"This is impossible!" The God of Killing looked in disbelief. He could not believe that Ye Fan could actually hurt himself when he used the "Breaking Evil Palm".
On the other hand, Ye Fan was still standing there, not even moving his footsteps.
With just the strength of the body and pure inner breath, you can resist the "Breaking Palm" of the God of Killing. This kind of strength is really terrifying.
"How could this happen?" Luo Yongsheng widened his eyes and became dumbfounded.
Such a result was far beyond his expectations.
Under the shocked gaze of everyone, the Killing God slowly put away his fists and his face turned pale.
He raised his head and stared at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with disbelief, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why is your power so terrifying?"
After a punch just now, his body's qi and blood churned, and he felt severe internal injuries.
You should know that the God of Killing is the eighth-ranked killer on the killing list. He practices killing skills and his combat power is very fierce and domineering.
And he was now defeated by a young boy, and this sense of frustration made him unbearable.
"Kill God, you are too weak. Even if you practice for decades, you may not be able to beat me! You even asked me who I am!" Ye Fan shook his head and mocked.
"you......"
Hearing Ye Fan's humiliation, the God of Killing was furious, his muscles swelled up all over his body, and blue veins appeared, like a wild beast, full of anger.
"court death!"
The God of Killing was completely angry. He waved his hands together and slapped Ye Fan frantically with the sound of the whistling wind.
Each palm carries a terrifying momentum and tremendous power, like steel blades attacking, making people frightened.
"Jingzhu is just a trick! You dare to show off your skills in front of me!"
Facing these palm strengths, Ye Fan was not afraid at all and directly fought.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang--"
In a blink of an eye, Ye Fan fought with the God of Killing for dozens of moves.
They were as quick as the wind, and afterimages appeared on the scene, unable to capture the specific location.
I can only vaguely see two figures constantly shuttle, leaping, dodging, colliding, and explosive power constantly venting.
Although the two of them seemed to be evenly matched, Ye Fan did not even have 30% of his strength, and every time the God of Killing came out, Ye Fan could easily resolve it and even take the initiative.
And every time he put out his palm, Ye Fan could severely injure the God of Killing, either forcing him back, or causing him to spit out blood.
In the brief battle, the God of Killing gradually fell at a disadvantage and he was already defeated.
"impossible!"
"How is this possible?"
"This is not true! This is absolutely impossible!"
......
However, such an ending angered the God of Killing even more and made him crazy.
Then, he kept roaring, exerting his lifelong skills and fighting desperately, but it was never helpful.
"Damn it!" The God of Kill gritted his teeth and the veins on his forehead leaped around.
Ye Fan, on the other hand, had a calm and gentle breeze, with a disdainful smile on his face: "Although your strength is high in the killer world, I want to kill you, as easy as pinching an ant to death!"
"I don't believe it!"
At this time, the God of Killing shouted angrily, and then suddenly punched Ye Fan.
"Bang--"
A low voice sounded, and the God of Kill was bounced away by the power bursting out from Ye Fan's fist.
"Dingdeng!"
The God of Killing staggered a few steps to stabilize his body, then looked at Ye Fan in shock, knowing that he had tried his best to attack just now.