"Even the Sword God Palace has been defeated."

"I'm afraid that only the two masters of the Three Gods Pavilion in our Japanese martial arts can stop him, right?"

Many people lost their voices and sighed, full of loss.

A hundred years ago, their Great Japanese Empire swept across East Asia.

The supernatural power of martial arts has shaken the entire Eurasian continent.

At that time, the number one powerhouse in Japan, Xuezhao Tianshen, even stood alone on the Pacific Ocean with the martial arts powerhouse in the United States, killing three titles and five masters in a row.

In that battle, their Japanese martial arts shocked the world.

But who would have thought that their martial arts power would have declined so far now that it was only a hundred years away from that year.

Huaxia was only a junior, and he swept away their second martial arts power in Japan.

If you add the powerhouses of the six major kingdoms of China, their martial arts in Japan will not have the power to destroy the country?

Ignoring everyone's emotion, Ye Fan was expressionless at this moment, coldly looking down at Wangyuehe and others who were kneeling at his feet, and a solemn voice sounded quietly.

"Hand over the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu obediently. If that's the case, I can make your death easier."

"You are dreaming!"

"Even if I die, I will never hand over my Japanese martial arts sacred object to you, a Chinese child!"

"Impossible!"

Faced with Ye Fan's harsh words, Wang Yuehe gritted his teeth and roared, and the vicious curses echoed everywhere.

"Since we've talked about this, there's nothing more to talk about."

"If you don't tell me, I'll go find it myself."

"As for you, there is no need to live."

Ye Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

With a few cold words, Wang Yuehe and the others were immediately sentenced to death.

In fact, he knew from the very beginning that it was impossible for someone like Wang Yuehe to hand over the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu obediently.

But that's okay.

Ye Fan doesn't like to trouble others, after beheading them, he will go find them himself.

However, just when Ye Fan was about to kill Wangyuehe, a graceful body ran over.

She knelt on the ground, brows and eyes flushed.

Tears flickered in her beautiful eyes.

"Master, I can help you find the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu."

"But please, can you spare my teacher's life?"

"Yue'er, shut up!" As soon as Suzugong Yingyue said this, Wangyuehe's expression changed instantly. JrNovels.com