Their eyes of Ye Fan were full of contempt and disdain.
In their opinion, Ye Fan is sure to lose!
"Hundreds of poisons have broken the heart?"
Hearing the words of the God of Killing, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows: "This kind of garbage is worthy of being called Bai Du Xin? Are you insulting it?"
"What? A hundred poisons are also called trash?!" Everyone present was stunned when they heard Ye Fan's words.
Then, everyone burst into laughter and laughed unscrupulously: "Hahaha, this kid is such an idiot. Mr. Killing God has used his trump card. This kid actually said that this thing is trash!"
"Oh, I really admire this kid. Where did he get his confidence?"
"Mr. Killing God is already so miserable. He still dares to speak loudly in front of Mr. Killing God. Is he tired of living?"
Everyone was full of contempt for Ye Fan.
The God of Killing also frowned: "You junior is such a big tone!"
"Haha, do you want to have a big tone? Just try it?" Ye Fan refused to comment.
"Are you sure?" The God of Killing's eyes narrowed, and the murderous aura emitted from his body seemed to have caused the air around him to drop several degrees.
"call!"
"Of course it's certain! If you don't believe it, you can try it!"
Ye Fan spit out a mouthful of smoke. Under the smoke, his expression became extremely playful, as if no one could see what he was thinking clearly.
"Okay! Very good!" Killing God laughed anxiously: "Then you taste my hundred poisons and heartbreaking!"
After the words came to his mind, he suddenly took action.
"Boy! Come on your life!"
The God of Killing held the silver needle in his hand, grinned, and then walked towards Ye Fan.
At this time, the faces of the people around him changed.
The black needle in the God of Killing's hand is highly poisonous and will die if it is contaminated.
Once you are stabbed by a black needle, you will basically die!
Therefore, when the God of Killing was about to take action, everyone around him held their breath and did not want to miss any details.
Ye Fan still looked calm and gentle, as if he was not worried that the God of Killing would attack him at all, nor did he take the silver needle in his hand seriously.
"Swish--"
The God of Killing suddenly stomped on the ground with his right foot, and his whole person suddenly shot out, catching his way in front of Ye Fan like a ghost, with a very fast speed.
The next second, he held a silver needle in his hand and stabbed Ye Fan's shoulder.
At this moment, the God of Killing's face was covered with ferocious expressions, and his eyes were filled with excitement.
In his eyes, Ye Fan was already a dead person.
He seemed to have seen Ye Fan kneeling in front of him, begging for mercy and wailing.
Bad boy!
You will definitely die today!
However, just at the moment when he was about to succeed.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up!
Ye Fan raised his leg and kicked the God of Killing suddenly in the chest.
"Bang--"
After one kick, the God of Kill flew out and fell three or four meters away, and could no longer get up.
His throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was as pale as paper.
The scene was silent.
The originally noisy atmosphere stagnated instantly, everyone was stunned and stared at Ye Fan with horror, shocked. This chapter has been completed!