Chapter 1198

Seeing the scene in front of him, he was so frightened that he was almost scared out of his wits.

Then, without saying a word, he turned and ran.

But, can he escape?

No matter how fast he is, how fast can he pass, Ye Fan's Qi Dao?

"No ~"

in the cry of despair, the air knife has already roared past.

Just listen to "stab" a sound, air blade across, when even in the night, with a charming bloodstain.

The gentle cry stopped suddenly.

The original forward body, like a power-off machine, instantly stops in place.

After a long time, there was a towering and terrible bloodstain on his gentle neck.

Red blood, slowly dripping.

Then, the gentle body fell to the ground.

No more, life and death.

The vast west mountain is a dead silence.

Only the strong cold wind, with endless gloomy and cold, swept across the world.

Wenliang has fallen, and that thin figure, still standing tall!

As for Liang Haonan and others, they have already been frightened by Ye Fan's supernatural skills.

A pair of old eyes, staring dead big.

The whole person, can't stop to take a breath!

"This... This..."

"this ~"

does Qi force become a sword?

Killing people?

Shall I go to NIMA?

Is this still human?

I'm afraid it's a fairy trick, isn't it?

Amazing!

Liang Haonan and other people looked at the thin figure in the night. They felt cold and could not say a word for a long time.

Of course, for them, in addition to tremor, more is fear.

Finally, Liang Haonan took the lead in regaining his mind and ran to Ye Fan. With a bang, he knelt down on his knees. His forehead hit the ground and he almost knocked out blood. He begged: "master, I'm wrong!"

"It's me, Liang Haonan, who has no eyes and listened to the villain's words by mistake."

"Please forgive me for the sake of the Li family."

Liang Haonan almost cried, his heart was full of hate and regret.

Hate is Zhou Botong that son of a bitch, his own waste, but recklessly bravado, on the contrary, the real master to force away.

The regret is that he should not have been bewitched by Zhou Botong and drove Ye Fan away.

"Master, I can't be blamed. It's Zhou Botong."

"It's Zhou Botong who got hurt. I was deceived by him."

"Otherwise, if you lend me a hundred courage, I will not dare to drive you away?" Liang Haonan could not get up on his knees.

Ye Fan listened, but shook his head and sneered: "is it?"

"Zhou Botong, what do you think of Liang's words?"

At this time, Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Zhou Botong, who had fallen into a pool of blood in the distance.

Yeah?

Liang Haonan and others were stunned: "Zhou... Zhou Botong, isn't he dead?"

Sure enough, no one responded.

Zhou Botong was still lying in the haystack, motionless.

"Zhou Botong, do you still want to pretend?"

Ye Fan eyebrow eyes congshen, the more cold words, cold voice again: "be careful, I really send you on the road!"

"Don't ~"

"I'm wrong, sir. I shouldn't offend you."

"In the future, I would like to be a cow and a horse for my husband. I only hope that my husband will give me a way to live."

In the astonished eyes of Liang Haonan and others, Zhou Botong, who had just fallen into a pool of blood, rubbed himself against him like a corpse. Then he got up, knelt down to Ye Fan and begged for mercy.

"Second Olympics!"

"This old bastard!"

"I dare to pretend to be dead all the time."

Liang Haonan was so angry that he wanted to kick the old garbage to death.