The ferocious fists were pointed out like cannonballs, and Ye Fan, who was as pervasive as mercury, enveloped him.
It's going strong and never stops.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched, he stretched out his palms, slapped repeatedly, and blocked President Jiang's mercury-like attack.
Ye Fan discovered that President Jiang's body was very stiff, but his speed and strength were beyond ordinary people, so he made up for all the shortcomings.
The fists and palms kept intersecting, making a muffled sound.
Ye Fan couldn't kill him, and he couldn't control it for a while, so he could only neutralize the opponent's offensive.
As a result, his palms quickly turned red and had a few blisters.
But this also made Ye Fan feel something in his heart. He remembered who he had felt the heat on.
Su Xier.
When Tang Ruoxue brought Su Xi'er over to find Ye Fan for treatment, Su Xi'er also had a similar burning sensation.
It's like there is a fire burning in your body.
This made Ye Fan's heart move, and he had a deeper guess.
"kill--"
President Jiang suddenly roared, gave up his punches, and stretched out his right hand, trying to pinch Ye Fan's neck.
Ye Fan turned his head sideways and flashed.
President Jiang swept over with his kick.
"call!"
Ye Fan moved his feet to avoid it, then suddenly shot forward and punched out hard.
Thunder!
Punch out, head-on.
"boom!"
The two fists collided in mid-air, making a harsh sound.
President Chiang stepped back three steps with a thump, almost falling over on his back.
Ye Fan's punch was different from the previous ones. On the surface, it seemed to be a straight blow, but the force was downward, causing President Jiang to lose his center of gravity.
This made his blood boil and his arms were so numb that he could hardly lift them.
Ye Fan also took half a step back, grinning and blowing his fists.
President Jiang counterattacked, and with a whoosh, he was in front of his eyes and punched out at the same time.
Ye Fan misplaced his hands, blocked the opponent's punch, and stepped back a few meters.
"Swish swish——"
At almost the same moment, Yuan Qingyi made a gesture, and several ropes were put around him, wrapping around President Jiang's upper body.
President Jiang grabbed the rope and swung his arms. Several of Yuan's bodyguards were unable to dodge and were knocked to the ground in a very embarrassed state.
Then, President Chiang grabbed three ropes and waved them around with a roar.
The rope whistled, and Ye Fan and the others instinctively leaned back.
The rope brushed against their cheeks.
"boom!"
The object that was swept shattered with a sound, and there were many marks on the wall. The powder shattered and fell to the ground, and dust flew up.
"Bang bang bang!"
President Chiang's bestiality was unleashed as he vented his strength. He swung the rope in a violent storm, leaving scratches all around his body, which was shocking.
The furniture also broke and fell apart one by one, as if it had been run over by a bulldozer.
President Chiang's momentum was like a rainbow, like a wild beast that had lost its mind and never tired, beating Yuan's bodyguards and servants to the ground one after another.
Yuan Qingyi was also punched several times by him, spitting out a mouthful of blood and lying on the ground to avoid his attacks.
Everyone also felt that the temperature in the hall had increased a lot.
"boom!"
After President Jiang kicked away the last bodyguard, he rushed towards Yuan Qingyi who was struggling.
He still pulled the rope forward, as if he wanted to hang Yuan Qingyi to death.
"Whoosh——"
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 ran out like a rabbit.
When Chairman Jiang turned to look over, Ye Fan suddenly stretched out his left hand and firmly grasped the rope in his hand.
Then, Ye Fan pulled hard and turned to his back with the help of President Jiang.
The power spits out, overwhelming mountains and seas.
"ah--"
President Jiang groaned, his steps slipped, his center of gravity was a little unstable, and he stumbled forward.
Ye Fan took advantage of this opportunity, made a sharp circle with his left hand, and wrapped a rope around Chairman Jiang's legs.
Then he pushed his knee against the opponent's back, using the force of the force to push President Jiang's body backwards.
Ye Fan didn't stop. He swung the rope and the rope wrapped around the stair railing.
President Jiang roared angrily, grabbing the rope around his body with both hands, trying to tear it off.
"Whoosh!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fan jumped up and came to the front like a loach, stepping on President Jiang with both feet.
The momentum is strong and sinking.
After receiving these two kicks, President Chiang's body was slightly tilted back. Although he was not dead, he still spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Then, he was pulled backward by the rope that strangled his chest, and his feet could no longer stand firm.
Fall on your back!
"boom!"
His hot body hit the ground, and the whole ground seemed to tremble.
Ye Fan did not waste this opportunity, pinched out a dozen silver needles and stabbed them.
"ah--"
As soon as the needle pricked, President Jiang's body trembled, and then he roared.
This roar seemed to vent the repression of being imprisoned for many years, and it also seemed to be getting worse and worse.
Yuan Qingyi exclaimed: "Ye Fan——"
"Click——"
When Ye Fan was about to place the last needle, President Jiang broke the rope abruptly, raised his hands and pinched Ye Fan's neck.
Ye Fan's skin instantly turned red, and his expression became uncontrollably distorted.
"flutter--"
At this moment, there was a sharp sound and the knife penetrated Chairman Jiang's back of the heart.
President Jiang released his hands and lay back straight.
Ye Fan turned around and saw that the person holding the knife was the pretty and pale Yuan Qingyi...
The whole place suddenly fell silent.
Whether it was Mark or the servants and bodyguards, they all looked at the dead President Jiang with shock in their eyes.
No one thought 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, and she immediately threw away the dagger, hugged President Jiang and cried bitterly.
"President..."
A feeling of sadness and depression instantly filled the entire Qianshui Villa.
Two hours later, Yuan's villa returned to silence.
It's just that compared to the dullness of the past, it's much more suffocating now.
President Chiang is dead.
The impact of this news was a hundred times that of President Chiang's illness, and it was destined to attract the attention of countless people.
Moreover, President Jiang died at the hands of Yuan Qingyi.
This is bound to make the situation in the Longdu Martial League even more turbulent.
"Here, let's drink a glass of milk to calm down the shock."
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan walked into the side hall where the body was temporarily parked and handed a cup of hot milk to Yuan Qingyi:
"People cannot be resurrected after death, so don't think too much about it."
"You've been crying for almost an hour. It's time to go to your room and take a rest, otherwise it will hurt your body."
Although Ye Fan felt very sorry in his heart, as long as he took another shot, he would be able to completely control Chairman Jiang's madness, and his hands strangled around his neck would be powerless.
But Ye Fan also understood that Yuan Qingyi killed him because he was worried about his own safety. It would be too unkind to blame or feel sorry for him at this moment.
What's more, Yuan Qingyi is even more sad than herself, after all, he is 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 unexpectedly I stabbed the knife into his back."
Her tears flowed down, showing unspeakable sadness and unconcealable self-blame...
