Chapter 1716: Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince
Feeling the blood, which was still flowing from her ears, Pal Posuo, who had always been calm and composed, suddenly changed her color! She touched with hot blood, then bowed her body, and a chill radiated from her body and eyes.
Not only did the air have a twist, it also had an aura that was colder than snowflakes.
Ye Fan wanted to charge but it was like falling into an ice cave. The biting cold made his body extremely afraid.
He was worried that he would be frozen if he rushed over.
He wanted to retreat, but found that his hands and feet seemed to be stiff, and there was a slight chill that restricted his movements.
Then, he felt a chill going into his heart like a sharp sword.
Ye Fan's expression changed slightly. He finally knew why Yuan Qingyi and the others suffered a loss. This woman was indeed a bit evil.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan raised his right hand to block the coldness.
But his right hand was in front of him. His heart was not cold, but his right arm was bone-piercing, as if his veins were about to be frozen.
Ye Fan's face changed slightly and he took a step back to block the chill with his left hand.
The chill rushed straight into Ye Fan's left arm, but not only did it not make Ye Fan bone-chilling, but it completely disappeared in Ye Fan's left arm.
The entire left arm was not only refreshed by the white snow turning into water, but also nourished Ye Fan's muscles and veins.
Extremely comfortable.
"How can this be?"
The coldness in Pal's eyes was mostly gone, and there was a touch of shock on his pretty face.
She never expected that the chill just now not only did not hurt Mark, but actually was swallowed up by him.
"Whoosh!"
The warmth on his left arm not only made Ye Fan comfortable, but also helped him dispel the uncomfortable chill in his body.
He felt relaxed all over.
"Little tricks!"
Ye Fan didn't give the other party another chance to use his divine control. He laughed loudly, lowered his head and rushed towards Pal.
The fighting spirit is overwhelming.
Divine Control Technique, what he played tonight was Divine Control Technique.
As soon as he sheathed the fish intestine sword, he waved his fist, and the tiger was like a tiger.
Parr's shock was gone, and he moved his body and punched hard.
"boom!"
Two fists collided in mid-air.
There was a loud noise, and Ye Fan took five steps back. His face turned pale, but he was fine.
His face was pale, mainly because his opponent's fist was too cold.
With a whirling sound, Pal flew out more than ten meters like a big stupid chicken and hit the wall hard before stopping.
Her white eyes dimmed, and there was a trace of pain on her face, but she quickly turned over again.
It's just that Mark didn't give her a buffer.
"boom!"
The next second, Ye Fan's fist rushed towards him.
"boom!"
The fists collided in mid-air, and then several more handprints were changed.
The two men launched a deadly attack at the same time, just like the previous battle, the speed was very fast.
The fist banged in mid-air.
"boom!"
After being bombarded with eighteen consecutive punches, the two collided head-on again in mid-air.
Only this time it wasn't a fist collision, but a fist-to-body collision, and the two of them passed each other like two sharp swords.
There was a huge collision, making a thunderous clashing sound, and the white snow underfoot was shattered into pieces and scattered in the air.
The bodies of the two people were all in the debris, making it impossible to see clearly for a while. Only the flowing blood made it known that someone was injured.
As soon as his body stopped, Pal turned around like a whirlwind, grabbed a sword and stabbed Ye Fan in the back.
"boom!"
As if Ye Fan had eyes on his back, he kicked the long sword, causing Parr to take two steps back.
"Whoosh -" Ye Fan didn't rest at all, put his hands on the ground, flicked and jumped into the air.
Different from the lightness in the past, this time the speed is extremely fierce.
He shot up like an arrow, then turned and swooped down.
He blasted past like a cannonball, completely detonating his murderous intent in an instant.
In the eyes of Parr, who was dancing like ice and snow, Ye Fan struck down with a thunderous punch.
This blow contains a heart-shaking power.
"boom!"
Parr had no time to dodge, so he could only block it with a long sword move.
"Dang-" There was a loud noise, and Ye Fan broke the long sword with one punch and smashed it into Pal's whirling chest.
The powerful power burst into bloom.
Pal Posuo spurted blood from his mouth and nose, turned over and fell to the ground.
The ribs were broken, the eyes regained their clarity, and the art of divine control could no longer be condensed.
"Well -" Parr curled up in pain and wanted to stand up again.
But his whole body was trembling constantly, and his strength was slowly losing strength.
With a plop, she fell back again.
The blood spurted from his mouth and nose spread red across the vast snow.
She looked at Ye Fan and sighed: "I lost..." "No, it's still a little bit worse!"
Ye Fan calmly took a step forward and stretched out his left hand.
He seemed to be going to give Parr a hand, but unexpectedly he grabbed half of the long sword on the ground.
The next second, half of the long sword stabbed into her abdomen without mercy: "This is called defeat!"
A stream of blood burst out with a sharp sound, spraying out a dazzling color in mid-air, and Pal's whirling body shook violently.
Her eyes widened and she looked at Mark. She was stunned for a moment, and then sighed.
Finally, she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Don't ask me why I am your enemy..." "There are many reasons, maybe it's the order of the Vatican royal family."
There was no emotion on Ye Fan's face: "Maybe Prince Gong has tricked you!"
"Perhaps you are venting your bad breath for Tulip and Brahma."
"Perhaps you can avenge Xiang Zhenguo, the eldest prince of Xiang Kingdom, and the Queen Mother."
"Maybe you have a deal with Xiong Guoren or Shangguan Hu."
"It's also possible that you want to support the Ninth Prince to ascend to power."
Ye Fan looked at the woman in his arms: "It's just that these are meaningless for the time being. The only meaning is that blood debt must be paid with blood."
Pal's pupils gradually lost their light.
But she still looked at Mark and murmured: "Actually, you guessed it wrong. I am fighting for the man I like..." "It's a pity that I failed. I will never be able to marry him in this life."
Her eyes thought of the young man in white who was comparable to the Holy Son in the Buddhist temple of the Brahma Kingdom, and the smile on her face became more sweet.
"When I have my hands free, I will investigate the cause myself."
Ye Fan lowered his head and looked at the woman, but did not let go of the half sword in his hand: "You can't mess with my mind..." "Kill! Kill! Kill... Song——" At this moment, a large number of people appeared on the way.
The men and horses rushed towards this side brandishing swords and guns.
The leader was none other than Prince Haba.
He led hundreds of people to charge while shouting slogans.
Ye Fan slowly let go of Pal who was still breathing.
There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
Seeing Ye Fan and the corpses on the ground, Prince Haba was startled, first stopped, and then rushed over with joy.
Then he yelled two sentences hysterically: "Kill the rebels, save Mr. Song, kill the rebels, save Mr. Song."
"Young Master Ye, you are back. You are back. Shangguan Hu rebelled and Uncle Wang forced the palace. It almost scared me to death."
"How is Mr. Song?
How is my god sister doing?"
"When I heard that the Diaoyu Pavilion was on fire and there were killings, I immediately ordered all the people to go into the palace to rescue Mr. Song and kill the traitors."
"How is she now?
Am I late?
Am I late?"
"Brother Ye, I'm sorry, I'm incompetent, I can't protect you well, I'm sorry for you, I promised you to protect Mr. Song..." Haba rushed to Ye Fan's side and cried bitterly, and his tears instantly wet Ye Fan.
clothes.
His face was sad, his tears were boiling, and his body was trembling slightly from crying. He was absolutely sincere.
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath, glanced at the more than 600 dead princes, and then looked at the micro punch in Ha Ba's hand.
He said calmly: "The prince is really here to save the beauty?"
"I am sworn in with the traitor!"
Prince Haba roared: "The traitor and I are at odds with each other!"
He also pointed out the number of six hundred men.
Six hundred of his subordinates also shouted in unison: "Kill the rebels, save Mr. Song, kill the rebels, save Mr. Song!"
The momentum was so overwhelming that the disciples of the Wu League who rushed over felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Brothers!"
Ye Fan patted Prince Haba's arm and then hugged him from behind.
Press his finger.
Haba swayed.
Countless warheads poured out.
As Pal took his last breath, his body trembled, and then his head tilted and he fell into a pool of blood.
Life is extinguished.
"Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince!"
Ye Fan let go of Ha Ba and said in a long voice: "Successfully killed the traitor Pal Posuo!"
