"The kingly way of thousands of years and the hegemony of all ages are all among the corpses..."

When the tragic old man's voice sounded again, the ghost hand in the clothes was approaching Ye Fan.

He raised his hands and stabbed eighteen times in one breath.

Eighteen palm moves are vicious and dangerous.

It also poured mercilessly towards Ye Fan with the momentum that it wanted to expose tofu.

Once he was inserted into his hands, he would have a few more blood holes at the least, and a few more bleeding holes at the worst.

However, after eighteen attacks, even Ye Fan did not hurt a single hair.

Ye Fan can not only avoid the attack of sharp palms, but also use the continuous attacks of ghost hands to force the cushioned deaf and others to retreat.

No matter who is inserted into the sharp palm, he will definitely die.

Looking at the ghost hand that was tightly pressing against his attack, Ye Fan smiled faintly:

"You're at this level?"

Ye Fan whispered: "If you want to kill me with this ability, you are afraid you will be disappointed."

"Swoosh swish swish--"

The Maclothed Ghost Hand had no turbulence at all, but the degree suddenly surged a lot.

He approached Ye Fan again. This time, not only did his hands whizz and whizz like a tide.

Red lights shot out from his fingertips, pouring towards Ye Fan from his palm shadow.

"Swoosh swish swish!"

These lights cut through the void, like high-energy lasers.

They are not only extremely fast and dazzling, but also very sharp, and can split the space into two pieces.

Chen Qiye shouted: "Brother Ye, be careful--"
Chapter completed!