The sound of roaring trembles the world.

The majestic momentum is just like a needle facing the wheat.

However, what no one expected was that the duel between Ye Fan and the Truman strongman did not last long.

Even, I didn't hold on for a second.

The moment the legs were touching each other, Ye Fan kicked the man's leg like a knife cutting tofu.

Yes, it was kicked off in the waist.

The part that went down from the base of the thigh was all broken.

The bright red blood echoed in the sky with shrill screams.

And this person finally hit the ground hard and rolled on the ground and moaned with his broken right leg.

"Third brother!"

"Beast, you beast."

"You are so cruel!"

"Go to die~"

In the distance, the angry and resentful voices of the Truman strong man came again.

Then, the remaining three people were like mad dogs, with a magnificent face, and their eyes were red and rushed towards Ye Fan, completely desperately.

However, Ye Fan was unmoved by this.

On a pretty face, there is no joy or sorrow.

The indifferent look is as if the one who is killing is not a master, but a group of ants.

“The third one.”

The red lips opened gently, and Ye Fan's low voice slowly rang out.

Then, Ye Fan stepped on the ground and soared into the sky again.

The whole body was filled with golden light, and there was a dragon shadow behind it.
Chapter completed!