The three of them fell to the ground with a plop.

The old man in green also had his eyelids twitched.

The next second, Ye Fan rushed over and punched him out.

"kill!"

The old man in green changed his face and had no time to shoot. He stacked his hands and roared and blocked Ye Fan's fist.

"boom!"

As soon as two fists touched, a huge explosion sounded.

Jiufeng and the others who fell to the ground felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and their eyes turned dark.

It was like a magnitude ten earthquake, everything jumped up.

The entire castle was shocked suddenly.

The stone chips on the ground thundered in the air.

There were cracks on the wall and the glass on the windows, and I don’t know how much it had shattered.

Ye Fan maintained a punching posture.

His fist hit the old man in green on the stacked palm.

Time seems to be frozen.

Then the back of the old man in green suddenly exploded.

Immediately afterwards, his clothes cracked.

The hands were also cracked and shattered.

"puff!"

The next second, the old man in green blew and flew out, and crashed into the wine cabinet like a cannonball.

With a thud, countless good wines fell and buried him hard inside.

It took him a long time to sit up from the bottle. He felt a pain in his chest and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

The ground is mottled and shocking.

"You lost!"

When Yuan Qingyi and the others flocked in to take Jiufeng and others, Ye Fan also came to the wine cabinet.

He looked at the old man in green and smiled faintly: "You lost!"

You lost...

The simple words indicate that all persistence and all efforts have been wasted, and also indicate a tragic ending.

"Zhao Mingyue has a good son."

The old man in green trembled and raised his head and sighed:
Chapter completed!