Shocked, I was robbed by the empress

Chapter 902
After the great battle, on an ancient battlefield, a man who woke up faintly found that he was sleeping on a pair of long white and snowy legs.

Moving his gaze upwards, he could even see, on top of the upright majestic mountain, a delicate and impeccably beautiful face was constantly lowering down, kissing him.

At this time, the man suddenly thought that he should have helped the woman in front of him to obtain the inheritance of Lingbo Sword Master by chance.

And now, she actually did this to herself when she was in a coma, could it be...

If it was an ordinary man, facing such a situation, he would definitely choose to bear it silently.

However, this man is obviously not an ordinary person.

While the woman's delicate red lips kept approaching him, the man suddenly raised his body and stopped the woman.

Immediately afterwards, he said again and again in an extremely fast tone.

"Fellow Daoist, we've only fought side by side once, do you think you've conquered me? We didn't know each other before, and we've just cooperated. Isn't that too natural? I'm sorry, I really just regard you as a friend , if there is any misunderstanding, I apologize to you. If I say that, you shouldn’t be angry, right?”

However, the last sentence is obviously superfluous, because what the man saw was the woman's face flushed, her white teeth biting her red lips tightly, with a gritted and extremely resentful expression!
Such a picture of light and shadow quickly flashed through Yang Fan's mind.

Yang Fan's body was completely frozen in place.

Because the man in the light and shadow picture is himself, and the pretty woman is not the saint of the royal family of swordsmanship who appears at this moment, under the attention of everyone!
"She is the saint of the sword royal family?!"

In an instant, the flying dragon and the phoenix returned to the nest, and Yang Fan seemed to be enlightened, already knowing the ins and outs of the matter.

The one who sent invitations to the Zixiao Clan, or simply to myself, is the Saintess of the Sword Dao Royal Family!

And the reason why she did this was probably to avenge herself for the coquettish operation she made back then.

This made Yang Fan unable to bear it on the spot, wanting to curse.

It has nothing to do with me!
It's not me who made that kind of coquettish operation!
But Yang Fan knew better, if he said this himself, who would believe it?
Now, in the eyes of everyone, he is Yang Fan, the young master of the Zixiao Clan!

"Wait! Fuck, I'm not the same as a sheep in the mouth of a tiger!"

When he came back to his senses, Yang Fan didn't understand that he was in an extremely dangerous situation now.

I didn't know it before, but how can I not understand it now, it's all because the saint of the sword royal family wants to target me!
This kind of woman in a high position has extremely high self-esteem, and being rejected by such a coquettish operation will definitely cause unimaginable huge resentment to accumulate deep in her heart!
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

At the same time, Yang Xuewei on the side clearly sensed that something was wrong with Yang Fan's situation.

It can be heard, how to explain this situation?
In this way, Yang Fan could only pretend to be calm and respond calmly.

"It's nothing, I'm just surprised that the laws of the sword in this mountain of swordsmanship are so majestic."

"Is that right?"

Yang Xuewei faintly sensed that the situation didn't seem to be like this.

But if it wasn't like this, she couldn't say what it was.

So I can only give up.

Besides, at this time, for some reason, she felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at her.

Yang Xuewei hurriedly glanced around, but still couldn't find any clues.

"Is it an illusion?"

Yang Xuewei muttered to herself again, thinking it must be an illusion.

At the same time, what is completely different from Yang Fan's here is that the surrounding forces, which one is not amazed at the moment, is the debut of the swordsman royal family saint.

Sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and embarrassing flowers.

This kind of adjective is used to describe his appearance and posture, which is quite normal.

Such a stunning appearance and posture, coupled with his legendary sword god body, this kind of supreme physique above the way of the sword.

Not all monks, especially sword cultivators, immediately regarded her as a goddess!
"Damn it, the holy lady of the sword royal family, she looks so fucking beautiful, right?!"

"I told you to read more and you didn't listen. At this time, you will only use shit. This is called the sunset and the solitary bird flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky."

"Football...You all haven't read the book, use it indiscriminately! This is obviously a shameful flower in the closed moon, let the fish fall into the wild, okay?"

"My wife... my wife!"

While the crowd was amazed, some people started to daydream in broad daylight.

This made the other monks next to him nowhere to look.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to wake him up!"

"Fellow Daoist, why waste your punching power, don't hit, watch me wake him up with a pee."

"Let me do it, my urine is yellow!"

"You don't have diabetes, do you? Don't let him taste the sweetness!"

Above the sky, in the eyes of all.

Lin Wan Bai, the saint of the royal family of swordsmanship, looked indifferent, ethereal and detached, as if she didn't care about everything.

She just waited and watched, the big mountain of swordsmanship in front of her, and immediately when the jade hand was slowly raised, an indescribably huge sword shadow was condensed, and it shot straight forward!

"Wow...!"

The huge sword shadow fell from the sky.

At that moment, the aura that flew up was really too amazing.

However, there was no huge movement when he fell on the mountain of swordsmanship.

Some are just like an invisible space barrier being cut open.

"bass…!"

"bass…!"

"bass…!"

"..."

Like hundreds of millions of swords, they exploded continuously between heaven and earth.

At the right time, the cold words of Lin Wan Bai, the saint of the royal family of swordsmanship, finally rang out slowly.

"The Excalibur Ceremony has already begun, and everyone can enter, my sword royal family's holy mountain of sword dao."

As soon as Lin Wan Bai finished speaking, he didn't care how the crowd around him reacted, he had already taken the lead and stepped into the holy mountain of swordsmanship.

The saint of the Sword Dao royal family has already set out by herself, and the surrounding forces, the Royal Family and the Royal Family Tianjiao, naturally there will be no hesitation, and immediately stepped into the Sword Dao holy mountain.

People from all sides stepped into the holy mountain of swordsmanship, and Yang Fan couldn't help hesitating for a while.

"Do you want to go in?"

If he entered the Holy Mountain of Sword Dao, Lin Wan Bai would most likely come to him. At that time, he was in it, and he couldn't even run away!

But if you don't enter, wouldn't it be a waste of the opportunity to upgrade the special skills.

On the contrary, it will make Nine Tribulations Sword Prison feel depressed and lose the progress of cultivation.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son!"

Yang Fan is not a timid character.

As soon as he thought of this, he would not have any hesitation. He set off immediately, and he was about to step into the holy mountain of swordsmanship.

"Shhhhhhh...!"

Countless figures stepped into the holy mountain of swordsmanship one after another.

The shadows of swords all over the sky are still fighting and howling.

A good show seems to be quietly staged in this holy mountain of swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)