Chapter Eighty-Seven: You Have Only One End, Death!

Then, a feeling of weightlessness came.

The Scorching Blood Heavenly King suddenly realized that he seemed to be blown away by Ye Chuan's palm!

After reacting, the Scorching Blood King realized that he had drifted into the air at this time, and it was only at this time that an extremely intense pain came from his chest.

The Blood King wanted to move, at least the posture in which he fell to the ground didn't look so embarrassed.

But he couldn't do it at all.

"Bang!"

His body fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a circle of dust.

Facing Ye Chuan, who was constantly approaching him, the Blood King wanted to struggle to get up, but found that he seemed to have lost control of his body!

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get up.

This scene also made the pupils of the cold-blooded king on the side shrink suddenly.

What the Cold-Blooded Heavenly King himself didn't realize was that at this time, there was an imperceptible fear in his expression!

Moreover, the cold-blooded king had to admit it.

In his heart, after Ye Chuan finished the palm just now, the image of the mysterious master had slowly overlapped with Ye Chuan!

"Who the hell are you?!" The Cold-Blooded Heavenly King spoke slowly, and there was no trace of contempt and indifference in his voice.

But Ye Chuan just glanced at him and didn't mean to answer him.

In the next second, Ye Chuan dodged out directly from the spot and instantly rushed in the direction of the Cold-Blooded Heavenly King.

His speed was too fast, so fast that the Cold-Blooded Heavenly King couldn't react at the first time, and by the time the Cold-Blooded Heavenly King realized that something was wrong, Ye Chuan had already come to him!

As soon as the cold-blooded king's pupils shrank, he was about to pull away, but Ye Chuan didn't give him this opportunity, and even if he made a brazen move, he smashed a punch towards the cold-blooded king's eyebrows.

The Cold-Blooded Heavenly King couldn't dodge, so he could only choose to tilt his head back to avoid the blow.

However, just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt an extremely strong wind coming from the right side of his body.

The Cold-Blooded Heavenly King's gaze subconsciously shifted to the right, and then he was horrified to see an incomparably sharp whip kick coming towards his waist and abdomen.

In order to dodge Ye Chuan's punch just now, he had already let his body fall back, and at this moment, in the face of this kick, the cold-blooded Heavenly King couldn't do too many dodging actions at all, he could only forcibly manipulate his body and bend slightly.

However, even so, he couldn't avoid the force of the kick.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

The dull sound was followed by a crisp explosion, and the cold-blooded king was kicked upside down and flew out.

In the process, he also clearly felt that his ribs had been broken!

"Bang!"

The cold-blooded Heavenly King's body fell to the ground heavily, and the expression on his face became extremely frightened.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he supported his body, stood up a little embarrassed, took a deep breath, and finally saw no indifferent look on the face of the cold-blooded Heavenly King, but asked with some politeness: "This little brother, who are you sacred?" ”

Ye Chuan didn't answer, just looked at him indifferently.

The cold-blooded Heavenly King's heart sank slightly, and the politeness on his face slowly retracted, and then he said in a deep voice: "What happened to you and me today, I think it should be just a small misunderstanding, and we don't need to let this misunderstanding continue." ”

"We can act as if it hadn't happened."

"After all...... If we fight to the end, I'm afraid you'll pay a lot of money, don't you think? ”

At this time, the cold-blooded Heavenly King had completely lost the mind to fight Ye Chuan.

He didn't care about being shocked at all, why could the incomparably young Ye Chuan have such terrifying combat power, he just wanted to stay away from this guy whose combat power was so terrifying that it was a little exaggerated!

Hearing this, Ye Chuan shook his head lightly.

The mood of the cold-blooded heavenly king suddenly sank a little.

The Scorching Blood King on the side also stood up with his body at this time: "Boy, do you really want to fight us to the end?!" ”

Although the two knew that Ye Chuan's strength was far from being comparable to them, as the Heavenly King, they still had a pride in their hearts, and this pride made them unwilling to grovel and beg Ye Chuan for mercy in this situation.

Hearing this, Ye Chuan just nodded lightly: "You should know that from the time you found this place to take revenge, you have only one ending: death." ”

As soon as the word death blurted out, Ye Chuan's figure suddenly moved.

In an instant, his body had instantly arrived in front of the Cold-Blooded Heavenly King, and this time his speed was much faster than just now.

Before the Cold-Blooded Heavenly King could react, Ye Chuan's palm had already landed on his forehead.

"Click!"

The sound of the skull shattering followed, and the cold-blooded Heavenly King suddenly bled out.

Vitality quickly drained from his eyes after that.

The Cold-Blooded Heavenly King's body stiffened, and in the end, he also fell to the ground suddenly under the Burning Blood Heavenly King's incredulous eyes.

This scene made the expression on the face of the Scorching Blood Heavenly King suddenly become frightened: "You...... How dare you really kill him?! ”

Ye Chuan didn't answer, answering these questions seemed pointless to him.

His body dodged again, and then a punch slammed out.

With his precautions, the Blood King blocked the first punch.

But then Ye Chuan had already raised his kick again and kicked it in the chest of the Scorching Blood King.

Taking advantage of his loss of balance, Ye Chuan dodged again, and his fists slammed into the temples of the Scorching Blood King on both sides.

"Bang!"

The Blood King's pupils shrank, and his vitality quickly began to fade.

It was almost the same as the cold-blooded king, and his body was lying on the ground stiffly.

Ye Chuan looked at the two corpses in front of him, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate much.

For Ye Chuan, the two of them were the same as the two previous Heavenly Kings, whether it was strength or others, they were not the slightest bit worthy of Ye Chuan's interest.

The reason why he would make a move was because these people disturbed his peace.

Thinking about it, Ye Chuan slowly stretched his waist.

Just as he turned around and was about to go home, a loud shout suddenly sounded behind him: "Stop! ”

Ye Chuan was slightly stunned, he felt that this voice seemed a little familiar?

Thinking of this, Ye Chuan subconsciously frowned slightly, and turned his head to look behind him.