"Ah——" Murong Feixiong, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, retreated violently, but Ye Fan was faster than him. He pressed towards Murong Feixiong at an alarming speed.
The charging posture is like an unsheathed sword, sharp and sharp.
The entire audience's eyes widened, and Gong Suqin subconsciously exclaimed: "Master, be careful."
"Whoosh!"
When Murong Feixiong saw Ye Fan approaching again, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He moved his steps and took six steps back. Then he touched his back and a short gun appeared in his palm.
"Click..." Before he could pull the trigger, Ye Fan grabbed his wrist and twisted it mercilessly.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, Murong Feixiong's left hand was broken by Ye Fan, and the short gun fell to the ground with a clang.
"Ah——" Murong Feixiong hesitated for a second, then let out a painful groan, shook his head wildly, and his facial features were distorted, like a madman going crazy.
It is unbearable both mentally and physically for a good hand to be twisted into a twist like this.
"Ah——" This hysterical situation scared many men and women to step back.
Many of the pretty faces of the female guests were very ugly and aggrieved. They wanted to see how Ye Fan was tortured, but in the end he severely injured Murong Feixiong.
The shock and inability to accept it made them feel very uncomfortable, and also made them hate Ye Fan to the extreme.
"Take another punch from me."
Ye Fan's eyes were emotionless and he punched the air! Murong Feixiong looked desperate: "No -" "Stop -" The hook-nosed old man and the others' faces changed drastically, and they all shouted at Ye Fan to stop.
But before they could rush to stop him, Ye Fan had already punched Murong Feixiong.
But Murong Feixiong didn't care. At the critical moment of life and death, he moved half of his body to avoid the fatal heart.
"Crack!"
Broken shoulder blade.
Murong Feixiong screamed and fell out, smashing a coffee table heavily.
The ground is in mess.
Murong Feixiong spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and when he rolled out of the cup and plate, Ye Fan was already standing in front of him, stepping on Murong Feixiong's neck: "How is it?
You asked me to kill you, and I really did come..." "Now, are you ready to die?"
He looked at this damn man with indifference.
"stop!"
"stop!"
At this time, the few remaining Law Enforcement Hall disciples rushed over with weapons in hand.
The hook-nosed old man and the others also struggled to get up.
Gong Suqin subconsciously looked at the door, only to find that all the law enforcement disciples outside were killed by Dugu Shang.
Moreover, there were many men in white clothes outside, each holding a speargun in his hand.
It was as if someone from across the river had arrived.
Seeing Murong Feixiong lying on the ground like a dead dog, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, many of the female guests had complicated and angry expressions.
"You have no right to hurt Master Murong..." "How can you hurt Master Murong? He is Mr. Murong's nephew..." When several women who were friends with Murong Feixiong were filled with indignation, the old man with a hooked nose also shouted: "
Ye Fan, do you know what you are doing?"
"You are ready for crime. If you dare to hurt Master Murong, you will be punished even more severely."
"Elder Murong will never let you go."
"Elder Murong will come back from Longdu tomorrow. I'll see how you explain it to him then."
Although Ye Fan was more skilled than they thought, they felt that Ye Fan, who had lost to Miyamoto, was no match for Elder Murong.
Moreover, harming Murong Feixiong is equivalent to going against the Law Enforcement Hall, and Ye Fan will become a public enemy of the entire martial arts alliance.
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "It seems that if I don't kill him, old man Murong will let me go."
He was a little regretful that Murong Sanqian was not in Nanling, otherwise he would have killed them all.
Ye Fan will never let go of anyone who attacks the people around him.
Murong Feixiong held back the pain and laughed with difficulty: "Ye Fan, you can break a jar if you die, but you don't want to think about your family, Xue Ruyi and the others?"
"You can avenge them now, but what happens after you die in the final battle tomorrow?"
"Who else can protect them?"
"The more you offend me, the more painful they will be in the future."
Murong Feixiong reminded Ye Fan: "There are some consequences that you cannot bear."
Gong Suqin also shouted: "Ye Fan, don't insist on having your own way, otherwise you will regret it."
The hook-nosed old man also took out his mobile phone, opened the video immediately, and put it on the projector in the lobby.
Murong Sanqian's face was clearly shown on it. He obviously knew what was going on and was looking at Ye Fan angrily: "Ye Fan, I am Murong Sanqian."
"Let me tell you, you have already set a trap for Wumeng, making Wumeng become a joke in martial arts. Now, while I am not in Nanling, you are plotting against my nephew."
"I order you to let go of Murong Feixiong immediately, otherwise I will kill you three times and six times when I go back."
"Even if you die, I will crush you to ashes, do you hear me?"
Murong Sanqian blew his beard and glared, relying on his old age and saying: "Releasing him immediately, immediately."
"Elder Murong, it's easy to let him go, but you answer me a question first..." Ye Fan smiled and said playfully: "Article 72 of the Martial Alliance, the children bully men and dominate women, and take advantage of innocent women. How should we deal with it?
"
"I don't care about the seventy-two or ninety-two items now. The overlord is ready to bow."
Murong Sanqian pretended to be deaf and dumb: "I only know now that you killed your fellow disciples and kidnapped Captain Murong, which is a heinous crime."
"Elder Murong, I am suing Murong Feixiong and threatening me with my father's life."
Wang Shiyuan, who was on the sofa, suddenly struggled up and shouted: "If I don't agree, he will slowly torture my father and cut off his fingers one by one."
"I still have recordings..." She took out her mobile phone and played two secretly recorded videos, showing the scenes of Gong Suqin and Murong Feixiong threatening her.
The expressions of Murong Feixiong and others changed slightly.
"This video cannot be clearly seen. It may have been edited. It may even be that you teamed up with Ye Fan to deliberately set up a trap for Murong [Jiujiu Novel] Feixiong."
Murong Sanqian didn't listen to Wang Shiyuan's accusation at all: "Ye Fan, don't waste your time, let me go, or I will get angry."
Ye Fan looked at Murong Sanqian and repeated: "Article 72 of the Martial Alliance, how should I deal with a disciple who takes advantage of an innocent female overlord?"
"The light one will be killed with three swords and six holes, and the serious one will be killed without mercy!"
At the door, a woman's voice suddenly sounded.
Xue Ruyi, Huang Tianjiao and Wang Dongshan appeared in wheelchairs.
"I declare that Murong Feixiong violated Article 72 of the Martial Alliance. The consequences will be serious and the impact will be bad. According to family law..." Ye Fan's voice sank: "Kill."
Murong Sanqian was furious: "How dare you!"
"Crack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan tiptoed and his throat bone broke.
"You——" Murong Feixiong straightened up.
His eyes were bulging, blood was coming from his mouth and nose, and his face showed indescribable unwillingness, anger, and shock.
He never thought that Ye Fan would really dare to kill him.
The last bit of life left him with some sanity left. Feeling the death of his life, he began to cry. At the moment before his death, he felt a trace of regret in his heart.
He really shouldn't have provoked Mark.
Seeing the death of Murong Feixiong, Gong Suqin shouted hysterically: "No--" Several female companions bit their lips and barely suppressed the scream that reached their throats.
The whole place was no longer dead silent, but cold from head to toe. No one thought that Murong Feixiong was dead, let alone that Ye Fan would dare to kill him in public.
Murong Sanqian also fell to the ground in anger.
"Shu Zi——" The hook-nosed old man was filled with grief and anger, and subconsciously wanted to rush forward to attack, but midway through his words, a black sword pierced his heart.
Dugu Shang took action without saying a word and stabbed the old man in black to death.
Shen Dongxing also asked people to take down all the men and women present.
Ye Fan kicked Murong Feixiong's body away: "Next, Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru!"
