But Ye Fan just punched him casually and blocked his attack!
Such a terrifying defense is simply incredible!
"You...who are you? Why do you have such terrifying power?" The shocking voice of the God of Kill came.
"You are not qualified to know my name yet!" Ye Fan snorted coldly, then took a step forward, and instantly came to the God of Killing, raised his fist and punched the God of Killing's chest.
"Click--"
Accompanied by the sound of bone shattering, the Killing God's chest cavity sunks into his mouth and nose, and a trace of blood spilled out of his mouth and nose.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan punched several times one after another, bombarding his abdomen.
"Ahemhem—"
The severe pain came, and the God of Killing coughed violently, but all the coughing came out was blood.
He was completely limp on the ground and obviously suffered severe internal injuries.
"Mr. Killing God!"
Everyone around was shocked.
This scene had a great impact on them.
In their minds, the God of Killing is like a god.
But today, they saw that the God of Killing was defeated by a boy much younger than him.
This scene was like a bolt from the blue, deeply imprinted into their minds and could not be dissipated for a long time.
"Mr. Killing God, are you okay?" Luo Yongsheng, who was standing beside him, hurried over and asked with support to Killing God.
"roll!"
The God of Killing cursed angrily.
He could not beat Ye Fan, so he could only exhale Luo Yongsheng.
Luo Yongsheng was so scared that he quickly stepped aside, his face looking very ugly.
Ye Fan's strength was beyond his imagination.
At this moment, the God of Killing took a deep breath, looked at Ye Fan with complicated eyes, and slowly said, "I admit that I really underestimated you. I didn't expect that your martial arts strength was so much stronger than mine, it was simply amazing.
incredible!"
"Since that's the case, I will use my real power to send you to see the King of Hell!"
"Send me to see the King of Hell? Haha! I'm most afraid that you don't have the strength!" Ye Fan lit a cigarette again and sucked it slowly, as if he didn't take the God of Killing seriously at all.
Hearing Ye Fan's arrogant words, Killing God was so angry that he clenched his fists, his nails pinched into his flesh without any notice.
You know, he is a famous killer god! There are countless masters who have died at his hands!
But today, he was actually despised by Ye Fan so much, how could he not be angry!
"Boy, I know you are amazing, but don't forget that I still have a trump card. If I use that, it will be easy enough to kill you!" The God of Killing's eyes narrowed into a gap, and a vicious light flashed in the corners of his eyes.
"Hmm? Do you actually have a trump card? Haha! What trump card?!" Hearing this, Ye Fan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sarcastic sneer.
At this time, the God of Kill suddenly took out a few silver needles from his body, and the silver needles were all black and covered with a cold and cold light on the surface.
At this time, Ye Fan asked with a playful look on his face: "Oh? Do you have acupuncture as well?"
The God of Killing snorted coldly, and did not respond directly to Ye Fan's words, but said with confidence: "Boy, don't be too proud. These silver needles on my hand are the most toxic in the world.
The violent toxins... A hundred poisons are broken! Once you pierce into your body, no matter how strong you are, you will definitely die on the spot. Even if the gods come, they will not be able to save you!"
"hiss--"
Hearing this, the people around him took a breath and sighed at the viciousness of the God of Killing.
Once this silver needle is pierced into the body, the poisonous gas will spread and the internal organs will rot rapidly. Even warriors will not be spared and will undoubtedly die.
"Hahaha, the God of Killing is indeed worthy of being the God of Killing. He can actually create such a terrifying poison!"
"Hehe, this guy must be finished this time!"
"It's a fool to just a young boy who wants to fight with our boss too!" This chapter has been completed!