heart was full of worries.

Could it be that he was really wrong to put all his bets on Ye Fan?

———

———

Bang ~

There was another collision between the sky and the river.

Xue Zhao waved her long sword and slashed dozens of swords in a row with the momentum of thunder.

This time, Ye Fan was overwhelmed.

Finally, Xue Zhao was slashed down with a sword.

The huge force wrapped around Ye Fan's body and smashed into the earth below.

Boom ~

With a dull roar, the earth below immediately cracked.

Ye Fan directly smashed a huge pit in the hard asphalt ground!

At this time, a delivery van happened to be coming from the front. When the driver saw the sudden explosion, he screamed in fear.

In a panic, he turned the direction hard, the rubber tires rubbed against the ground, making a devilish roar. Finally, he drifted directly into the sewer on the side of the road with the people and the car.

"Owner!"

"Mr. Chu~"

At this moment, Suzumiya Eiyue and Chichi Jing both spoke in unison, and exclaimed almost at the same time.

Qian Chijing's pretty face was pale and her eyes were full of worry.

Suzumi Eyeyue's beautiful eyes were red and she was about to cry.

But soon, Ye Fan rushed out again and rose up.

“Haha~”

"Come again!"

Ye Fan smiled at the sky, then slimmed his body and turned into a sharp sword, entering the sky.

In an instant, he came to Xuezhao again.

At this time, Ye Fan's shirt on his upper body had been damaged by snow, revealing his bronze skin below.

Xuezhaotian Shen looked at him condescendingly, and his cold voice rang out: "Do you still have to resist stubbornly?"

"I admit that your horizontal practice skills are really good."

"If it's someone else, I'm afraid you won't even be able to break your defense."

"But unfortunately, the things you are proud of are far from enough for me."

"My sword technique is famous for its speed and sharpness."

"Even if you have copper heads and iron arms, you still can't block my sword power."

Huh ~

The night wind is cold, and three thousand fallen leaves are rolled up.
To be continued...