"Stepping on the waves!"

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"running thunder sword ~"

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"LiuMang chop ~"

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is like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, showing their magical powers.

The strong men of all countries have used their ability to look after their own homes.

Everyone, almost all of them are killing moves.

As the saying goes, lions fight rabbits with all their strength.

Even though they were numerous, they still did not dare to be slack and belittle the enemy in the face of Ye Fan.

After all, Ye Fan is a master.

Although seriously injured, the tiger had no fangs. It was also a tiger. If you are not careful, you may capsize in the gutter.

So, of course, people dare not be careless.

In this way, with the concerted efforts of all the people, the heaven and earth, no doubt, are boiling like boiling water.

The thousands of attacks are like rivers and lakes, converging into streams and rivers into the sea.

The prestige that brings up, can be said to shake the world.

Only the residual power that overflows and spreads makes the earth crack and the mountains and rivers break.

Within a hundred meters, those towering trees, under this momentum, just like the glass on the ground, are directly broken and fragmented.

As for the tent where people used to drink, it was even more disastrous and was directly uprooted. The wine jars inside were all blown up.

The mellow liquor, with the strong wind, flowed all over the place.

"My wine ~"

"my wine."

"It's all money ~"

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"you bastards, you've got to fight and stay away from it."

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watching the wine jar burst from his eyes, the old man with white beard was bleeding.

"Shit!"

"Grandfather, when are you still concerned about your wine?"

"Let's go."

"Otherwise, even the two of us will have to blow up like that wine jar."

seeing the moment of life and death, my grandfather is still thinking about the wine, and the little girl is angry and anxious.

While complaining, while pulling his grandfather to fly also like toward the distance to escape.

At this time, the attacks of the people have gathered together, only a few meters away from Ye Fan.

As long as a few seconds, they will see Ye Fan in their joint attack, the scene of vanishing.

"Ha ha ~"

"die!"

"What the king of India didn't do, I'm going to do it."

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"stupid guy."

"If you don't live, you have to die."

"Why don't you hand over the treasure

"Now, the gods can't save you."

Looking at that has been trapped in a tight encirclement, destitute youth, some people grimace, some sneer, some disdain to whisper.

The wind is roaring and the clouds are shaking.

Who could have thought that, in an instant, Ye Fan was already in a desperate situation and was criticized by thousands of people.

However, Leiluo and others thought that they would see Ye Fan's desperate struggle and hear his sad cry.

But they were disappointed.

Even if in a desperate situation, even in the end, this young man is still calm.

He always stood there quietly, with a delicate face, without joy or sorrow.

There is no fear, no despair, no crying.

Some, only the blood all over the body, as well as the eyes of indifference.

Finally, when the attack was about to fall, the young man raised his head.

He looked at the sky, at the sea of clouds, at all creatures, at the ants and mortals. Then, his faint laughter, like rolling thunder, pierced through the ages and resounded through the world.