"Ahh

Murong Feixiong, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, retreated violently, but Ye Fan was faster than him, and he pressed towards Murong Feixiong at an astonishing speed.

The posture of rushing forward is like a sword out of its sheath, sharp and sharp.

The audience's eyes widened, and Gong Suqin subconsciously exclaimed:

"Young Master, be careful. ”

"Whoosh!"

When Murong Feixiong saw Ye Fan getting close again, his eyes instantly became sharp, his steps moved, he took six steps back, and then touched his back with his backhand

A short gun appears in the palm of your hand.

"Click......"

Without waiting for him to pull the trigger, Ye Fan grabbed his wrist and twisted it mercilessly.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, Murong Feixiong's left hand was also broken by Ye Fan, and the short gun fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ahh

After Murong Feixiong was stunned for a second, he let out a painful snort, shaking his head frantically, and his facial features were distorted, like a mad maniac.

A good hand, being twisted into a twist like this, both mentally and physically, is difficult to bear.

"Ahh

This hysterical situation frightened many men and women to retreat.

The pretty face of many female guests was very ugly, and they were extremely aggrieved, they wanted to see how Ye Fan was abused, but he hit Murong Feixiong hard.

That shock and unacceptability made them feel very uncomfortable, and it also made them hate Ye Fan to the extreme.

"Take another punch from me. ”

Ye Fan's eyes didn't have any emotion, and he punched the air!

Murong Feixiong looked desperate: "No-"

"Stop—"

The hook-nosed old man's face changed drastically, and they all shouted Ye Fan to stop.

It's just that before they could stop it, Ye Fan had already hit Murong Feixiong with a punch.

However, Murong Feixiong also counted it, and at the moment of life and death, his body moved half away, avoiding the fatal heart.

"Click!"

Scapular crushing.

Murong Feixiong screamed and fell out, smashing a coffee table.

It's a mess.

Murong Feixiong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and when he tumbled out of the cup and plate, Ye Fan was already standing in front of him and stepped on Murong Feixiong's neck with one foot:

"What's going on? You want me to kill you, I'm really here......"

"Now, are you ready to die?"

He looked at the damned man with an indifferent gaze.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

At this time, the remaining few Law Enforcement Hall disciples rushed over with weapons in hand.

The hook-nosed old man also struggled to get up.

Gong Suqin subconsciously looked at the door, but found that the law enforcement cousins outside were all killed by Dugu.

And there were a lot of men in white outside, each with a speargun in their hands.

It was as if it was someone from Jiang Hengdu.

Seeing Murong Feixiong fall to the ground like a dead dog, and the beads of sweat that kept dripping from his forehead, many of the young guests looked complicated and angry.

"You are not qualified to hurt Young Master Murong......"

"How can you hurt Young Master Murong, he is Mr. Murong's nephew......"

When several women who had befriended Murong Feixiong were filled with indignation, the hook-nosed old man also shouted:

"Ye Fan, do you know what you're doing?"

"You are a guilty body, if you dare to hurt Young Master Murong, you will be guilty of one more degree. ”

"Elder Murong will never let you go. ”

"Elder Murong will come back from Longdu tomorrow, and I'll see how you explain it to him then. ”

Although Ye Fan's skills were better than they imagined, they felt that Ye Fan, who had lost to Miyamoto, was definitely not Elder Murong's opponent.

Moreover, harming Murong Feixiong is tantamount to opposing the Law Enforcement Hall, and Ye Fan will become the public enemy of the entire Martial Alliance.

Ye Fan smiled faintly: "It's as if if I don't kill him, Murong Old Pifu will let me go." ”

He was a little regretful that Murong Sanqian was not in Nanling, otherwise he would have been killed.

The master who attacked the people around him, Ye Fan would never let go.

Murong Feixiong held back the pain and laughed out loud:

"Ye Fan, you can break the jar if you have a bad life, but you don't want to think about your family, Xue Ruyi and them?"

"You can avenge them now, but what about after you're dead in the decisive battle tomorrow?"

"Who else can protect them?"

"The more you sin against me, the more painful they will be in the days to come. ”

Murong Feixiong reminded Ye Fan: "There are some consequences that you can't bear. ”

Gong Suqin also shouted: "Ye Fan, don't go your own way, otherwise you will regret it." ”

The hook-nosed old man also took out his mobile phone, turned on the video as soon as possible, and put it on the projector in the hall.

It clearly showed Murong Sanqian's face, he obviously knew what was going on, and was looking at Ye Fan with an angry face:

"Ye Fan, I'm Murong Sanqian. ”

"Let me tell you, you have already stabbed the basket for the Wu League, so that the Wu League is about to become a martial arts joke, and now while I am not in Nanling, you are calculating my nephew. ”

"I order you to let go of Murong Feixiong immediately, otherwise the old man will go back and let you have three swords and six holes. ”

"Even if you die, I'm going to crush you to ashes, do you hear?"

Murong Sanqian blew his beard and glared, leaning on the old man and selling the old: "Immediately, immediately, release people." ”

"Elder Murong, it's easy to release people, but you can answer me a question first......

Ye Fan smiled playfully: "Article 72 of the Martial Alliance, the children bully men and women, and they make a bow to the innocent woman overlord, how to deal with it?"

"I don't care about seventy-two, ninety-two now, the overlord is the bow. ”

Murong Sanqian pretended to be deaf and dumb: "I only know now that you killed your fellow disciples and kidnapped Captain Murong, which is a great crime. ”

"Elder Murong, I sue Murong Feixiong and threaten my father's life to comply. ”

Wang Shiyuan, who was on the sofa, suddenly struggled to get up and shouted:

"If I didn't agree, he would slowly torture my dad and cut off his fingers one by one. ”

"I still have ...... recordings"

She took out her mobile phone and played two secretly recorded videos, which were the scenes where Gong Suqin and Murong Feixiong threatened her.

Murong Feixiong's face changed slightly.

"This video can't be seen clearly, it may be edited, and it may even be that you teamed up with Ye Fan to deliberately set up a game against Murong Feixiong. ”

Murong Sanqian didn't listen to Wang Shiyuan's accusation at all: "Ye Fan, don't waste time, release someone for me, otherwise I'll be angry." ”

Ye Fan looked at Murong Sanqian and repeated: "Article 72 of the Martial Alliance, what should I do with the innocent woman overlord?"

"The light one has three knives and six holes, and the heavy one is killed without forgiveness!"

At the door, a woman's voice suddenly sounded.

Xue Ruyi, Huang Tianjiao and Wang Dongshan appeared in wheelchairs.

"I declare that Murong Feixiong violated Article 72 of the Martial Arts League, the consequences are serious, the impact is bad, and it is ...... in accordance with family law."

Ye Fan's voice sank: "Kill." ”

Murong Sanqian was furious: "You dare!"

"Click!"

When the words fell, Ye Fan's toes were a little on his toes, and his laryngeal bone was broken.

"You-"

Murong Feixiong's body straightened.

His eyes bulged out, his mouth and nose were bloody, and his face was filled with indescribable unwillingness, anger, and shock.

He never thought that Ye Fan would really dare to make a dead move.

The last bit of vitality made him lose his senses, felt the life leave, began to cry, and in this moment before death, he had a trace of remorse in his heart.

He really shouldn't have provoked Ye Fan.

Seeing Murong Feixiong dead, Gong Suqin shouted hysterically: "No-"

Several of the female companions bit their lips and barely managed to suppress the scream that reached their throats.

The audience was no longer deadly silent, but cold from head to toe, no one thought that Murong Feixiong was dead, let alone that Ye Fan dared to kill him in public.

Murong Sanqian was angry and fell to the ground.

"Shaft—"

The hook-nosed old man was so sad and indignant that he subconsciously wanted to rush forward to besiege him, but halfway through his words, a black sword pierced his heart.

Dugu Yan shot without saying a word, and simply stabbed the old man in black neatly.

Shen Dongxing also asked someone to take down all the men and women present.

Ye Fan kicked Murong Feixiong's body open:

"Next, Mamoru Miyamoto!"