Ye Fan's peripheral vision glanced around where there was still black smoke, and then he looked at Zhan Mianyang, who was armed to the teeth.

There was a hint of playfulness in the depths of his eyes:

"No, although Chen Yuanyuan has a lot of resources and may have hatred towards me, she will never put her energy on me now."

"Before the Tang Sect Hengcheng gathering, Chen Yuanyuan will not cause any extra problems or provoke me to make another change in her plan."

"It seems that you were sent here by my old friend again."

"Kill me to vent your anger and create one less troublemaker."

"If you can't kill me, put the blame on Chen Yuanyuan."

"Lending me my hand to deal with Chen Yuanyuan will indirectly help Tang Ruoxue and reduce the pressure on her at the Hengcheng gathering."

Ye Fan looked at Zhan Mieyang and smiled: "Zhan Mieyang, right?"

Zhan Mianyang didn't respond, just smiled and said: "Come here, come here and I will tell you."

Ye Fan stepped forward with a smile and squeezed his left hand slightly.

Seeing Ye Fan walk several meters, Zhan Mianyang was very happy: "Come here, come here quickly."

Ye Fan smiled: "Okay!"

He raised his left foot to take a big step.

Suddenly, he took back his left foot and put it down.

This suddenness not only made Zhan Mianyang extremely uncomfortable, but also made him subconsciously raise his right arm.

He was going to blast Ye Fan.

It's just that he is fast, and Ye Fan is even faster.

When the barrel was raised, Ye Fan's left hand had already ejected.

"flutter!"

A ray of light flashed away.

Zhan Mianyang's face changed drastically, and he instinctively raised his ax to block the attack.

But he couldn't stop it at all.

"when!"

The white light grazed the ax head like a rainbow and thrust straight into the armor of his throat.

With a bang, the armor exploded instantly, unable to withstand the penetrating power of the white light.

When the neck armor hit the ground, a stream of blood burst out from his throat.

The next second, there was a splash of blood on the back of Zhan Mianyang's neck.

Zhan Mianyang's body shook and all his movements stopped.

He didn't shout or struggle, but suddenly, like a deflated balloon, he fell limply to the ground.

He held the weapon tightly with both hands, but had no strength to attack.

Zhan Mianyang's eyes were full of frustration, anger, doubt and unwillingness...

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

Zhan Mianyang's lips were still moving, and there was a "gurgling" sound in his throat.

Although he was speechless, everyone knew that he was deeply dissatisfied.

"Why, you didn't die in a 500-round battle, and you feel aggrieved and unwilling?"

Ye Fan slowly stepped forward and opened his helmet, looked down at Zhan Mianyang and sighed:

"That's right. He's fully armed, but it's over before he can use it. Anyone else would be displeased."

"But this is the cruelty of Jianghu..."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on Zhan Mianyang's throat and turned to look into the distance covered by black smoke:
Chapter completed!