"Last words? Hahaha!" Ye Fan's mouth was filled with a disdainful sneer, obviously not taking Luo Yongsheng's words seriously.
And his arrogance and rudeness suddenly aroused Luo Yongsheng's dissatisfaction.
"Boy, what are you laughing at? Do you think I'm joking?"
Luo Yongsheng asked coldly with a stern face.
At this time, Ye Fan blew up the ashes and said coldly: "You are the ones who really want to tell the last words!"
"hateful!"
Luo Yongsheng frowned, feeling quite dissatisfied.
At this time, Luo Yongsheng asked to the God of Killing and said, "Mr. Killing, this kid is arrogant because he has some skill. He is simply lawless."
"So, you can take action immediately and kill this kid!"
At this time, the God of Killing nodded, signaling that the other party should not worry.
Although the God of Killing felt that Ye Fan's figure seemed familiar, he couldn't remember anything for a moment.
However, he didn't care about so much!
I saw him with his hands behind his back, and then he looked superior and said, "Young man, I am past the age of killing, and I will leave room for everything. If you don't kill them all, God has the virtue of being a good person, if you are willing to do so,
I will abolish martial arts and apologize to Luo Yongsheng. I can spare you!”
"Hehehe! Apologize? Is he worthy?" Ye Fan smiled coldly and said disdainfully.
"Swish!"
Suddenly, the face of the God of Killing instantly turned pale. He originally thought Ye Fan would seize the opportunity to save his life, but he never expected Ye Fan to be so arrogant and did not take himself seriously.
I saw his tone of coldness, and a strong murderous aura filled the surroundings: "Okay! Very good! Young and frivolous is indeed a quality worthy of praise, but it also requires enough capital! Since you are unwilling to bow your head and admit defeat, then
Don’t blame me for being rude!”
At this time, Ye Fan spread his hands, looked relaxed and said, "Don't! Don't be polite to me!"
The God of Killing was irritated, and he snorted angrily, then shouted: "Rareless!"
After saying that, he rushed towards Ye Fan.
The killing god was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to Ye Fan, then turned into a claw and directly attacked Ye Fan's throat.
"Go to die!"
A dazzling light flashed on his right palm.
This is a palm force he has mastered, called "Posha Palm".
At this moment, he exclaimed with anger, and his power was even more amazing, making the air seem to condense, making a harsh tearing sound, as sharp as a blade.
"Haha, the God of Killing has finally taken action! This kid is dead!" Seeing the God of Killing taking action in person, Luo Yongsheng shouted excitedly.
In his opinion, this time, Ye Fan will die without a place to bury him.
The other bodyguards were also full of expectations because they had already heard of the strength of the God of Killing and knew how terrifying this person was!
"Kill God, kill this kid! Kill me hard!" Luo Yongsheng yelled excitedly.
He wished he could see Ye Fan's tragic situation of blood splashing five steps.
But the next second...
Boom!
The fist of the God of Killing collided violently with Ye Fan's shoulders, and a shocking sound broke out.
Immediately afterwards, a huge shock wave instantly spread out from the fists where the two converge, sweeping the whole audience!
"Bang bang bang--"
The bodyguards watching next to them retreated ten meters and fell to the ground.
Even two or three bodyguards were blown to the ground, in a mess.
"Puff!"
Then, a mouthful of bright red blood was spit out from the mouth of the God of Killing. This chapter has been completed!