Chapter 1818

Ye Fan, with one foot, has trodden that man through.

Yes, it's through!

Forward chest in, back chest out.

The man, like a balloon that was kicked rotten, even before the scream was sent out, even if he died.

"Third brother?"

"Son of a bitch, you have a cruel heart!"

"Take your life?"

In the blink of an eye, one will die.

The other seven brothers' eyes were red at that time.

They are angry and scolding, like a mad dog, red eyes, recklessly toward Ye Fan.

However, in the face of the fierce resentment, Ye Fan remained unmoved.

There is no joy or sorrow on a pretty face.

Only, only that towering cold!

After one foot falls, Ye Fan's five fingers curled up, his right hand clenched into a fist, and then smashed down.

"The second way, the mountain falls!"

Bang ~

just like a huge stone into the sea, at the moment Ye Fan's fist falls, the sky and earth set off huge waves.

At the foot of the mountain, the mountain fell apart.

The sky, the sea of clouds.

The powerful fists swept out.

In this way, Ye Fan with an invincible fist, directly hit the second person's body.

There is no block at all, only if the autumn wind swept down, boiling oil melting snow.

Under Ye Fan's fist, the man's defense is directly broken.

However, Ye Fan's fists did not decrease and fell on the head of the man without reservation.

It can be seen as a falling stone.

With a bang, the man's head exploded.

Blood mixed with brain pour, a headless corpse, such as autumn leaves in general, so helpless to fall.

Just counting the rest time, the second person will die!

Cold wind blowing, the world, as if a blood rain.

The vast snow, splashed with a little red.

"Five brothers!"

"Son of a bitch, son of a bitch ~"

"you return my five brothers, return my five brothers!"

After the death of the second man, there were six left, undoubtedly more angry.

One by one, they all want to crack.

The hatred has overwhelmed their senses.

They growl, they scream.

In Ye Fan's eyes, they are like the moths that put out the fire one after another, rushing to death!

"The third move, the sky shaking seal!"

There is no pity, no stagnation.

After two moves, the third form of yundaotianjue appeared in the world again.

Between the sky, people see, sharp convergence.

Boundless energy, unexpectedly condensed into a block sky palm print.

The handprint was huge, 100 Zhang long, and the mine was wide and white, almost blocking the sky and the sun.

Like the hand of God.

After it appears, it will face the earth below, mercilessly photographed!

Boom ~

Mount Fuji, shaking again.

People see, another figure, by Ye Fan's attack hit.

The light dissipates. On the top of Mount Fuji, there is only a towering and huge terrible palm print.

Among them, only the broken clothes and bodies turned into mud were left in the palm.

Yes, Ye Fan slapped Shengsheng, one of the eight disciples of Sanshen Pavilion, into mud.

"This..."

"this... This..."

"is this the devil?"

One punch, one palm and one foot will kill the three strong ones.

The first one, who was kicked through his chest, the second one, was shot in the head.

The third person, even the whole body has not been able to stay, was made into mud.

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone was undoubtedly scared to urinate.

Feng Chen Chuan Ji is dead staring at the eyes, the heart is full of waves swept, the whole person is numb.

He thought Ye Fan was a rare young master in the world.

But now it seems that he was wrong.

All of them underestimated the boy.

He is not a master, but a master who can kill him!

Twenty year old master?

God!

What kind of existence is this teenager?

Toyotomi Kawabata was full of shock and felt that his brain was blank.

Yes, he is!