But Ye Fan was not moved, and there was no sympathy or sympathy in his deep eyebrows.

Success and defeat of the enemy are the eternal truth.

Just like at this time, if Ye Fan was defeated, no one would suspect that Ye Fan's fate would be several times more miserable than Wang Yuehe.

The strong prey on the weak, the strong are respected!

This is the law of the martial arts world.

After slapping the river of Wangyue to shut up, Ye Fan's eyes fell on Eiyue Suzumiya again.

"Yue'er, do you really want to plead for him?"

"This Moon River is just a hypocrite who is false."

"He accepted you as his disciple and was not your talent, but the person in your body."

"In his eyes, you are just a sacrifice. And you also think it is your honor."

"Why do you have to plead for such an inhuman beast?"

Ye Fan's words were burning and he kept asking Yuyue Liangmura. His low words echoed everywhere.

Ye Fan had no good feelings for Wangyue River from the beginning.

This man claims to be a martial arts senior, pretending to be open and honest, but his actions are all villains.

In order to revenge on himself, not only did he harm the people in Jiangdong, but he also forced women to show up.

What Ye Fan looked down upon the most was this kind of person.

How could a true strong man do such shameless behavior if he is open and open-minded?

Even Ye Fan suspected that the soul seal on Eiyue Suzumiya was inseparable from the Wangyue River.

However, facing Ye Fan's words, Suzumiya Eiyue shook her head.

"Master, I know."

"In their eyes, I am just a sacrifice to be sacrificed."

“No one really cared about me.”

"But the teacher, after all, has the kindness of teaching and the kindness of raising me."

"When I was seven years old, I learned swordsmanship with my teacher."

"He raised me."

"Teacher, I'm very nice to me, too."

"Perhaps his care for me has other purposes."

"But how can Yue'er forget the kindness of ten years?"

"Please ask the master to spare his life."

"Yue'er, I'm willing to exchange it for eight-foot-foot-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-

Suzumiya Eiyue knelt down on the ground and said softly.

There were tears on his pretty face.

The sad sound echoed slowly.

However, Eiyue Suzumiya only said that she didn't want Matsuki Kawa to die, but she didn't say that what she was more worried about was Ye Fan.

After all, Wangyue River is the Sword God of the Sun Kingdom and the Lord of the Sword God Palace.

He has been in charge of the entire Japanese martial arts for decades and can be said to be the chief manager of the Japanese martial arts world and one of the martial arts leaders.

In the entire Japanese country, in terms of prestige, only the strongest Japanese country, Xue Zhaotian, is above him.

If Ye Fan killed him, it would definitely arouse public anger in the Japanese martial arts world.

At that time, what Ye Fan will face will be the pursuit and revenge of a country.

Even the strongest Japanese kingdom, Xuezhaotian, would take action.

This will undoubtedly make Ye Fan deeply trapped in desperate situations.

Therefore, whether it is for Ye Fan or for himself, Eiyue Suzuki, who wants to kill all the sword god palace.

If you leave a thread, there will be room for improvement.

This silly girl is still considering the safety of others.

"Master, is that OK?"

Suzumiya Eiyue asked again, her pretty face full of begging.

Finally, Ye Fan shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, for your sake, I will spare him to die."

"Just as you said, use Eight-foot Qiong Eight-Yuan to exchange for his life."

Ye Fan's whisper echoed.

But Wangyueke was anxious. He shouted, hoping to stop Suzumiya Eitsuki.

The Eight-Foot Qiong Queuyu is a magical artifact of their Japanese kingdom and a holy object that has been passed down for thousands of years. He would rather die by himself than see the martial arts holy objects of their Japanese kingdom falling into the hands of foreigners.

However, it's useless.

Suzumiya Eiyue didn't listen to how Wangyue called.

She stood up and bowed slightly to Wangyuehe: "Teacher, I'm sorry."

After saying that, Eiyue Suzumiya entered the Sword God Palace.

This eight-foot-foot-Qianqiong Gouyu was previously preserved in the Suzumi family.

Later, Eiyue Suzumiya was brought into the Sword God Palace and handed over to the Wangyue River to preserve it.

After all, the Sword God Palace commands the martial arts of Japan and has three masters in charge. It is perfect for these martial arts holy objects to be kept by the Sword God Palace.

Suzumiya Eiyue followed Wangyue River for nearly ten years, and naturally knew where the idiot Qiong Gouyu was stored.

Wangyue River did not hide these things from Suzumiya Eiyue, and there was no need to hide them from them.

After all, the things were brought to the Sword God Palace by Eiyue Suzumiya.

Soon, Eiyue Suzumiya walked out and handed a wooden box to Ye Fan.

"Master, it's what you want."

"I hope you can use it to protect the people you want to protect."

Without any nostalgia or hesitation, Suzumiya Eiyue stretched out her hand and handed the martial arts holy objects of the Japanese country to Ye Fan in the red eyes of Wangyue River and others.

"Yue'er, you're confused~"

"I'm confused!"

"Do you know what the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu represents to our Japanese martial arts?"

Looking at the moon river shouted sadly.

At that moment, his heart was bleeding.

He wanted to stand up several times, so he ran over and grabbed the wooden box.

However, now he is seriously injured and dying, and he cannot protect himself, let alone anything else.

I could only watch the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu, one of the three artifacts, fell into Ye Fan's hands.

Looking at the wooden box in his hand and the smiling girl in front of him, Ye Fan felt a little moved.

"Yue'er, come with me."

"I'll take you back to China."

"You gave me the Eight-Foot Qiong Gouyu, and this Japanese martial arts will definitely not be able to accommodate you in the future."

Ye Fan said in a deep voice.

Suzumiya Eiyue shook her head and smiled slightly: "Master, it's okay."

"Have you forgotten that I am the reincarnation and rebirth of the Yuedu God."

"They don't know how to do anything to me."

"Okay, master, please leave quickly."

"Didn't you promise Sister Qiu to go home as soon as possible?"

"Don't delay any more."

"Otherwise, if the strong men from the Three God Pavilion come, you may not be able to leave."

Suzumi Eiyue smiled brightly, but pushed Ye Fan out and asked him to leave here as soon as possible.

But who saw the reluctance and attachment deep in her eyebrows and eyes?

Good days are always so short.
To be continued...