Luang Po Pan suffered losses repeatedly, shouting loudly, and his anger was overwhelming.

"The fourth sword of Fengyun, one sword is empty and resentful" "Let you have enough and resentful!"

Before Luang Po Pan could use the fourth sword, Ye Fan suddenly slacked off.

He appeared in the sky above Luang Po Pan like a illusion.

He had a cold face and stepped on it with all his strength, as if he was crushing an ant.

This kick is like an ancient beast, with immortal fighting spirit.

"No!"

Luang Po Pan's face sounded loudly, and he blocked the knife again. Just as he touched it, he screamed wildly again.

It can't be stopped, it really can't be stopped.

When the sword broke with a sound, the right hand also broke with a click, and blood spurted out from the mouth and nose.

Luang Po Pan was very sad and angry. His sword and hand had killed many powerful people.

But in front of Ye Fan's kick, he was like a vulnerable ant.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan stepped on his sword and his right hand, and his momentum went straight into his chest without diminishing power. He fell straight into the water puddle with his sword.

"Boom."

The puddle vibrates and mud and water splashes everywhere.

Luang Po Pan's sternum was broken and his blood was sprayed, and his four legs were poured into the puddle of water.

He could not express his grief and anger, and his endless sadness, but he was more shocked.

He had discovered that Ye Fan's skills were not a great achievement in the Earth Realm. He could make himself like this, at least at the peak of the Earth Realm.

At this age and at this level, it is so evil and so perverted.

Luang Po Pan was exhausted.

Seeing this, the women in purple were all cold and they were covering their little mouths tightly.

The dignified Luang Po Pan, the number one master in the Xiang Kingdom, was actually stepped into the puddle by Ye Fan?

This is simply unbelievable.

But the cruel reality was in front of him, and Luang Po Pan was trampled over by Ye Fan like a dead dog.

“It’s time to end.”

After Ye Fan calmly landed, he took two steps forward and stepped on Luang Po Pan's throat.

"No" Long Po Pan's heart trembled, and he roared angrily, and his whole body's strength was pressing on, and his left hand wanted to block Ye Fan's kick.

But he had just raised his left hand and Ye Fan had already stepped on his throat.

"Click!"

With a sharp sound, Luang Po Pan stopped all his movements.

Luang Po Pan did not shout or struggle, but suddenly, his whole body lost its strength and fell back to the ground. His eyes were full of aggrievance and anger, staring at Ye Fan, full of despair, suspicion and hatred...

He seemed to die and didn't believe it, Ye Fan killed him like this.

"Swoosh" Ye Fan did not stop at all, and picked up the Fish Intestine Sword and waved it.

"Pu" Luang Po Pan's head fell to the ground.

The woman in purple shouted hysterically: "No" the woman in uniform subconsciously lifted her guns.

A cold light flashed.

Countless broken blades flew.

"Ah" the women in purple screamed, covering their throats and fell to the ground.

Ye Fan didn't even look at it, and he left... The wind and rain were tight.

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Chapter completed!