"Last words? Hahaha!" A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, obviously not taking Luo Yongsheng's words seriously.
And his arrogance and rudeness suddenly aroused Luo Yongsheng's dissatisfaction.
"You brat, what are you laughing at? Do you think I'm joking?"
Luo Yongsheng asked coldly with a black face.
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said coldly: "You are the ones who really want to say your last words!"
"hateful!"
Luo Yongsheng frowned, feeling quite dissatisfied.
At this time, Luo Yongsheng asked the God of Death: "Mr. God of Killing, this kid is so arrogant just because he has some skills. He is simply lawless."
"So, take action immediately and kill this kid!"
At this time, the God of Death nodded, indicating that the other party did not need to worry.
Although the God of Death felt that Ye Fan's figure seemed familiar, he couldn't remember anything for a while.
However, he can't care about so much anymore!
I saw him clasping his hands behind his back, and then said with a superior attitude: "Young man, I have passed the age of killing. I will leave room for everything. I will not kill them all. God has the virtue of a good life. If you are willing to do it yourself
Use your martial arts skills and apologize to Luo Yongsheng, and I will spare your life!"
"Hahaha! Apologize? Does he deserve it?" Ye Fan smiled coldly and said disdainfully.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the God of Death's face turned livid. He originally thought that Ye Fan would seize the chance to save his life, but he never expected that Ye Fan would be so arrogant and not take himself seriously at all.
His tone was extremely cold, and a strong murderous aura filled the air: "Okay! Very good! Being young and frivolous is indeed a quality worthy of praise, but it also requires sufficient capital! Since you are not willing to bow your head and admit defeat, then
Don’t blame me for being rude!”
At this time, Ye Fan spread his hands and said with a relaxed look: "No! Don't be polite to me!"
The God of Death was enraged. He snorted angrily and then shouted: "What a shame!"
After finishing speaking, he rushed towards Ye Fan.
The God of Killing was extremely fast, and rushed to Ye Fan in the blink of an eye. Then his right palm turned into a claw and directly attacked Ye Fan's throat.
"go to hell!"
On his right palm, a dazzling light flashed.
This is a palm technique he has developed, called "Sha Sha Palm".
At this moment, he was speaking out with anger, and the power was even more astonishing. It made the air seem to condense, making bursts of harsh tearing sounds, as sharp and compelling as a knife blade.
"Haha, the God of Death finally took action! This kid is dead!" Seeing the God of Death taking action himself, Luo Yongsheng shouted excitedly.
In his opinion, this time, Ye Fan will die without a burial place.
The other bodyguards are also looking forward to it, because they have already heard about the strength of the God of Death and know how terrifying this person is!
"God of Death, kill this kid! Kill him hard!" Luo Yongsheng roared excitedly.
He couldn't wait to see the tragic scene of Ye Fan's bloody steps.
But the next second...
Boom!
The killing god's fist collided violently with Ye Fan's shoulder, causing a shocking loud noise.
Immediately afterwards, a huge shock wave instantly spread out from the intersection of the two fists and swept the entire place!
"Bang bang bang——"
The bodyguards who were watching from the side stepped back ten meters and fell to the ground.
In fact, two or three bodyguards were blown to the ground in a state of disarray.
"Pfft!"
Then, a mouthful of bright red blood spat out from the mouth of the killing god.