"Damn it! How strong is this kid's body? He actually resisted my punch!"
This thought came to the mind of the God of Death, and his expression kept changing.
He originally thought that he could easily deal with Ye Fan, but who would have thought that the other party actually had a perverted level of defense capabilities!
While the God of Death fell into silence and thinking, Ye Fan slowly walked up to the God of Death and said indifferently: "Kowtow to me three times now, and I will consider sparing your life!"
"Wha...what!"
When the God of Death heard this, his face turned red, and he was so angry that he almost fainted!
How can the mighty God of Killers surrender!
However, before the God of Death could continue to rage, Ye Fan said indifferently again: "I have given you the opportunity. Whether you can seize it or not, it depends on you! Don't kneel down and follow me when you know you regret it by then.
I kowtow and admit my mistake!”
This sentence seemed to have stabbed the God of Death in the painful heel, making him furious, because a killer of his level cannot be killed without humiliation!
The next moment, the God of Death suddenly raised his head, his scarlet pupils were as ferocious as wild beasts, and his whole body exuded a cold and forbidding aura:
"Haha, brat! You are too arrogant! A dog jumps over a wall in a hurry, and a rabbit bites in a hurry, let alone a human being? If you push me to a point of panic, I will fight you to the end even if I risk my life!"
The voice of the God of Death is extremely cold, containing boundless murderous intent!
"Fight to the end?"
"Haha! You are not qualified to fight with me!"
The corners of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, showing a sarcastic sneer, then he took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.
"call!"
As the white smoke slowly rose, Ye Fan's whole person seemed to be enigmatic, and even his temperament had undergone earth-shaking transformation.
And such a change made the hearts of everyone present almost jump to their throats!
This is the first and only time that Ye Fan has shown his strength!
At this moment, Luo Yongsheng's forehead was already covered with fine sweat, his eyes were fixed on Mark, and his heart was full of fear!
Although he didn't know Ye Fan's true strength, he could feel that the other party was scary, very scary!
Even more terrifying than the God of Death!
The God of Death frowned, his eyes locked on Ye Fan, his eyes full of solemnity!
He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression from Ye Fan, as if he had the illusion of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai, which made him breathless and even breathing was a little difficult.
"This guy... is so strong!"
The God of Death's heart suddenly trembled, and there was a touch of surprise and horror in his eyes!
But at this moment, Ye Fan moved!
"Whoa!"
A dazzling sword suddenly appeared, attacking with boundless power and slashing straight towards the neck of the God of Death!
As fast as lightning!
This scene scared the God of Death so much that he quickly moved his body sideways to avoid this fatal knife!
However, it's not over yet!
Ye Fan's left hand turned into a claw, like a poisonous snake preying on prey, heading straight for the throat of the God of Death!
This is a move to end the battle!
The God of Death couldn't dodge at all, and watched helplessly as his throat was grabbed tightly by the opponent!
"Cough cough... let go... let go! Cough cough... bastard... cough cough..."
The God of Death coughed a few times with difficulty, his eyes full of anger!
However, Ye Fan snorted coldly and made a fist with his other hand to hit the killing god's abdomen!