Faced with a punch that came first, or a punch from close range, he could only use his sword to block it.

"Boom."

There was a loud noise, and a terrifying force spurted out from Ye Fan's fist, hitting Long Po Pan's sword hard.

Luang Po Pan groaned, his eyes were painful, and he fell out dragging his legs to the ground.

The purple-clothed women exclaimed: "Master!"

They looked at this scene in shock, never expecting that Ye Fan could not only block the master's third sword, but also counterattack and push the master back several meters.

"Boy, you deserve to die!"

Luang Phor Pan suffered losses one after another and shouted loudly, furious.

"Feng Yun's fourth sword, one sword leaves nothing but hatred——"

"Let you have free time to hate!"

Before Long Po Pan could use his fourth sword, Ye Fan suddenly jumped up.

He appeared in the sky above Luang Phor Pan instantly like a phantom of light.

With a look of indifference on his face, he stepped on it with all his strength, like crushing ants.

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

"No!"

Luang Po Pan's face was furious, and he blocked the sword again, but just as he touched it, he screamed again.

Can't stop it, really can't stop it.

The sword broke with a snap, his right hand also snapped with a snap, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.

Luang Po Pan was filled with grief and anger. With this knife and this hand, he had killed many strong men.

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

Immediately afterwards, after Ye Fan stepped on his sword and right hand, his momentum continued straight into his chest, and he fell straight down with his sword and stepped into a puddle.

"Boom."

The puddle shook and muddy water splashed everywhere.

Luang Phor Pan's chest fracture was broken and blood spurted out, and he fell onto his back in the puddle.

He felt indescribable grief and indignation, and endless sadness, but more importantly, he was shocked.

He has discovered that Ye Fan's skills are by no means a master of the realm. To be able to beat him like this is at least the peak of the realm.

At this age and in this state, he is too evil and perverted.

Luang Phor Pan was exhausted mentally and physically.

When the purple-clothed women saw this, their whole bodies became cold, and they tightly covered their mouths.

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

This is unbelievable.

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

"It's time to end."

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

"No--"

Long Po Pan's heart trembled, and he roared angrily. He pressed forward with all his strength and tried to block Ye Fan's kick with his left hand.

Just as he raised his left hand, Ye Fan had already stepped on his throat.

"Crack!"

A sharp sound stopped all Luang Phor Pan's movements.

Luang Por Pan did not cry out or struggle, but suddenly, his whole body lost all strength and fell back to the ground.

His eyes were full of frustration and anger, staring at Ye Fan, full of despair, suspicion and hatred...

He didn't seem to believe that Ye Fan killed him like this.

"Whoosh——"

Ye Fan didn't stop for a moment, picked up the fish intestine sword and waved it.

"flutter--"

Luang Phor Pan's head fell to the ground.

The woman in purple shouted hysterically: "No -"

The uniformed women subconsciously raised their guns.

A cold light flashed.

Countless shattering blades flew.

"ah--"

The women in purple screamed, clutching their throats and falling to the ground.

Ye Fan didn't even look at it and walked away...
Chapter completed!