Chapter 611

The night in Yunzhou is as cool as water.

The streets are full of traffic and pedestrians.

Lehua barbecue City, a lot of noise.

Nearly twenty burly men, armed with sticks and led by the man in black, were like runaway horses, and they seemed to rush forward.

In front of the wine table, Ye Fan, who had been drinking tea safely, glanced at the corners of his mouth, and his face was suddenly and strongly.

The next moment, just listen to a whoosh.

Ye Fan's body is like a mirage, which suddenly appears.

With a fierce kick, he kicked out towards the front with the speed of thunder. Ye Fan, the leader of these people, was the most arrogant man in black before.

What?

"Why so fast?"

The man in black was immediately shocked, but ye fan's speed was seriously beyond his expectation.

The man in black was startled and couldn't care so much. He smashed the iron stick to Ye Fan's head.

Bang ~

just listen to a loud noise, and stick feet touch each other.

Who could have thought that the iron bar in the hands of the man in black was broken in response.

And, Ye Fan after kicking off the black man's iron bar, the remaining strength is not reduced, turned a foot straight to the black man's chest.

Bang ~

there was another loud noise. Under Ye Fan's explosive kick, the man in black screamed. At the next moment, his body of several hundred jin immediately flew out like a shell.

The huge force carried the man in black through the front windshield of the van with a bang. Finally, he flew out of the windshield with a bang.

The hard tempered glass is broken into slag.

Among the countless glass slag, the man in black fell to the ground heavily, and a mouthful of blood spat out and fell on the ground screaming and groaning.

"Big brother!"

"Son of a bitch, how dare you hurt our big brother?"

"Go to death ~"

seeing that their elder brother was half killed by Ye Fan's kick, the eyes of these big men were red at that time.

They roared and howled angrily and rushed to Ye Fan with sticks!

That violent momentum, just like the surging river, rolling. Like thousands of troops, rushing to kill.

However, Ye Fan is the only one who wants to be killed!

"Brother Ye Fan, hide quickly ~"

seeing such a scene, Lu Wenjing behind her was scared and cried out. Because of her worry, her tears were left.

"It seems that it's going to end ~"

when Long Ge and others on the side saw such a scene, they also shook their heads and sneered. While watching, he found a seat to sit down and drop a glass of wine for himself. He watched the end of the farce so far away.

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands!

In the eyes of all the onlookers at this time, Ye Fan could not have any chance to turn the tables in the face of dozens of big men.

However, just as Lu Wenjing wailed and Longge and others watched, Ye Fan's thin body suddenly jumped up like a swallow.

A beautiful side spin kick with long legs like a gun sweeping in all directions.

In a low muffled sound, Ye Fan swept around and more than a dozen big men all flew out.

Finally, after Ye Fan falls to the ground, another blow hits him. Another big man was hit by Ye Fan in an instant and knocked over seven or eight men along the way.

In the blink of an eye, all ten or twenty men were knocked down by Ye Fan, lying on the ground like a dog, moaning.

A few minutes ago, the eyes were full of ferocity, but now they are all withered.

Just two legs, one punch.

Nearly twenty big men, all down!

"Br ~ >" "this moment of death" >.