However, just when Tang Hao and everyone thought that Ye Fan would be doomed this time.

Who would have thought that at the last moment, a figure rushed out directly.

A sudden flash of everyone's shocked eyes.

In the end, he stood in front of Ye Fan like that.

Thousands of lightning were poured into him alone.

Then, he was hit hard by the thunder again.

"General!"

"General Long!"

....

Such a sudden change undoubtedly trembled everyone.

The subordinates who followed Long Baichuan's tears immediately flowed down their faces.

They struggled and cried.

Endless sadness swept by.

Ye Fan was also stunned.

He didn't expect that Longchuan King Long Baichuan would actually suffer this blow for himself with his weak body.

At this time, Long Baichuan was covered in bruises and was lying on the ground, his breath was depressed.

No one knows whether this general who once commanded the troops was dead or alive.

"Baichuan, you are again, why bother?"

Ye Fan's eyes showed sadness, and tears flashed in his once majestic pupils at this moment.

"Things that are overestimating one's own abilities!"

"Who can you blame me for seeking death?"

"A little martial arts master dares to stop my Heavenly Master Thunder Method, and he even wants to save Chu Tianfan in my hands?"

"It's simply a delusion!"

Looking at Long Baichuan who was lying on the ground, King Yin smiled coldly.

Inside the eyes, there is indifference and coldness.

It seemed that he had just fallen into his hands, just a irrelevant ant.

Of course, Long Baichuan's fall did not make Fen Tian give up the idea of ​​killing Ye Fan.

After laughing, his eyes flashed, and he immediately cut off with a long sword in his hand.

A sword light flashed by.

The fierce sword force fell straight towards Ye Fan.

The long sword fell and blood rose.

Ye Fan's body was stained with blood again.

However, the knife wound on his body did not take his life.

This man, this man who once shook the world, was still standing stubbornly.

The majestic figure stood there, just like a river of heaven.

"Lord Dragon!"

"Mr. Chu..."

.........

The people all over the boat had red eyes.

Xu Lei and others were even more crying.

"Son of a bitch!"

"We've fought with you!"

"I've fought with you!"

......

Zen Iwai gritted his teeth and roared, and finally used all his life to carry the power of the title master, holding a submachine gun, and scanning frantically towards the direction of Fen Tian and Chu Yuan.

However, it's useless.

These people in front of us are all powerful people standing at the peak of their strength.

Even nuclear bombs may not necessarily kill them.

What's more, what about this small gun?

Therefore, even though Iwai Zen fired the bullet, it did not cause any damage to Chu Yuan and others.

Instead, Chu Yuan's fingers moved slightly.

The powerful force gathered under his fingertips into a Qi knife.

The next moment, the air blade flashed by with lightning and lightning.

"Bastard, stop!"

Ye Fan shouted, even trying to rush over and save him.

But, in vain.

Everyone saw that Zen Iwai's chest was pierced by the air blade under Chu Yuan's finger.

The bright red blood gushed out as if it was not enough for money.

"Grandpa Iwai!"

.....

"King Longyan!"

.....

When Zen Iwai fell, Qianchi Jing burst into tears.

Li Er and others shouted even more angrily.

Ye Fan even endured the powerlessness and pain coming from his body, ran over, and hugged Iwai Zen's falling body.

"Dragon... Lord Dragon, I'm sorry, next time you... you go to Mount Chumen, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I can't accompany you."

"Okay... OK, alive..."

Zen Iwai grabbed Ye Fan's hand and tried hard to show his smile.

Back then, facing the Chu family's situation, Zen Iwai refused to fight and retreated at the last moment.

Everyone thought he was a deserter.

However, when the real desperate situation of life and death, Iwai Zen rushed out without hesitation.

Even when he was dying, he was not afraid. What he left for Ye Fan on his old face was still a smile.

However, after saying this, Iwai Zen seemed to want to say something else.

But when he opened his mouth again, blood was pouring out.

But even though he couldn't speak, he was still using his last strength to give Ye Fan a postcard covered in blood in his arms.

Then, he passed away!

That winter, King Longyan fell.

Blood dyed the sea area on the hot summer border red.

Ye Fan looked at the old man in front of him and the bloody postcard in his hand.

His body was trembling.

The palms were clenched.

"Chu Tianfan, do you still have to persevere?"

"You have to kill this boat full of people, so you are willing?"

"Plus Osk before, this should be the third one, who died because of you."

Chu Yuan was condescending, and his willful laughter slowly rang.

That arrogant and arrogant look was like the king of this world, controlling everything.

After Ye Fan heard this, his body trembled again: "Are Osk?... dead too..."

No one answered him.
To be continued...