Cold and unrestrained!

The next moment, under the trembling eyes of everyone, Xue Zhao danced with a sword among the green lotus.

Under the guidance of her power, the green lotus under her feet instantly transformed into millions of swords.

"Qinglian Sword Technique, Thousand Swords Slash!"

Whoosh swish swish swish ~

Amid the cold shouts, the sword lights flew out almost at the same time.

Wherever you see, there are long swords flying and green light sweeping over.

The overwhelming power is like waves sweeping across.

He slashed towards Ye Fan in an instant!

Ye Fan also hurriedly used several swords.

However, under Xuezhao's power that swept the world, Ye Fan's attack was too small.

Just the moment they met, Xue Zhao's surging sword intent shattered all Ye Fan's attacks with a destructive and destructive momentum.

Then, the remaining momentum did not diminish and he instantly swallowed all Ye Fan.

Huh ~

The wind is fierce and the plants are shaking wildly.

The snow shines on the power of the divine world and swept across the world.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Yuehe and others were shocked.

"Is this the real power of the God of Snow Raksha?

"A sword came out, and the sun, moon and stars were dim."

Wangyue River sighed in his heart.

Once upon a time, the sea was in trouble.

After seeing the sword intent of Xue Zhaotian God, Wangyuehe felt that his achievements in swordsmanship were really too far away!

Just as the mind of the moon river was trembling, the sword energy was still sweeping across the chaos ahead.

It took me a long time to disappear, revealing the thin and tall figure in it.

"Um?"

"Can that guy hold on?"

Seeing that Ye Fan was still standing safely, Wang Yuehe and others were shocked and their pupils shrank.

However, as soon as they finished speaking, Ye Fan's body trembled suddenly between the sky and the river. Then, his aura, like a balloon that was deflated, instantly became weak.

In the end, Ye Fan could no longer bear the internal injuries.

A puff~

A mouthful of blood suddenly spit out.

The red spots were flowing down blood.

How dazzling is the scarlet red under the dark night?

At that moment, Qianchi Jing's pretty face was pale, Miyamoto's intermediary was full of despair, and Iwai Zen even wailed in his heart.
Chapter completed!