Chapter 3239: Report and Ten Thousand Flowers Bloom Together
Chapter 3239: Retribution and thousands of flowers bloom together
"Bad boy!"
Qi Hou and the others never thought that Ye Fan would take action before they could finish their words.
They roared angrily: "Do it!"
"Bang--"
But before they could raise their swords and strike down, Ye Fan came over carrying a black coffin.
Swallowing mountains and rivers with anger.
Still as fast as a shooting star.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise.
The Seventh Marquis of Divine Sword shook his hands and feet and fell more than ten meters.
One by one, the swords fell out of their hands, their sternums were broken, and their mouths and noses were bleeding freely.
"Shuzi!"
The Seventh Marquis of Divine Sword was so angry that he endured the pain and wanted to get up.
But before they could make a move, Ye Fan raised his right hand and the coffin fell on them with a bang.
Boom, there was another loud noise, and the coffin pushed the seven people back to the ground.
The seven people spurted out another mouthful of blood.
His face was ashen.
"Shuzi is rampant!"
Almost as soon as Ye Fan suppressed the Seventh Marquis of Divine Sword, three men in white robes suddenly shot out from the night sky.
Wearing armor and holding a spear, he looks like an Erlang God.
When they saw Qi Hou lying down like a tortoise, they flew down towards Ye Fan with great anger.
The spears roared loudly.
Several women's coquettish calls rang out in the night sky: "Three kings of spears?"
"Whoosh——"
Ye Fan didn't have any trouble at all. He picked up the coffin with one hand and stamped it with his left foot.
The whole person rushed forward without retreating.
In the cold light of the spear that filled the sky, Ye Fan bumped the coffin forward.
Just hearing a bang, the overwhelming gun shadows instantly disintegrated, and the three kings who flew down also paused their offensive slightly.
Ye Fan didn't stop. He turned his hands and swept and bumped the coffin again.
As powerful as a cannonball.
The expressions of the three men in white robes changed dramatically, and they waved their spears to resist, and used the force to retreat.
However, they fired thirteen shots in one go and blocked it thirteen times, but they still could not stop the coffin in Ye Fan's hand.
The coffin not only suffocated them like a mountain, but also crashed against their bodies like a spiritual snake.
They could only roar and retreat again and again.
When the three men in white robes hit the wall with their backs, the coffin suddenly pushed against their chests.
His hands were tied and his heart was pressed.
Suffocated and desperate.
"boom!"
When the three kings roared to push away the coffin, Ye Fan patted it lightly with both hands.
It weighed more than ten thousand kilograms and poured out!
There was a clicking sound.
Blood spurted out from the three kings' mouths and noses instantly.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan pressed his body again.
The clicking sound sounded uncontrollably again.
The shoulder blades, arms, and sternum of the three kings were broken successively.
The arrogant face turned into ashes in an instant.
The three kings looked at Ye Fan with great sadness and indignation, and were indescribably shocked.
They never expected that Ye Fan was so powerful, so powerful that they could not fight together, so powerful that they were defeated in one move.
Isabel and the surrounding prisoners were also stunned.
The power of the two ballast stones of the Seven Lords of Excalibur, the Three Kings of Spear, and the Tulip Club is equivalent to several divisions.
But facing Ye Fan's attacks, the Seven Lords and Three Kings were as vulnerable as a three-year-old child.
If they had not known that they were in the Tulip Club, Jin Yezhen and the others would have suspected whether these people were fakes?
While thinking, Ye Fan patted the coffin lid again.
The coffin lid flew out with a whoosh, knocking over all the seven princes who had just stood up.
As soon as Ye Fan threw the coffin in his hand, the three kings collapsed on the ground, breathing rapidly and struggling but unable to do so.
They could only look at Ye Fan with bitter eyes.
Ye Fan didn't care about the enemy's resentment. He glanced at the ten people and said calmly:
"Seventh Marquis and Three Kings, if you attack me, I thought you would be tougher."
"I didn't expect that you are just ants a little bigger than Hunks."
"Give Tulip Club one last chance!"
"Send Benara out to me, or I will bloodbath the entire club."
Ye Fan turned around, pointed at the night sky and shouted: "Let me go!"
The tall figure and domineering words not only made the guards suffocate, but also made the watching Princess Tana and others short of breath.
If calling Ye Fan to rescue him just now was just a joke, now he really smells a chance to escape.
Their eyes looking at Ye Fan were brighter and serious than ever before.
"asshole--"
The three kings and seven princes were so angry that they wanted to struggle and blow Ye Fan's head off.
Just by exerting force, my whole body was in severe pain, and blood kept coming from my mouth and nose.
The injury was so severe that he could no longer fight.
"You bastard, you can never get in or out of the Tulip Club."
After the words fell, another female voice came from the night sky:
"You are not allowed to act wild here..."
The voice has one intonation and one line, but it comes from left to right, like an echo.
Then two charming women flashed in the air on both sides, one wearing purple clothes and the other wearing red clothes.
One on the left and one on the right, they look similar, dress up similarly, and have similar cold and proud temperaments.
In their arms, they all held a pipa of the same color as their clothes.
Before Jin Yizhen and others could say anything, Ye Fan said with great interest: "Two Phoenixes?"
"Yes, we are the Purple Phoenix and the Red Phoenix."
The two women landed almost at the same time, stared at Ye Fan and took another step forward.
A violent and cold breath burst out from them.
The ground beneath their feet also cracked with countless marks due to the power they released.
"It would be an honor for you to die in our hands!"
Zifeng Honghuang looked at Ye Fan without emotion and said calmly: "Young man, let's get on the road..."
"Whoosh——"
Before they could play the pipa in their hands, Ye Fan suddenly stamped his foot.
He rolled up the black coffin and pressed towards the purple phoenix and red phoenix with a powerful momentum like a rainbow.
"boom!"
The air flow roared.
The three kings and seven princes roared almost simultaneously: "Be careful!"
The purple phoenix and red phoenix's pupils suddenly shrank.
At this moment, their eyes were filled with fear!
This collision not only made them feel suffocated, but also made them feel fatal danger.
"Bang!"
The purple phoenix and red phoenix's pretty face changed, and she stepped on the ground with both feet, and her whole body's aura instantly reached its peak.
They shot up like phoenixes.
At the same time, the pipa in their hands turned and hit the black coffin hard.
The front end of the Pipa also shoots sharp steel wires and poisonous needles in advance.
Attack with all your strength.
"boom--"
There was a loud noise, and all the steel wires and poisonous needles were blown away by the black coffin.
The two lutes also shattered with a click.
Immediately afterwards, the momentum of the black coffin continued unabated, and it crashed into the purple phoenix and red phoenix.
Zifeng Honghuang's face changed drastically, and she retreated at full speed, trying to avoid Ye Fan's attack.
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense and turned his hands violently.
The coffin immediately accelerated and rolled out.
With a bang, the purple phoenix and red phoenix had just retreated halfway when the coffin rolled into their chest, and then their chin was hit by the coffin.
After two puffs, the purple phoenix and red phoenix groaned, and they all fell out with blood spurting from their mouths.
When they fell to the ground, the coffin rolling in mid-air fell again with a roar.
A coffin weighing several hundred kilograms was thrown at Zifeng Honghuang.
"If I become the Chou Emperor in his lifetime, my retribution will be that thousands of flowers will bloom in one place."
Just when Zi Feng Hong Huang's eyes were filled with despair, a vast and indifferent voice sounded.
A tall, ugly-looking man wearing a beadless crown stood in front of the two women.
He stamped his left foot violently.
"boom!"
A dazzling, bright, and frightening light exploded.
The next second, the ground trembled and flowers bloomed.
The thick black coffin shattered into ashes in mid-air.
