The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1713 Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince

The first thousand and 710 chapters congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince

Feeling the blood, it was still flowing from the base of his ear, Paer, who had been calm all the time, suddenly changed color!

She wiped her blood, then bowed her body, and a chill radiated from her body and eyes.

Not only is the air a bit more twisted, but it also has an aura that is 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 when he rushed over.

He wanted to back up, but found that his hands and feet seemed to be stiff, and a slight chill restricted his movements.

Then, he also felt a chill piercing into his heart like a sharp sword.

Ye Fan's face changed slightly, he knew why Yuan Qingyi and the others were at a disadvantage. This woman is indeed a bit evil.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan raised his right hand to block the chill.

It's just that with his right hand across the front, his heart is no longer cold, but his right arm is extremely piercing, as if his veins are about to be frozen.

Ye Fan's face changed slightly, and he took a step back quickly, blocking the chill with his left hand.

The coldness swished straight into the left arm, but not only did it not make Ye Fan bone-piercingly cold, but all disappeared in Ye Fan's left arm.

The entire left arm was not only refreshed by Baixuehuashui, but also nourished Ye Fan's veins.

Incredibly comfortable.

"how can that be?"

Most of the coldness in Palpo's eyes dissipated, and a touch of shock appeared on her pretty face.

She never thought that the chill just now, not only did not hurt Ye Fan, but was swallowed up by him for most of it.

"Whoosh!"

The warmth of his left arm not only made Ye Fan comfortable, but also allowed him to dispel the uncomfortable chills all over his body.

He felt his whole body relax.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Ye Fan didn't give the other party another chance to use his magic control, he laughed and bowed his head to Pal Posuo.

Fierce fighting.

Divine control technique, what he is playing tonight is divine control technique.

As soon as he retracted the fish intestine sword, he waved his fist, and the tiger was full of wind.

Pal Posuo also dissipated the shock, moved his body, and punched hard.

"boom!"

The two fists collided in mid-air.

With a loud noise, Ye Fan took five steps back, his face turned pale, but he was fine.

His face was pale, mainly because the opponent's fist was too cold.

But Paer whirled with a bang, and flew more than ten meters like a big stupid chicken, hitting the wall hard before stopping.

Her white eyes dimmed a little, and there was a trace of pain on her face, but she quickly rolled over again.

It's just that Ye Fan didn't give her a buffer.

"boom!"

In the next second, Ye Fan's fist just rushed.

"boom!"

The fists and palms collided in mid-air, and then changed a few handprints.

The two launched a desperate attack at the same time, just like the previous battle, the speed was very fast.

Fists thumping in mid-air.

"boom!"

After eighteen consecutive punches, the two collided head-on again in mid-air.

It's just that this time it was not a fist collision, but submerged into each other's body, and the two passed by like two sharp swords.

The huge collision made a muffled thunder-like clashing sound, and the white snow under the feet was smashed into pieces and scattered in mid-air.

The figures of the two people were all in fragments, making it impossible to see clearly for a while, only the flowing blood let people know that someone was injured.

As soon as his body stopped, Pa Er Po whirled around again like a whirlwind, grabbed a sword and stabbed Ye Fan's back.

"boom!"

Ye Fan seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he kicked the long sword, causing Palpo 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, and then swooped down.

He blasted over like a cannonball, completely detonating his murderous aura in an instant.

Under Palpo's icy and snow-like eyes, Ye Fan punched down with a thunderbolt.

This blow contained a trembling power.

"boom!"

Pa Er Po whirling did not have time to dodge, so he could only block it with a long sword.

"when--"

With a loud noise, Ye Fan smashed the long sword with one punch, and smashed it into Pal Po's chest.

The strong power suddenly bloomed.

Pal Posa sprayed blood from his mouth and nose, turned over and fell to the ground.

The ribs were broken, the pupils became clear again, and the technique of divine control could no longer be condensed.

"Um--"

Palpo curled up her painful body, trying to stand up again.

But his whole body was shaking non-stop, and his strength was slowly slackening.

With a plop, she fell back again.

The blood sprayed from the mouth and nose, reddened the large expanse of snow.

She looked at Ye Fan and sighed quietly: "I lost..."

"No, it's almost there!"

Ye Fan calmly took a step forward and stretched out his left hand.

He seemed to be going to give Pal Po whirling a hand, but unexpectedly he grabbed the half of the long sword on the ground.

In the next second, half of the long sword pierced her abdomen mercilessly:
"This is called losing!"

A burst of fresh blood spurted out with a sharp noise, spraying dazzling colors in mid-air, and Palpo's body shook violently.

She stared at Ye Fan with wide eyes, she was taken aback for a moment, then sighed with emotion.

In the end, she managed to force out a sentence: "Don't ask me why I want to be your enemy..."

"There are many reasons. It may be an order from the Vatican royal family."

There was no emotion on Ye Fan's face: "Perhaps the prince of the palace has lured you!"

"Maybe you are angry about Tulip and Vatican."

"Maybe you avenge the eldest prince Xiang Zhenguo and the Queen Mother."

"It's also possible that you have a deal with Xiong Guoren or Shangguan Hu."

"It's also possible that you want to support the Ninth Prince."

Ye Fan looked at the woman in his arms: "It's just that these things are meaningless for the time being. The only thing that makes sense is blood debt."

Palpo's pupils gradually lost their light.

But she still looked at Ye Fan and murmured:
"Actually, you guessed wrong, I was fighting for the man I like..."

"It's a pity that I failed, and I will never be able to marry him in this life."

Her eyes thought of the white-clothed young man who was comparable to the holy son in the Buddhist temple of the Brahma Kingdom, and the smile on her face was a little more sweet.

"When I am free, I will investigate the reason myself."

Ye Fan looked down 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, waving knives and guns and rushing towards this side.

It was Prince Haba who took the lead.

He charged with hundreds of people while shouting slogans.

Ye Fan slowly let go of Paal Whirling, who was still breathing.

There was more vigilance in his eyes.

Seeing Ye Fan and the corpses all over the floor, Prince Haba shuddered, first stopped, and then rushed over ecstatically.

Another hysterical roar came out of his mouth: "Kill the traitor, save President Song, kill the traitor, save President Song."

"Young Master Ye, you've come back, you've come back, Shangguanhu rebelled, Uncle Wang forced the palace, it scared me to death."

"How is Mr. Song? How is my god-sister?"

"When I heard that the Diaoyu Pavilion was on fire and was being killed, I immediately ordered all the people into the palace to rescue President Song and kill the rebels."

"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 wept bitterly, the tears instantly wet Ye Fan's clothes.

With a sad face, hot tears, and slightly trembling body from crying, she was absolutely sincere.

Ye Fan exhaled a long breath, glanced at the more than 600 dead princes, and looked at the micro-punch in Haba's hand.

He said lightly: "The prince really came to save Hongyan?"

"I am sworn to death with the traitor!"

Prince Haba roared: "I am sworn to death with the traitor!"

He also pointed to [-] of his men.

The six hundred subordinates also shouted in unison: "Kill the traitor, save President Song, kill the traitor, save President Song!"

The momentum was so great that the children of the Wumeng 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.

One click of his finger.

Haba shook his body.

Countless warheads poured out.

With his last breath, Palpo's body trembled, and then his head fell in a pool of blood.

Life is extinguished.

"Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince!"

Ye Fan let go of Haba, and said in a long voice:

"Successfully killed the rebel Palba!"

(End of this chapter)