Wang Fan killed all the way, and there was countless blood.
In front of him, all the elite members of the Wen family had fallen down, their limbs broken and their arms broken, and they were wailing incessantly.
The way they looked at Wang Fan was like looking at a devil.
This man is really terrifying and ruthless.
Most people will have mood swings even if they kill a chicken. But Wang Fan killed so many people without even moving his eyelids, just as casually as eating and drinking. How could it not be scary?
The ground has been dyed red with blood, the smell of blood is in the air, and the atmosphere is indescribably solemn.
When Ou Yan Changhong and Ye Qiuji arrived at the scene, Wang Fan was the only one standing in the entire venue.
Ou Yan Changhong's eyelids couldn't help but twitch violently, and he looked at Wang Fan, "Are you Wang Fan?" .??.??
There was questioning, doubt, and fear in his tone.
Although the words Wang Fan had been deeply ingrained in his mind, this was the first time he really saw Wang Fan.
Looking at Wang Fan, Ou Yan Changhong's heart was filled with turmoil.
He did not expect that even if Wang Fan did not die in Shiwanda Mountain, he would still be like a normal person.
How can this be?
Ye Qiuji also looked at Wang Fan with a shocked expression, with envy, jealousy, and hatred in his eyes.
He envied Wang Fan's strength, envied Wang Fan's youth, and hated Wang Fan for not taking him seriously, Ye Qiuji. After all, if Wang Fan thought highly of him, how could he call him "Ye Qiuji"?
"Yes, I am Wang Fan." Wang Fan nodded and looked at Ou Yan Changhong, "You are Ou Yan Changhong, right? You are so courageous that you dare to touch my brother Wang Fan."
"When I destroyed the Ouyan family, you were lucky enough to escape. I didn't intend to cause trouble for you. But I didn't expect that you actually provoked me. This time, I'm afraid you won't be so good.
Just luck."
Wang Fan said calmly, with that expression and tone, it seemed as if he was not facing an innate peak master at all, but an ant that could be trampled to death at any time.
When Ou Yan Changhong heard Wang Fan's words, he was trembling with anger.
Wang Fan simply doesn’t take Ou Yan Changhong seriously.
It's just contempt for him.
He did not deny Wang Fan's power, but Wang Fan's attitude of treating an ant was still unacceptable to him.
Wang Fan didn't wait for Ou Yan Changhong to speak, and looked at Ye Qiuji again, "Your name is Ye Qiuji? Are you from the Wrath Fist Sect?"
"That's right, I am Ye Qiuji, ranked eighth in the Wrath Fist Sect." Ye Qiuji replied coldly.
He stared at Wang Fan, his aura began to surge throughout his body, and he was ready to attack.
Looking at Wang Fan, he felt like his blood was boiling and he wanted to trample Wang Fan under his feet.
Even though Wang Fan had a great reputation for murder, even though Wang Fan destroyed the Ouyan family, even though Wang Fan killed Yan Feizheng, Ye Qiuji didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart.
How could Wang Fan, who looked younger than himself, be so powerful and do such crazy things?
Wang Fan must have used some despicable means, it must be like this!
Ye Qiuji comforted himself in his heart.
When Wang Fan heard Ye Qiuji's words, he smiled, but it was a sneer, "The Wrath Fist Sect ranks as the eighth genius, it sounds very awesome."
"I killed a man named Yan Feizheng a few days ago. I wonder if you recognize him. He said he was the fifth genius of Wrath Fist Sect. Is that true?"
Wang Fan's eyes were full of contempt, "If he is really the fifth genius of Wrath Fist Sect, then your Wrath Fist Sect is really too watery, and you, Ye Qiuji, are not good enough in my eyes."
"The fifth genius was killed by me with a single blow, but you, the eighth genius, are nothing in my eyes?"
Wang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to Ye Qiuji's gloomy expression. He pointed directly at the two of them and said arrogantly, "You guys should stop talking nonsense and come together to avoid the trouble of killing them one by one."
Wang Fan's demeanor and tone were arrogant, and he was very arrogant.
After hearing these words, although Ou Yan Changhong was angry, he could still suppress his anger.
Ke Yeqiu
Ji, but he couldn't bear it anymore, his mind exploded completely.
As the proud son of the Wrath Fist Sect, he possesses peak innate strength at a young age. How proud is he?
Which Guwu family did he go to? Those Guwu families were not allowed to serve him with caution, but followed behind and fawned over him?
But now, Wang Fan has torn his pride to pieces and trampled his pride under his feet. How the hell can he bear this?
Ye Qiuji, who had always been accustomed to being aloof and favored by thousands of people, found it difficult to calm down at all.
His face instantly turned livid, and anger surged upwards.
He pointed at Wang Fan and blurted out, "You don't need to join forces to kill you, I, Ye Qiuji, can do it."
After saying that, he rushed toward Wang Fan crazily.
Unparalleled violent energy surged throughout his body, filled with murderous intent.
Ouyang Changhong secretly scolded Ye Qiuji for being a fool for falling for Wang Fan's provocation, but when he wanted to remind him, it was already too late.
Ye Qiuji had already rushed forward desperately.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and laughed, "You are indeed the eighth genius of Wrath Fist Sect. I, Wang Fan, admire this courage! In this case, let me see if you have the ability to kill me."
While speaking, Wang Fan, who was well prepared, stamped his right foot on the ground, set off a roaring sonic explosion and rushed towards Ye Qiuji.
He was sneering in his heart. These so-called geniuses of Wrath Fist Sect are really stupid. They would be fooled if they provoked them casually.
How can a guy like this be a genius? What a shame! If such a person were thrown into the war-torn land of Africa, no matter how powerful he was, he would probably not survive for more than half a month.
Sooner or later, in the blink of an eye, Ye Qiuji was close to Wang Fan. His eyes were ferocious and his face was twisted. He clenched his five fingers and waved his fists, setting off a violent momentum and directly swept towards Wang Fan viciously.
"go to hell!"
The wind of the fist roared like a phoenix dancing with dragons and snakes, creating a loud crackling sound in the air, and in an instant it intertwined into a series of real-looking waves.
The strong wind rushed towards Wang Fan.
Wang Fan's eyes showed surprise, as if he didn't expect that Ye Qiuji actually had some skills and used such a powerful boxing technique.
However, in his eyes, although Ye Qiuji's fists were terrifying, they seemed a bit flashy and flashy.
If Ou Yan Changhong hadn't been watching from a distance, Wang Fan might have fought Ye Qiuji for dozens of rounds to get a good feel for his boxing skills.
But now, Wang Fan has no thoughts at all.
He had to blast Ye Qiuji in a short time, and then kill Ou Yan Changhong.
Otherwise, once the two join forces, it will definitely become troublesome. If one of them fails, he will be injured.
Wang Fan thought so in his heart, without even a moment of dodge, his muscles tightened crazily, and his inner energy instantly surrounded his right arm. Then he clenched his right fist, carrying the violent wind, and faced it bravely.
laugh!
Wang Fan's fist rolled up with killing force, passed through the gap, and instantly struck the tip of Ye Qiuji's fist hard.
Fist clash!
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and Ye Qiuji's expression instantly froze, and his expression froze.
He only felt an extremely violent energy coming from him. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and began to retreat.
But just as he was retreating, he caught the sneer on the corner of Wang Fan's mouth.
Ye Qiuji's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
"The eighth genius of Wrath Fist Sect? Nothing more than that!" Following Wang Fan's faint voice, white light flashed suddenly, and Ye Qiuji fell to the ground.
Ou Yan Changhong, who was about to make a move, looked at this scene and suddenly froze in place as if a immobilization spell had been cast, and his old face started to shake violently.
Scalp numbness.
Not far away, Mrs. Wen looked at this scene and couldn't help but stumbled to the ground, her legs spread wide under her short skirt.
She ignored the leakage of the spring light and covered her mouth tightly. While trying to hold back herself from screaming, she felt like she could hardly breathe...
