Chapter 1810 (1/2)

Finally, in the trembling eyes of all the people, the eight swords actually converged to one place.

A huge sword, just like this across heaven and earth, appeared in front of the people.

The wind is blowing, and the sound of sword is ringing.

The long sword, which is made up of arrays, is like the sword of judgment. It is on the top of Mount Fuji.

Sharp sword God, reflecting the scorching sun and cold light.

”Asshole, that's it!”

”You are proud to die under the most powerful sword array of my three gods Pavilion.”

These eight people smile coldly, in the words, is full of contempt.

Look at Ye Fan's eyes, just like looking at a corpse.

Once again, I felt the chill of the sword. In the heart of worry, also more and more intense.

”Master, be careful...”

Lianggong yingyue said in a low voice, a pair of small hands, perhaps because of fear, but more forcefully grasp Ye Fan's clothes.

Ye Fan chuckled: ”moon, why fear?”

”It's just a few rats. It's just a local chicken and a dog.”

”One punch from your master is enough to blow it up!”

”What a arrogant young man.”

”In this case, let's see whether your fist is hard or our four phase Tianhe sword is better?”

Hearing Ye Fan's words, the eight disciples immediately became angry.

Then, without further delay, the eight men controlled the golden sword and fell from the sky and chopped at Ye Fan's head!

The sword spirit swept across the sky, setting off the wind and snow.

In the storm, Ye Fan stands on the top of the mountain and stands in the world.

Looking at the surging power of the eight disciples of the Sanshen Pavilion, Ye Fan just shakes his head and is full of pity in his deep eyebrows and eyes.

”I am Chu Tianfan, the Lord of this Dragon God.”

”I have no intention of killing in Japan.”