Why? Why would he believe this obvious lie?

In the whole world, he is the wisest and most versatile, he is the master of Amaterasu Jingu, and his eyes should be able to see all truths and lies!

Fujiwara Mairan respects this man wholeheartedly, but she really can't believe what is happening in front of her.

Not only her, but the stiff muscles on the white tiger's blood-intertwined face also trembled a few times, and his eyes hesitated. What is the reason for kneeling down to the enemy? The palace master's order made him dare not disobey it, and he was in a dilemma.

"Did you hear it?" Ye Fan shouted angrily: "Deaf or stupid?"

The white tiger's hideous face twitched, and he bent down on one knee and lowered his stiff head to Ye Fan.

"Master!" Fujiwara Mairan was very unwilling, knowing that this was the result, she would rather not report to the shrine and ask for reinforcements. She hated Ye Fan to the core, how could she admit defeat and kneel down and be his subordinate?

A crisp slap resounded abruptly in the cold wind.

The windshield mask on Fujiwara Mairan's face was suddenly pulled into the air and swept away by the wind.

The master of Amaterasu Jingu is furious!

A powerful aura enveloped the surroundings, and a kind of aura of a superior person was surging and raging, only then did it show its terrifying cultivation!

"Get on your knees!"

The ruthless order made Fujiwara Mailan's heart like ashes, in the divine supremacy of the shrine, no one can disobey his order, because he represents God! He is the son of God!

Fujiwara Mairan knelt down!

To be exact, his feet were parted and he sat down on the icy frozen wasteland.

"Haha-" Ye Fan raised his head and laughed proudly, killing a person is just a gesture, and if he dies, he will die, what is more sad than death is despair and death, life is better than death!

Fujiwara Wulan and White Tiger Hanzo both knelt in front of him, in the midst of a desperate road, at the moment of death, there could still be this happy scene, how could Ye Fan not look up to the sky and laugh three times.

The faces and eyes of the two were more painful and aggrieved than those of broken hands and feet, and they gritted their teeth, hating to swallow him alive.

"Can I go?" asked the Divine Palace Master calmly.

"Where are you going?" Ye Fan pretended to be stupid and hugged his arms.

The man replied lightly: "Take Vladivostok and return to Xiandao." ”

"Haha, okay, brothers, let's walk......" Ye Fan smiled freely, waved his hand and greeted the two kneeling subordinates: "Flatten, two." ”

Hanzo tugged at the gold rope with both hands, the spikes on his head pierced into his palms, and he didn't feel any pain, and a pair of eyes stared at this enemy with hatred.

Fujiwara Mairan staggered to her feet, unwilling to give in to this man for a second longer.

The corners of the palace master's mouth hooked a strange arc, turned around, and the big day map behind the gorgeous costume was exposed to Ye Fan's eyes, exaggerated and prominent.

Now is the time!

The world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable, no matter how strong the force is, no matter how terrifying the skills are, there are times when flaws are exposed!

The moment you turn around, it's an opportunity.

Jin Mang's sudden appearance and the killing machine went straight through the heart of the palace master!

Another flying sword!

This is the flying sword that Jiang Yuan once carried with him, and in the face of such a strong enemy, Ye Fan had to make this decision and yin him.

Click!

The flying sword accurately hit the palace master, and the dazzling golden and silver light burst out!

The endless brilliance was like a laser ball that exploded the Siberian wilderness in an instant.

It's a pity that this dazzling blow is just a return to the light, and when the flying sword is shot, Ye Fan knows that he has missed.

And yet—

How can you easily admit defeat! Be willing to fail! Let it be at your mercy?

The moment the gold and silver light shone up, Ye Fan's figure had already appeared in front of the Palace Master!

With one hand clenched into a fist, the true qi in the dantian was condensed in the entire right arm, and the fist suddenly burned like a fire, and the blood and cells boiled!

This punch determines victory or defeat, life and death, either you die or I die!

The person suddenly appeared, and the fist light also attacked and killed like lightning.

Rumble!

No one could see clearly the wonderful scene when the two faced each other.

The results are obvious.

The strong air current, with the assistance of the strong Siberian wind, threw Ye Fan dozens of meters away.

Sprinkled with piercing blood along the way, choking out of his throat and immediately frozen.

The Palace Master of the Divine Palace only took half a step back, and his body shook slightly before standing firmly.

In his hand, he holds an antique silver mirror!

"Yaga Divine Mirror!" Fujiwara Mairan was both surprised and delighted, and her eyes showed incomparable eagerness and adoration.

This is an artifact that has been enshrined in Amaterasu Jingu since ancient times, and it is a sacred relic that symbolizes the true body of Amaterasu!

A mirror can actually block the bombardment of flying swords, which is beyond normal imagination.

But how many of the people standing here at this moment are normal human beings?

"I've given you a chance, but you're still stubborn, unwilling to surrender, just a short sword, and delusional to fight against the Divine Palace, it's really beyond your strength!"

The strength of this pervert is really unprecedented, and he can't see through his true level at all, is this what Shinto really relies on?

This time, Ye Fan had no hope at all.

The burning pain in his body told him that he had completely lost his combat effectiveness.

The disparity in strength is too great, and the sneak attack has not been able to hit the opponent hard, and if you want to ask for a glimmer of life, the chance is really slim.

"It is undeniable that the Chinese skills are broad and profound, but I want to tell you that Japan also has outstanding martial arts and Shinto, and you are not worthy of being my opponent. The man in Chinese clothes smiled and said, "It's over, let me send you all the way with my own hands!"

His figure was distorted and blurred in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was close in front of him.

The fierce, domineering, and terrifying fist style is unstoppable!

Whew-

In the strong Siberian wind, a fist whistled out, magnified tenfold.

The majestic terrifying power hit the air, blowing the skin on Ye Fan's face and causing his hair to stand on end.

Close your eyes and wait for death?

He raised his left arm, gathered his strength to meet it, and exhausted his life's cultivation......

Boom!

He was like a balloon, floating high, and then, with a snap, fell more than ten meters away.

The Divine Palace Master showed a smile of domination over all things, condescending, and everything was under control, this feeling was a privilege he had always enjoyed.

He is the existence on the spire of the entire Japanese pyramid, the earthly master of Shintoism, there is no one, only one!

Looking at the vulnerable opponent from afar, his eyes were cold and merciless, extremely contemptuous.

"This is the final blow......" he thought to himself.

Killing Ye Fan can be regarded as giving an explanation to those dead warriors.

The souls of the dead in the shrine should also rest in peace.

A faint melancholy and sigh sounded in his heart, killing him, and one less enemy, who else is worth fighting in the future?

The master is lonely, living in a simple house all the year round, and finally has the opportunity to come out for a walk, and he is going back to the palace to be lonely.

However, this did not stop him from taking action to kill Ye Fan, there was no mercy in his heart, no good thoughts, only cruelty and cold-bloodedness close to God.

Boom –

The fists are heavy, the air is distorted, and they explode in unison!

His body, along with his fists, pierced through the strong wind and slammed into the figure that staggered to its feet.

Click!

The piercing cracking sound came from the human bones, and for a moment, Fujiwara Mairan's eyelids twitched.

It is conceivable that Ye Fan will definitely end up crushing his bones and vomiting blood under his crushing.

No one is an opponent of the palace master, and Fujiwara Mairan firmly believes this.

Although Ye Fan is strong, he can't block the blow of the real saki, which is almost a god, this is the gap in the realm.

However, when he died, everything was about to end, why did he have a strange feeling of sadness that a rabbit was dead and a fox was sad?

Whoosh –

Fujiwara Mairan didn't have time to think about it, and a distorted figure flew upside down in her sight!

What? That's—

Her pupils opened instantly, and the wind and sand blew into her eyes, blowing painfully.