All the children of Wumeng straightened their chests and roared angrily.

"The harm suffered by the children of the Wu League is equivalent to the harm caused by me, Ye Fan."

Ye Fan raised his arms and shouted: "The presidential brothers you lost are equivalent to my Ye Fan losing the presidential brothers."

"If you kill my children from the Martial Alliance, I, Ye Fan, will definitely kill you."

The voice was majestic and tough, as if it was a verdict.

"Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!"

The children of the Wumeng clan looked at Ye Fan, both admiring and awe.

This young master with a straight figure, like a blade in ice water, made them sincerely admire him.

Montay wolf and snake beauty also have different expressions.

But in everyone's eyes, there is a kind of intense emotion that is boiling with passion.

They began to envy Xiong Tiantu, who could fight side by side with Ye Fan.

"I want to kill the three tycoons, I want the three tycoons to stop existing, and I want West China to change hands again."

Ye Fan flashed a knife and roared angrily: "Who of you wants to live and die with me?"

"I do! I do!"

The Seven Thousand Martial Arts League children took a step forward under the leadership of Yuan Qingyi.

They responded to Ye Fan like a mountain wind roaring.

Ye Fan raised his sword high: "There is only one mission tonight!"

"That is to kill all Nangong and all Ouyang!"

Seven thousand people shouted again: "Kill all Nangong! Kill all Ouyang!"

Morale is high, and even a landslide cannot be submerged!

Ye Fan raised his sword and slashed at the air: "Kill!"
Chapter completed!