"Mr. Miyamoto, he's about to be abolished. ”

Ling Qianshui laughed: "Zheng Shaozheng is holding a banquet to celebrate Zheng Zheng's recovery, waiting for the news of Ye Fan's death." ”

"Can you save Zheng Sheng's makeup?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly: "I'm afraid it's back to the light, right?"

Miyamoto Saburo's face changed dramatically when he heard this:

"Die!"

His body turned into an afterimage and rushed forward.

At the same time, his fists bombarded Ye Fan like cannonballs.

Speed, power, unmatched.

At this time, Bai Mang, who was treating Li Dayong's family, finally came late.

He was ecstatic and recovered, and his strength was restored by three points.

Ye Fan spit out a mouthful of blood, and his fist was also punched out in an instant.

"Bang ......"

The two sides once again clashed hard, with four punches against each other.

Without any flashy tricks, the two simply collided with speed and strength, and their fists flew again and again.

The hall resounded with a violent explosion, like thunder on a rainy day, resounding in everyone's ears.

The fist shadow is all over the sky, and it is difficult for the naked eye to catch the speed of the two punches.

"How is this possible?"

Not only was Ling Qianshui stunned, but Miyamoto Saburo was also shocked, Ye Fan was already at the end of his strong crossbow just now, why did he become strong now?

But he didn't care, the current Ye Fan was still not his opponent.

Li Dayong's eyes also flashed, and there was pain on his face that was difficult to hide.

Miyamoto Saburo became more and more fierce the more he fought, and Ye Fan shot faster and faster.

Although Ye Fan is at the end of his strong crossbow, no matter how powerful Miyamoto Saburo is who lets go of the battle, Ye Fan can still support it.

"Whoosh!"

After a long battle, Miyamoto Saburo was obviously a little bored, his eyes were instantly blood-red, his arms shook violently, and his sleeves sprayed two canopy powder.

Ye Fan's eyes were suddenly misty.

The action is sluggish.

"Whoosh-"

At this moment, Miyamoto Saburo had an extra pocket katana in his right hand.

On the side of his body, he was like hanging a golden hook upside down, ruthlessly slashing at Ye Fan's body.

Tang Qiqi couldn't help but exclaim: "Be careful!"

This knife was so fast that Ye Fan had no time to dodge, and there was no place to dodge, so he could only shrink back with all his strength.

The sharp knife stabbed, starting from the shoulder to the lower abdomen.

Anyone can feel the fierceness and tragedy.

"Ahh

Ye Fan snorted and rolled over.

Tang Qiqi's heart was like a knife: "Brother-in-law!"

Li Dayong staggered and rushed up: "Ye Fan-"

"Bang-"

Miyamoto Saburo kicked Li Dayong over again.

Ye Fan fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his body shaking, as if he was about to die.

Ling Qianshui felt that all his grievances were vented: "Okay, good, Ye Fan, you also have today, you also have today." ”

With such a fierce knife, Ye Fan was seriously injured if he didn't die.

"What a disappointment for me. ”

Miyamoto Saburo let out a sigh, obviously believing that this battle was over, as long as he made up for it, Ye Fan would die.

Of course, he didn't want Ye Fan to die so soon, Zheng Junqing still had to stab Ye Fan.

Miyamoto Saburo played with the knife in his hand and walked towards Ye Fan step by step.

Tang Qiqi screamed hysterically: "Brother-in-law!"

Ling Qianshui grabbed her hair and looked at the camera: "Brother-in-law is quite affectionate, then let you watch Ye Fan be abolished." ”

Tang Qiqi burst into tears.

Li Dayong was also in great pain, and his nails pierced into his palms.

"It's time to finish. ”

Miyamoto Saburo stood in front of Ye Fan, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint banter:

"If you go against the blood doctor, this is the end. ”

After finishing speaking, he slowly raised his left foot, ready to give Ye Fan a thunderous blow to the back.

Stepping on Ye Fan's spine with one foot, it was definitely a bloody feast, and it could also make Tang Qiqi feel her cruelty.

In this way, she will serve herself well.

"Hmm!"

Just as he lifted one leg, the dying Ye Fan suddenly roared angrily, holding his calf like a beast and folding it back.

The power contained in his chest poured out on Miyamoto Saburo's knees.

"Click!"

The furious power raged, and with the crisp sound of bones breaking, Ye Fan and Miyamoto Saburo fell heavily to the ground.

As soon as he fell to the ground, Ye Fan's elbow hit Miyamoto Saburo's knee hard, and he tried his best to make up for the blow.

"Ahh

Miyamoto Saburo screamed in an instant, his upper body subconsciously straightened up, and Ye Fan's fish intestines flashed and sank into Miyamoto Saburo's throat.

"Pounce!"

Miyamoto Saburo's body shook, blood spurted from his throat, and the katana flew out, causing Ling Qianshui and them to scream.

Li Dayong was also dumbfounded.

No one thought that Ye Fan would be able to turn the tables like this.

The breath poured out for thousands of miles, and Miyamoto Saburo lost his combat effectiveness in an instant.

Ye Fan got up from Miyamoto Saburo, clapped his hands and said lightly:

"That's the end. ”

He simply bandaged his wounds.

"Ho-ho-"

Saburo Miyamoto clutched his throat in pain, and a pair of eyes bulged out like dead fish.

In the deathly silence, I only heard the "Gege" sound in his throat.

He was angry, he was unwilling, he never thought that he would capsize in the gutter at the door.

But no matter how aggrieved you are, the vitality is slowly passing away......

"No, no—"

Seeing this, Ling Qianshui screamed:

"Bastard, whoever asked you to kill Mr. Miyamoto, you are not qualified to kill Mr. Miyamoto. ”

Miyamoto Saburo is a bronze doctor of the Blood Doctor Sect, and he is also a master of the Xuanjing Martial Arts, and he is a baby pimple of the Blood Doctor Sect, and the battle just now has been like a rainbow.

So she couldn't accept Ye Fan's turnaround.

Ling Qianshui was extremely sad and indignant: "Ye Fan, I won't let you go!"

"Ling Qianshui, it's your turn next. ”

Ye Fan took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Tang Qiqi and them, and then quickly sent it to Jiang Hengdu to save people.

Ling Qianshui yelled at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you are not qualified to call me, you are not qualified to call me." ”

"Give you three minutes to commit suicide, or I'll kill Tang Qiqi, kill Tang Qiqi." ”

As she spoke, she reached out with her left hand and pinched Tang Qiqi's neck.

Tang Qiqi shouted with difficulty: "Brother-in-law, don't care about me......"

Ling Qianshui directly knocked her unconscious with a palm: "Kill yourself now, kill yourself now!"

Li Dayong moved his steps and ran over: "Ye Fan, don't pay attention to him......"

"Do you think I'm going to kill myself?"

"With your character, even if I commit suicide, you will not let Tang Qiqi go. ”

Ye Fan looked at Ling Qianshui to stay strong: "So I won't be stupid to be coerced by you." ”

"If you dare to hurt her, I swear to destroy your whole family and the whole chamber of commerce. ”

He had already made up his mind not to let Ling Qianshui live until tomorrow.

Ling Qianshui's eyelids jumped, his fingers loosened, and then he sneered: "Do you think you have a chance to kill me?"

Her smile suddenly grew strong and confident.

"I killed even Miyamoto, and you won't be far away......

Ye Fan felt a pain in his body halfway through speaking, and he instinctively reached out with his left hand and grabbed a knife stabbed in the back......

A katana.

The tip of the knife has been pierced into the back.

The hilt of the knife is held in a large hand.

Li Dayong.

"Uncle Yong?"

Ye Fan grabbed the blade of the knife and ignored the bleeding in his palm: "Why?"

Li Dayong's expression was painful, sweat trickled down, and when he heard Ye Fan's inquiry, the green tendons on his hands burst out, but the sharp blade was like a cast in the air, and it didn't move at all.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "I never thought that Uncle Yong would stab me." ”

No matter what the reason, this knife made his body ache and his heart hurt even more.

Li Dayong's expression became indifferent: "Ye Fan, you shouldn't come to Nanling......"

Ye Fan was empathetic: "I know, Uncle Yong, you must have a last resort, don't you?"

Li Dayong was silent for a long time, shook his head categorically, and said, "No!"

Ye Fan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and his face turned pale.

Li Dayong added: "You shouldn't be against the Blood Doctor, you really shouldn't." ”

Ye Fan suddenly hit a spirit:

"You're a wolf?"