Miyamoto rushed to Ye Fan quickly and swung his left fist out.
"call!"
A fierce wind whistled out, which surprised people with shocking fist wind.
Ling Qianshui's eyes flashed with heat: "Kill, kill this bastard."
Ye Fan gritted his teeth and flashed back, avoiding the punch.
Bai Mang, who had not yet appeared, had Ye Fan had to defend against Saburo Miyamoto.
With this retreat, Miyamoto's momentum suddenly surged, and he bullied himself forward like a cannonball.
"Swoosh!"
Hurry! This is what Ling Qianshui and others think.
In the blink of an eye, Miyamoto Saburo's body was like a ghost, and he quickly and domineeringly approached Ye Fan.
"Bang bang bang!"
After Miyamoto Saburo stuck to Ye Fan, he made a mistake in his hands and blasted it out one after another, and he punched it out like a storm.
The fist blasted the resistance of the air and made a "whisper" sound.
Dozens of fist shadows are continuous.
Retreat! In Tang Qiqi's worries, Ye Fan retreated again and again.
One step, two steps, three steps Ye Fan was like a fallen leaf, swaying with Miyamoto's fist. Every time he seemed to have no way to hide, but he could always avoid it.
Miyamoto Saburo fisted out repeatedly, but at most he could only wipe Ye Fan's clothes, and could not hurt a single hair.
Although Ye Fan was exhausted, he could still deal with a series of attacks when he used the Wind Willow Step.
Miyamoto Saburo punched another heavy punch.
Thunderous.
"Brother-in-law, be careful!"
"Ye Fan is careful!"
When Tang Qiqi subconsciously screamed, Li Dayong also spat out a mouthful of blood and woke up.
He shouted hard, and wanted to step forward, but he fell to the ground with a plop.
"Uncle Yong, I'm fine."
Seeing Li Dayong wake up, Ye Fan responded happily and moved his steps to avoid it.
Miyamoto Saburo hit a goldfish tank with his fist.
"Bang!"
The goldfish tank was split into pieces and the fish fell to the ground.
"Baga!"
Miyamoto Saburo's face darkened, changed his fist to his legs, and swept it out to Ye Fan with one kick.
Ye Fan did not dodge this time, and kicked his right foot forward, and quickly hit Saburo Miyamoto's calf.
"flutter!"
With a crisp sound, Miyamoto Saburo's calf hurts, his strength is mostly dissipated, and his center of gravity becomes unstable.
Ye Fan bullied himself in front of him and punched him in the chin.
Miyamoto Saburo subconsciously blocked the block and rushed towards his left hand.
The fist and palm hit in the air, and a muffled sound exploded.
A force instantly poured into the palm of his palm, and his entire arm and body shook, and Miyamoto Saburo took two steps back.
Ye Fan also took five or six steps back.
The physical strength difference is too far.
Li Dayong breathed rapidly: "Ye Fan, run, run quickly." Ye Fan's counterattack first stunned Ling Qianshui. She didn't expect Ye Fan to have enough strength, and then shouted loudly: "Mr. Miyamoto, he is ruined."
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"Want to run?"
Too naive!”
Miyamoto Saburo shouted coldly, bowed his body and bounced his legs to the ground.
He rushed towards Ye Fan in his sight again.
A hand knife hit Ye Fan's head.
Amazing momentum.
Tang Qiqi's heart trembled: "Brother-in-law, be careful."
Li Dayong struggled to step forward: "Ye Fan" Ling Qianshui and others had their eyes hot and there was a different kind of madness in their eyes.
"flutter!"
Ye Fan avoided Saburo Miyamoto's sword and then reached out to support the other party's elbow.
At this moment, Ling Qianshui raised his eyes and grabbed Tang Qiqi and knocked him on the railing again.
The defenseless Tang Qiqi screamed: "Ah." As soon as the scream was said, Tang Qiqi forced herself to stop the pain. She knew Ling Qianshui's sinister intentions.
But although she held back her grief, it still affected Ye Fan, and his body shook for a moment.
Miyamoto Saburo, who was pressing down on Ye Fan's palm, clearly felt that Ye Fan's power was dissipated.
"call!"
At this moment, Miyamoto Saburo flipped his hands and grabbed Ye Fan's wrist and his hips suddenly rotated.
A fierce force was transmitted from the crotch to the arms.
Miyamoto Saburo simply and neatly threw Ye Fan towards the Li family's wine cabinet.
The speed is so fast that Ye Fan cannot dodge at all.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound of impact, dozens of wine bottles were hit by Ye Fan and rolled down with a slam.
Ye Fan also fell heavily to the ground, gritting his teeth and turning over.
Miyamoto Saburo didn't stop and twisted his neck to move forward.
"Ye Fan, go quickly!"
Li Dayong roared and rushed up to hug Miyamoto Saburo's calves: "Go away!"
"Bang" Just as Miyamoto Saburo threw Li Dayong out and kicked him directly.
Li Dayong groaned, hit the sofa and rolled out, bleeding from his mouth and nose.
Ye Fan's fist tightened: "Uncle Yong!"
Li Dayong got up and said with difficulty: "I'm fine, I'm fine, Ye Fan, run away quickly."
Ye Fan shook his head without hesitation: "I can't leave."
He is now struggling to fight Saburo Miyamoto, but he still has a chance to escape, but in this way, Li Dayong's family will die.
Li Dayong beat the ground in pain: "Ye Fan, why are you so stupid? He will kill you."
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath: "Do your best and leave your destiny, but no matter what, I will not abandon you."
"Don't worry, I'll let you go together!"
Miyamoto Saburo sneered and kicked the spot, his body approaching like a monkey.
He swept Ye Fan's head.
Ye Fan bent down and turned his head. Miyamoto's toes brushed through his ears, leaving a bright red mark.
"Bang!"
Seeing Ye Fan's blood bleed on his face, Ling Qianshui laughed again, grabbed Tang Qiqi's hair and slapped him again.
Crispy and loud.
"Ye Fan, your sister-in-law has been bullied by me again."
She was very arrogant: "What can you do?"
Tang Qiqi held back her shouting, but there were tears in her eyes, not because of the pain, but because of the pain.
Ye Fan's movements stopped slightly, and Miyamoto Saburo took the opportunity to punch again.
Thunderous.
The punch was very fast, fierce, and strong. Ye Fan could not dodge and could only cross his hands to block it.
"Bang!"
Another loud noise, Ye Fan groaned and smashed his body on a coffee table.
The coffee table shattered with a clang, and Ye Fan was covered in glass fragments, covered in scars.
A trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.
Tang Qiqi shouted: "Brother-in-law!"
There were tears in her eyes, and she never expected that she would become Ye Fan's weakness.
She was both happy and angry. It was because her brother-in-law cared about her, and it was because of her incompetence.
Li Dayong struggled and half-kneeled on the ground: "Ye Fan, go." Ye Fan licked his lips: "Uncle Yong, Qiqi, I'm fine."
"It's almost dead, it's okay?"
Miyamoto Saburo said coldly: "You are good at your skills and should have reached the Xuan Realm and peak state. Maybe I can't do anything to you."
"It's a pity that the energy and spirit are wasted on several useless people."
He slowly walked towards Ye Fan: "This is destined to die tonight."
Li Dayong glanced at Ye Fan after hearing this, with an indescribable struggle and a hint of pain.