Wang Fan kills all the way, and there is countless blood. Mobile version
All the elite members in front of him had fallen down, their limbs broken and their arms broken, and they were wailing incessantly.
The way they looked at Wang Fan was like looking at a devil.
This man is really terrible and cruel.
Most people will have mood swings even if they kill a chicken. But Wang Fan killed so many people without even moving his eyelids, just as casually as eating and drinking. How could it not be scary?
The ground has been dyed red with blood, the smell of blood in the air is tangy, and the atmosphere is indescribably solemn.
When Ou Yan Changhong and Ye Qiuji arrived at the scene, only Wang Fan was left standing in the entire venue.
Ou Yan Changhong's eyelids couldn't help but twitch violently, and he looked at Wang Fan, "Are you Wang Fan?"
His tone was questioning, doubtful, and fearful.
Although the words Wang Fan had been deeply ingrained in his mind, this was the first time he really saw Wang Fan.
Looking at Wang Fan, Ou Yan Changhong's heart was filled with turmoil.
He didn't expect that Wang Fan would still be like a normal person even if he didn't die in Shiwanda Mountain.
How can this be?
Ye Qiuji also looked at Wang Fan with a shocked expression, with envy, jealousy, and hatred in his eyes.
He envied Wang Fan's strength, envied Wang Fan's youth, and hated Wang Fan for not taking him seriously, Ye Qiuji. After all, if Wang Fan valued him, how could he call him "Ye Qiuji"?
"Yes, I am Wang Fan." Wang Fan nodded and looked at Ou Yan Changhong, "Are you Ou Yan Changhong? You are very brave, and you dare to touch my brother Wang Fan."
"When I destroyed the Ouyan family, you were lucky enough to escape. I didn't intend to cause trouble for you. But I didn't expect that you actually provoked me. This time, I'm afraid you won't be so lucky.
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Wang Fan said calmly, with that expression and tone, it seemed as if he was not facing an innate peak master at all, but an ant that could be trampled to death at any time.
Ou Yan Changhong was so angry when he heard Wang Fan's words.
Wang Fan simply didn't take Ou Yan Changhong seriously and showed contempt for him.
He did not deny Wang Fan's power, but Wang Fan's attitude of treating an ant was still unacceptable to him.
Wang Fan didn't wait for Ou Yan Changhong to speak, and looked at Ye Qiuji again, "Your name is Ye Qiuji? Are you from the Wrath Fist Sect?"
"That's right, I am Ye Qiuji, ranked eighth in the Wrath Fist Sect." Ye Qiuji replied coldly.
He stared at Wang Fan, his aura began to surge throughout his body, and he was ready to attack.
Looking at Wang Fan, he felt like his blood was boiling and he wanted to trample Wang Fan under his feet.
Even though Wang Fan had a great reputation for murder, even though Wang Fan destroyed the Ouyan family, even though Wang Fan killed Yan Feizheng, Ye Qiuji didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart.
How could Wang Fan, who seemed to be still young, be so powerful and do such crazy things?
Wang Fan must have used some despicable means, it must be like this!
Ye Qiuji comforted himself in his heart.
When Wang Fan heard Ye Qiuji's words, he smiled, but it was a sneer, "The Wrath Fist Sect ranks as the eighth genius, it sounds very awesome."
"I killed a man named Yan Feizheng a few days ago. I wonder if you recognize him. He said he was the fifth genius of Wrath Fist Sect. Is that true?"
Wang Fan's eyes were full of contempt, "If he is really the fifth genius of the Wrath Fist Sect, then your Wrath Fist Sect is really too watery, and you, Ye Qiuji, are not good enough in my eyes."
"The fifth genius was killed by me with a single blow, but you, the eighth genius, are nothing in my eyes?"
Wang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to Ye Qiuji's gloomy expression. He pointed at the two of them and said arrogantly, "You guys should stop talking nonsense and come together to avoid the trouble of killing them one by one."
Wang Fan's demeanor and tone were arrogant, and he was very arrogant.
After hearing these words, although Ou Yan Changhong was angry, he could still suppress his anger.
But Ye Qiuji couldn't bear it any longer, and his mind exploded completely.
As the proud son of the Wrath Fist Sect, he possesses peak innate strength at a young age. How proud is he?
Which Guwu family did he go to? Those Guwu families were not allowed to serve him with caution, but followed behind and fawned over him?
But now, Wang Fan has torn his pride to pieces and trampled his pride under his feet. How the hell can he bear this?
Ye Qiuji, who had always been accustomed to being aloof and favored by thousands of people, found it difficult to calm down.
His face instantly turned livid, and anger was rising.
He pointed at Wang Fan and blurted out, "You don't need to join forces to kill you, I, Ye Qiuji, can do it."
After saying that, he rushed toward Wang Fan crazily.
Unparalleled violent energy surged throughout the body, filled with murderous intent.
Ou Yan Changhong secretly scolded Ye Qiuji for being stupid, for actually using Wang Fan's aggressive method, but he wanted to remind him, but it was already too late.
Ye Qiuji had already rushed away desperately.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and laughed, "You are indeed the eighth genius of Wrath Fist Sect. I, Wang Fan, admire this courage! In this case, let me see if you have the ability to kill me."
While speaking, Wang Fan, who was well prepared, stamped his right foot on the ground, set off a roaring sonic explosion and rushed towards Ye Qiuji.
He was sneering in his heart, these so-called geniuses of the Wrath Fist Sect are really stupid, and they want to be the ones with a casual provocation.
How can such a thing be considered a genius? What a shame! If such a person were thrown into the war-torn land of Africa, no matter how powerful he was, he would probably not survive for more than half a month.
In a blink of an eye, Ye Qiuji was close to Wang Fan. His eyes were ferocious and his face was twisted. He clenched his five fingers and waved his fists, setting off a violent momentum and directly swept towards Wang Fan viciously.
"go to hell!"
The wind of the fist roared like a phoenix dancing with a dragon and a snake, causing a loud crackling sound in the air. In an instant, it intertwined into gusts of wind that were like real winds and headed towards Wang Fan.
Wang Fan's eyes showed surprise, as if he didn't expect that Ye Qiuji actually had some skills and used such a powerful boxing technique.
However, in his eyes, although Ye Qiuji's fists were terrifying, they seemed a bit gaudy and flashy.
If Ou Yan Changhong hadn't been watching from a distance, Wang Fan might have fought Ye Qiuji for dozens of rounds to get a good feel for his boxing skills.
But now, Wang Fan has no thoughts at all.
He had to blast Ye Qiuji in a short time, and then kill Ou Yan Changhong.
Otherwise, once the two join forces, it will definitely become troublesome. If one of them fails, he will be injured.
Wang Fan thought so in his heart, without even a moment of dodge, his muscles tightened crazily, and his inner energy instantly surrounded his right arm. Then he clenched his right fist, carrying the violent wind, and bravely faced it.
laugh!
Wang Fan's fist rolled up with killing force, passed through the gap, and instantly struck the tip of Ye Qiuji's fist hard.
Fist clash!
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and Ye Qiuji's expression instantly froze, and his expression froze.
He only felt a violent and unparalleled energy coming from him. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and began to retreat.
But when he retreated, he caught the sneer on the corner of Wang Fan's mouth.
Ye Qiuji's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
"The eighth genius of Wrath Fist Sect? That's it! You can go on your way." Following Wang Fan's faint voice, a white light suddenly flashed, and Ye Qiuji's head rose into the sky and fell to the ground.
Ou Yan Changhong, who was about to make a move, looked at this scene, and suddenly froze in the distance as if a immobilization spell had been cast, and his old face began to shake violently.
Scalp numbness.
Not far away, the lady looked at this scene and couldn't help but stumbled to the ground, her legs spread wide under her short skirt. Regardless of the beauty leaking, she covered her mouth tightly and tried to hold back.
While I wasn't screaming, I just felt like I couldn't breathe...