The ferocious fist was lit out like a cannonball, and Ye Fan, who was as omnipresent as mercury, enveloped him.
It's a tremendous and unstoppable.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched, his palms stretched out, and he slapped them repeatedly, and blocked President Jiang's mercury-like attack.
Ye Fan showed that President Jiang's body was very stiff, but his degree and strength were more than ordinary people, so he made up for all shortcomings.
The fists and palms kept intersecting, making a dull sound.
Ye Fan could not kill, and could not control it for a while, so he could only resolve the opponent's offensive.
As a result, his palms quickly turned red and there were a few more bubbles.
However, this also made Ye Fan's heart move. He remembered who had felt the heat on him.
Su Xier.
When Tang Ruoxue brought Su Xier to Ye Fan for treatment, Su Xier also had a similar hot feeling on her body.
It seems that there is flames burning continuously in the body.
This made Ye Fan feel moved, and he had deeper guesses.
"kill--"
President Jiang suddenly roared, gave up his fist, stretched out his right hand, trying to pinch Ye Fan's neck.
Ye Fan turned his head to the side.
President Jiang swept over.
"call!"
Ye Fan moved his steps to avoid it, then suddenly shot in front of him and rushed out with a punch.
Thunderous!
He punched out and fought head-on.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided in mid-air, making a harsh sound.
President Jiang stepped back three steps and almost turned over on his back.
Ye Fan's punch was different from before. On the surface, it seemed to hit straight, but its strength was downward, causing President Jiang to lose his center of gravity.
This made his qi and blood tumbling, and his arms were so numb that he could hardly lift them up.
Ye Fan also took a step back and grinned his teeth and blew his fists.
President Jiang counterattacked, came to his eyes with a whoosh, and punched him at the same time.
Ye Fan made a mistake with both hands, blocking the other party's punch, and his body retreated several meters.
"Swoosh swish swish--"
Almost at the same time, Yuan Qingyi made a gesture and several ropes were wrapped around President Jiang's upper body.
President Jiang pulled the rope and shook his arms. Several Yuan bodyguards could not hide and were overturned to the ground, and they were very embarrassed.
Then, President Jiang pulled three ropes and roared around,
The rope whistled, and Ye Fan and the others instinctively leaned back.
The rope swept across their cheeks.
"Bang!"
The object being swept shattered and there were many traces on the walls. The powder shattered and fell to the ground, and dust flew.
"Bang bang bang!"
President Jiang, who was venting his strength, was very beastly. He waved the ropes in a storm, leaving marks after marks around him, shocking.
The furniture also broke and scattered, as if it was crushed by a bulldozer.
President Jiang was so imposing, like a wild beast that had lost its mind and never tired, knocking Yuan's bodyguards and servants to the ground one by one.
Yuan Qingyi was also punched by him several times, and spit out a mouthful of blood and leaned on the ground to avoid his sharp edge.
Everyone also felt that the temperature in the hall had increased a lot.
"Bang!"
After President Jiang kicked the last bodyguard away, he rushed towards Yuan Qingyi who was struggling.
He also pulled the rope forward, as if he was about to hang Yuan Qingyi to death.
"Swoosh--"
Although Ye Fan was also lying down, he kept staring at the crazy President Jiang.
Seeing that he was about to attack Yuan Qingyi, Ye Fan rushed out like a rabbit.
When President Jiang turned his head and looked over, Ye Fan suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the rope steadily in his hand.
Then, Ye Fan pulled it hard and took advantage of President Jiang's power to move behind him.
The force is spit out, overwhelming.
"ah--"
President Jiang groaned, his steps slipped, his center of gravity was a little unstable, and he staggered forward.
Ye Fan took this opportunity and circled his left hand suddenly and then wrapped the rope around President Jiang's legs.
Then he pushed his knees to the other party's back and used the pulling force to tilt President Jiang back.
Ye Fan did not stop and swung the rope around the handrail of the stairs.
President Jiang roared, pulled the rope on his body with both hands, trying to break it.
"Swoosh!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fan jumped up and came to the front like a loach, stepping on President Jiang.
The momentum is strong and the force is heavy.
President Jiang, whose body had slightly tilted back after these two feet, did not die, but still spit out a mouthful of blood.
Then, he was pulled back by the rope that strangled his chest, and his feet could no longer stand firm.
Falling down on your back!
"Bang!"
The hot body hit the ground, and the whole ground seemed to tremble.
Ye Fan did not waste this opportunity and pinched out more than a dozen silver needles and stabbed them.
"ah--"
As soon as the needle was stabbed, President Jiang's body shook and then he started roaring.
This roar seemed to vent the depression that had been imprisoned for many years, and it was also like crazy that became even worse.
Yuan Qingyi exclaimed: "Ye Fan--"
"Click--"
When Ye Fan was about to drop the last stitch, President Jiang broke the rope and raised his hands to pinch Ye Fan's neck.
Ye Fan's skin turned red instantly, and his expression was not controlled and distorted.
"flutter--"
At this moment, a sharp sound and a knife penetrated President Jiang's heart.
President Jiang let go of his hands and lay back straight.
Ye Fan turned his head and saw that the person holding the knife was Yuan Qingyi with a pale face...
The whole audience suddenly became quiet.
Whether it was Ye Fan or the servant bodyguard, they all looked at the dead President Jiang, with shock in their eyes.
No one expected that President Jiang would die like this, let alone that he would be stabbed in the back by Yuan Qingyi.
Yuan Qingyi probably didn't expect it, so her pretty face was as pale as paper. She threw away the dagger and hugged President Jiang and cried bitterly.
"President..."
A stream of sadness and depression instantly permeated the entire shallow water villa.
Two hours later, Yuan's villa returned to tranquility.
But it's much more dull than it used to be.
President Jiang is dead.
The impact of this news is a hundred times that of President Jiang is sick and is destined to attract the attention of countless people.
Moreover, President Jiang died at the hands of Yuan Qingyi.
This is destined to make the situation in the Dragon Capital Martial Alliance even more turbulent.
"Come on, drink a glass of milk to suppress your shock."
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan walked into the side hall where the corpse was temporarily parked and handed a cup of hot milk to Yuan Qingyi:
"A person cannot be resurrected after death, don't think too much."
"You have been crying for almost an hour. It's time to go to the room to rest, otherwise it will hurt your body."
Although Ye Fan was also very sorry, as long as he took another shot, he could completely control President Jiang's madness, and his hands that tied his neck would be weak.
But Ye Fan also understood that Yuan Qingyi was worried about his safety when he was hitting the scene. If he blamed or felt sorry for him at this moment, it would be too inhumane.
Besides, Yuan Qingyi was even more sad than herself, after all, that was her husband.
"I...I really didn't want to kill him..."
Yuan Qingyi held the milk:
"I just instinctively wanted to stop him from hurting you, but I didn't expect to stab the knife into his back."
Her tears flowed down, her indescribable sadness and her unconcealed self-blame...