Chapter 1863 (1/2)

Winter capital.

The moonlight is light, covering the pine forest in the sky.

The white clouds are round and round, showing a few sparse stars.

Under the Tianhe River, the wind and smoke are all clean, the youth is still proud.

Under the feet of the earth, a mess.

Where the snow fell, occasionally a few pieces of gravel slipped.

Wangyue River and others long Leng in place, a pair of old eyes, staring at death.

Until now, they still can't accept the fact that the snow is defeated.

For so many years, the three gods attic Lord Xuezhao God, has always been the strongest person in their country.

Just like Ye Qingtian, the God of war in China, the status of snow in Japan is almost the guardian of the God of heaven.

If it is, ye Qingtian defeated Xuezhao, they still can accept.

But now, an unknown little generation, an unknown bastard, has defeated the most powerful Japanese.

That kind of feeling, like a beggar on the road, suddenly got up one day and directly trampled on a country.

You can imagine the impact on them.

”Cluck ~”

”grandfather, Mr. Iwai, Mr. Chu won, Mr. Chu won.”

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

in the presence of all the mourning, only qianchijing, a little girl involved in the world, could laugh happily.

However, there are both joy and sadness in Yanjing Zen and Miyamoto.

To be honest, in fact, the most expected result of Yanjing Zen and others is that ye fan can draw with Xuezhao.

After all, as far as national justice is concerned, snow cannot be defeated.

But in terms of his own self-interest, Ye Fan can not be defeated.

A tie is the best ending.