"White tiger breaks!"
Under the Tianhe River, all the people just listen to LAN Xing's low drink, and the majestic clap immediately hits.
Fierce force set off bursts of wind and waves, toward where Ye Fan swept away.
Of course, with Lanxing taking the lead in the disaster, others are also unambiguous.
Han Ping shakes hands and becomes a fist. His powerful power gathers in one place and bursts out suddenly.
"Thunderstorm fist!"
Bang ~
when the fist force falls, there is a sound explosion.
Then, an irresistible fist force, then toward Ye Fan where crazy smash!
"Shadowless legs!"
Zhu Rong finally follows, steps on the earth, flies up.
A blow to Foshan's shadowless legs immediately revealed itself to the world.
The three drillmasters attacked together, and the thunder was extremely powerful.
With the dignity, just like the general ocean storm, swept across the entire Jiangbei defense area.
"I'll go!"
"Is this the dignity of the chief drillmaster?"
"As expected, it's just fierce and domineering. It's excellent!"
With the three instructors together, the prestige revealed, so that the officers and men in the defense area were all trembling with sweat and feeling for it one after another.
There are many people, but also show the color of admiration.
"It seems that the son of a bitch is finished."
"Qi, a great master of the world. In the face of the siege of the three drillmasters, we are doomed
While people are cheering for the strength of Han Ping drillmaster, there are also many people gloating and laughing, looking at Ye Fan's eyes, as if to see a dead body.
Think about it. In their opinion, Ye Fan at this time, facing the encirclement of the three instructors, has only one ending, that is death!
"Drillmaster Han, don't kill me directly. Let me have a breath."
Not far away, Lin Qinghe, watching the battle below, cried out with a grim smile. The old face is full of wanton color of revenge.
Of course, he let Han Ping save Ye Fan's life, not his conscience found that he wanted to spare Ye Fan's death.
Instead, he didn't want Ye Fan to die so easily!
His good friend died in Ye Fan's hand, and even his son was beaten to be disabled because of Ye Fan.
Even, he regarded as the glory and pride of the eagle corps, also by Ye Fan flag of the green dragon to be defeated.
His painstaking efforts almost all destroyed Ye Fan's hand.
Under the new hatred and old hatred, Lin Qinghe hates Ye Fan to the bone.
Even if ye fan died, he had to torture him to death.
"Stinky boy, I want you to regret what you have done!"
Lin Qinghe's eyebrows and eyes are red, and his hands are clenched tightly. Because of resentment, his fingertips are almost deeply immersed in flesh and blood. The voice of resentment is ringing quietly.
At this time, the attack of Han Ping and others has reached Ye Fan.
Ye Fan, who has been quiet and silent, shakes his head and chuckles at the attack of Han Ping and others: "Fireflies dare to win glory with the bright moon."
"Well."
"Today, I, Ye Fan, will let you have a look, this dragon master, the real majesty!"
Words fall, Ye Fan eyebrow eyes suddenly cold.
The next moment, the fierce storm, Ye Fan's power immediately erupted.
Under the elixir field, the cloud way heaven definitely crazy surging.
In the muscles and veins, the strong yuan strength is like a dragon, thunder and fire are surging.
Just in a flash, Ye Fan's breath will rise several times.
Until the end, like a dragon like a rainbow!
The terrifying power is centered on the place where Ye Fan stands, sweeping all directions.
Along the way, the place, set off flying sand everywhere, rolling up leaves all over the sky.
"This... This..."
"what a powerful momentum
After feeling the prestige, many people changed their color.
Even Han Ping and their faces trembled slightly.
They suddenly realized that if they could train a team like Qinglong, could Ye Fan be an ordinary person?