Ye Fan flicked his left finger, and then his left index finger clamped the dagger in front of him.
"I'll go? That's OK?"
The subordinate shouted in surprise. He never dreamed that someone could hold his dagger with his fingers!!
Is this brat's fingers a iron plier?
This subordinate couldn't help but doubt it.
At this time, Lao Hei was also stunned.
Because the knife he stabbed just now, but he was working hard. Most people couldn't even hide when they saw such a fierce stab. How could they dare to stop it?
As a result, Ye Fan got better and actually clamped the dagger with his fingers!!
Damn it! Is his fingers made of iron? Is he not afraid of being cut?
At this time, Lao Heihan complained.
And the next second, he was so angry that he looked as ugly as pig liver, and cursed angrily: "Liuzi, why are you still standing there? stab him again!!"
"Okay... OK!"
The subordinate nodded quickly, and at this time he also recovered.
He pulled out the dagger with force, then gritted his teeth, and stabbed Ye Fan with murderous intent again with the dagger in his right hand.
"Boy!! Go and die!"
The subordinate cursed gritted his teeth.
However, his speed was too slow.
Before his dagger could touch Ye Fan, Ye Fan waved his right hand and a black shadow twitched towards his face.
A click!
Ye Fan slapped his face heavily, and the dagger in his hand was also knocked off by Ye Fan. With a "clang", it fell directly to the ground.
"Well?"
The man was stunned for several seconds before he realized that he roared: "Do you dare to slap me in the face? Since childhood, no one dared to slap me in the face!! I won't kill you today
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As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards Ye Fan immediately, as if he was about to put Ye Fan to death.
Looking at his fierce and evil look, he seemed to want to kill someone.
"court death!"
Ye Fan sneered, then his figure flashed and disappeared directly. Ye Fan punched the man several times.
"Click!"
"Click!"
"Click!"
All his ribs were broken and flew backwards, hitting the guardrail on the roadside, making a loud "bang" sound, and he saw that the guardrail was directly deformed by him.
"Puff...puff!"
Blood spurted out of his mouth, a painful expression appeared on his face, his eyes widened, and his body felt as painful as being burned by fire.
The man was lying on the cold ground, with a large piece of his chest sunken, blood flowing, and a pale face as paper. He obviously hadn't lived long. This chapter has been completed!