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

"Feng Yun's fourth sword, with one sword, there is nothing left to hate -" "Let you have nothing left 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 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 Popan'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 when 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 Phor 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, and he stared at Ye Fan, full of despair, suspicion and hatred... He seemed not to believe that Ye Fan killed him like this.

"Whoosh -" Ye Fan didn't pause at all, picked up the fish intestine sword and waved it.

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

The woman in purple shouted hysterically: "No--" The women in uniform 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.
Chapter completed!