These three punches were powerful, fast and fierce.
Ye Fan was immediately in front of Miyamoto.
Miyamoto's face changed drastically, and he had no time to dodge, so he could only block Ye Fan's fist with both hands.
"boom--"
There was a loud noise, smoke filled the sky, and the energy was so strong that people couldn't help but squint their eyes.
No one could see clearly what happened.
Lu Qing and the others could only hear coughing sounds coming from the dust.
After a while, they finally saw the battle situation clearly. When Miyamoto withstood Ye Fan's punch, all the ground within ten meters shattered with the two people as the center of the circle.
The momentum is terrifying.
The power of a punch is comparable to the explosion of a cannonball.
Miyamoto was far away from the center of the battle, his feet made two ravines on the ground, his mouth was full of blood, his arms were lowered, and he was half-kneeling on the ground in a very miserable state.
His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and the whole audience could hear his rapid breathing.
His arms were broken, his ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely damaged. Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru didn't even have the strength to struggle, let alone fight one more time.
And Ye Fan stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, like a god who could not be offended.
Miyamoto stared at Ye Fan, as viciously as a poisonous snake.
He really couldn't imagine that Ye Fan was vulnerable a week ago, how could he hurt himself now?
What happened this week?
Could it be that Ye Fan also broke through to the ground level?
But even if Ye Fan breaks through, he can't hurt himself. You know, he was in a small state ten years ago. If he wants to abuse him, he will abuse Ye Fan.
Miyamoto couldn't figure it out, his blood rushed to his heart, and another mouthful of old blood spurted out.
"flutter!"
The whole place was dead silent.
No one spoke, and even breathing seemed to have stopped.
Except for Ye Fan, all the spectators, including Lu Qing, Murong Sanqian, Qianye Yui, etc., felt as if they were struck by lightning, looking at this extremely shocking scene.
Yamamoto Jiro and several others from the Yang Kingdom even took off their glasses and rubbed their eyes vigorously. They thought they were dazzled.
Who is Miyamoto?
He was a master of the realm, one of the top ten sword masters. A week ago, he swept through the entire Nanling Martial Arts League by himself and severely damaged Ye Fan's master.
But how could they not be shocked when the master who was killing everyone like this was defeated with one punch by Ye Fan, who was said to be crippled?
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
"The palace is originally in the earth realm, and Ye Fan is in the mysterious realm. How can he win?"
"Did something happen just now..."
After reacting, Lu Qing muttered to himself, unable to believe or accept this scene.
Murong Sanqian and the others also had dry mouths and tongues, and all the excitement just now turned bitter. At the same time, their cheeks felt extremely hot.
"You lose!"
Ye Fan looked at Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru and smiled: "But you are honored to die in such a beautiful place as Wutong Mountain."
"Why, why..."
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru growled: "A week ago, you were vulnerable, how come you are stronger than me now?"
"Thank you for this."
Ye Fan said calmly: "In the battle of Nanling Martial League, you injured me, but you also allowed me to break through."
"Sure enough, you have indeed broken through the realm. At this age, reaching the realm is rare. You are very strong."
Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru felt a little uncomfortable: "It's just not right..."
"Even if you break through to the ground level, your foundation is not stable, so logically you shouldn't be my opponent."
He stared at Ye Fan: "I am a small achiever."
"I'm sorry, I passed two levels in a row. I'm now at a great level."
Ye Fan leaned down and whispered in Miyamoto's ear:
"Of course, this territory is not stable. If you want to easily crush you, you may not even have a variable hand. After all, your actual combat experience is too rich."
"I can only say that I can only say that I have the ability to fight with you."
"But as soon as you shot, I know, you were injured last time."
"Although it will not be fatal to the body, the long -term war will cause your strength and speed to decrease."
"So I hide my strength, keep avoiding your energy, and then punch it without any intention."
Ye Fan stood upright: "The facts really expected, you can't carry me a thunder blow."
Miyamoto but Ma Shouwen jumped his eyelids, and then he was angry: "Your great cunning, big shame."
"What is this cunning? It's just to avoid strengths and avoid weaknesses."
Is Ye Fan smiled without putting it: "If you want to say shame, you should say you."
"You don't know if I don't know. In the last battle of the Nanyling Martial Arts League, in addition to saving people, there is another purpose to kill me."
"I just found that I and Dugu are too powerful, so you have internal injuries. We have a lot of people, so you put on the generosity of leaving me for the time being."
"For you, blood washing the entire Nanling Martial Arts League is more famous than you, bullying me a rookie, and a lot of glory and glory."
"As for your earlier Wutongshan battle book, it is just the guise of concealing your blood to wash the Nanling Martial Arts."
He directly said the idea of Miyamoto at the time:
"If I guess it is right, after Ling Qianshui died, after finding that I was the chairman, you thought about it with Nanling Martial Arts."
"You have to kill me as the chairman, but you also have to wash the Nanling Martial Arts all ... kill the chickens and monkeys."
Ye Fan's smile is quiet: "Right?"
Miyamoto but Ma Shou shocked sharply, staring at Ye Fan fiercely: "You damn it."
"Unfortunately, it's you now."
Ye Fan stepped forward, raised his right foot, and turned the half -kneeling Miyamoto, but Ma Shou stepped on the ground.
Yamamoto Shiro is extremely angry: "Eight Gag!"
Chiba Yui and others are also sad and angry. What else is better than their own idols? People who are hated by themselves are humiliated on the ground.
"asshole!"
Lu Qing also looked at this scene very angry, watching Miyamoto, who was stepped on by Ye Fan, but Ma Shou.
She hopes that the party of victory, Miyamoto but Ma Shou, at this moment, was stepped on by Ye Fan as a dog.
Ye Fan, who was looked down on, stepped on Miyamoto with the attitude of the winner.
This scene is like a dream. Shouldn't this scene be in turn?
"This battle, it's over."
Ye Fan stepped on Miyamoto but Ma Shou's throat.
"Stop! Stop!"
Didn't wait for Yamamoto Shiro and they rushed up to save people, Lu Qing was angry and stood up to drink:
"Ye Fan, do you give me your hand!"
"You are too insidious, so shameless, you are not Mr. Miyamoto's opponent at all."
"You dare to say that under the brightness, can you win Mr. Miyamoto?"
"You are just to avoid attacks on the evil way, Mr. Miyamoto is lucky and lucky."
"If Mr. Miyamoto just shot, you will fight hard, can you still win now?"
"Must be sure!"
"In the beginning, don't play tricks, you estimate that your head has been hit by Mr. Miyamoto."
"So this game is not count."
"You avoid your behavior is very despicable and shameless, I don’t allow you to win this kind of victory."
She is straightforward: "You just put Mr. Miyamoto now, and then apologize to him, I can consider not investigating you."
Murong Sanqian also hummed: "Ye Fan, let him go, otherwise the consequences will be serious. Miss Lu will not joke with you."
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Let him go? Is it your brain that is flooded, or mine?"
"Ye Fan, I know you are very happy to win, and you want this victory to show your greatness."
Lu Qing looked at Ye Fan and said plausibly: "But victory doesn't come like this."
"Moreover, Mr. Miyamoto is from the Yang Kingdom, and we have nothing to do with him. If you kill him, you will hurt the feelings of both parties. Can you bear this responsibility?"
"If you dare to touch Mr. Miyamoto, I will not protect you. I won't care what Mr. Yamamoto and the others do."
"Although you defeated Mr. Miyamoto, that is not your true strength, and I believe you are at the end of your strength now."
"Once Mr. Yamamoto and the others take action, you will definitely die."
She raised her pretty face to warn Ye Fan, and also reminded Yamamoto Jiro.
Yamamoto Jiro tilted his head slightly, and a dozen Miyamoto disciples drew their swords and surrounded Ye Fan.
Miyamoto smiled when he saw this: "Ye Fan, you are very powerful, but it's a pity that you can't kill me today."
"Wait, I will go back and practice hard for three to five years, and I will definitely come back to seek revenge on you."
"When the time comes, I will kill all the people around you first, so that you can vent your anger on me today, hahaha."
With Lu Qing and others coming forward, Miyamoto believed that even if he gave Ye Fan ten courages, he would not dare to kill him.
Ye Fan smiled noncommittally, looked at Lu Qing and said:
"Elder Murong even brought a coffin. You tell me that you only need clothes and water, but your feelings are more important?"
A bunch of people want him dead, but let him put the overall situation first. Ye Fan feels ridiculous.
"That's different. There is no comparison between you and Mr. Miyamoto."
Lu Qing ignored him: "I will say it again and for the last time, let Mr. Miyamoto go immediately."
"Let him go? Okay, I'll let him go."
Ye Fan looked at Lu Qing and smiled lightly, and the next second, he stepped on it.
There was a click, Miyamoto's throat was broken, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and his life was extinguished instantly.