As long as it is Mo Fan's enemy, it generally does not end well, and Yuan Hong at this moment is the most true and cruel portrayal. He didn't kill people on the spot, but the means were more ruthless than killing, how many people can bear such pain and humiliation?

Pain, unspeakable, hate, but unable to do anything, regret, why do you underestimate the enemy... Yuan Hong's pain is hard to regret not at the beginning, but his suffering is only the beginning, if Mo Fan's various means are all right, he will regret why he is still alive.

Everything happened in a few breaths, and no one expected this to be the result, and it was too late for those who wanted to be rescued. In Mo Fan's hands, Yuan Hong's will be accompanied by endless suffering, and his desire to die has become an unattainable luxury.

Yuan Hong followed Yuan Siyu to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion as a waiter this time, and the ideal and ambition in his heart had not yet been realized but he broke his wings here, and he had to sigh that he had to make people happy, but he also had to say that Skynet was magnificent and negligent, and he had to pay the price if he did something wrong.

Yuan Siyu is a sword genius who is rare to see in a hundred years, and now she has comprehended the sword intent at the age of ten, so the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion dispatched the elders and true disciples to pick her up at the Yuan family in person. She watched Mo Fan use extremely murderous methods against her cousin, and she was terrified for a while, no matter how good she was now, after all, she was only a ten-year-old girl.

Seeing that Xiao Siyu was frightened, several people in the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion couldn't sit still, and Elder Pang Shijun stared at Mo Fan coldly and scolded: "Enough, don't hurry up and stop me, killing people is not enough, even if he has a great grudge against you, you shouldn't torture people like this? I also kindly remind you to leave a line in your work, and you will see each other in the future." Hmph!"

Ignoring the warning of Pang Shijun of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Mo Fan still went his own way, and smashed Yuan Hong's left arm with an evil smile, he shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent look and asked: "Senior, you are from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, right? Is it unfair for you to come out to be a good person now? Are you too lenient, hehe! I have a bad problem, I can't listen to others, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you! I'm sorry!"

The people of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion are respected wherever they go, even if they are subordinates, they are superior, Mo Fan's words stimulated their arrogant nerves, how could they have been so insulted, and they stood up one by one and scolded coldly. "Presumptuous!"

"Bastard, look for death!"

"What a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die!"

......

You scold as you like, Mo Fan laughed and tore off Yuan Hong's ears in response, and then smiled with a sarcastic tone: "Everyone, why didn't you see you when they did all the evil and lost their conscience? Put away your hypocritical faces, I'm just charging some interest now, I can't stand it, you are really good people, big good people!"

"Bastard, you're looking for death!"

With a cold word, Qian Xue's murderous intent was irrepressible, and his eyes flashed out. The sharp sword qi was approaching, Mo Fan sneered and was silent when he saw this, and grabbed Yuan Hong sideways as a human flesh sandbag in front of him.

"Ahh

Yuan Hong let out a slurred howl, and the transparent blood hole in his chest was gurgling and bleeding, and he died in two sounds. Mo Fan pretended to hug him and shouted loudly, "Poor Brother Yuan, you died so miserably! Little brother, I don't have any skills, and I am a master disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, I'm afraid I won't be able to avenge you, the only thing I can do now is to burn more paper money for you! Woo..."

Looking at Mo Fan, who pretended to cry, everyone felt as if 10,000 grass and mud horses were galloping by, and it was not a taste of embarrassment on their faces. Obviously he is the real murderer, but at this moment he is pretending to cry bitterly, what a brazen person can do such a thing!

Although Yuan Hong died, his suffering did not stop there, but fell into an infernal hell that made people even more desperate. Mo Fan secretly cast a spell to collect his soul with the "Soul Devouring Bead", how could it be possible if he didn't repair him well?

It is Mo Fan's style to repay the eye, and the destruction of form and spirit is Yuan Hong's destination, and the people of Wanjian Pavilion have also caused a commotion.

"Kill, kill, everyone run, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion are going to kill in Tianxiang Tower!"

Mo Fan howled loudly, and half of the people in Qinghai City knew that the people of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion had killed people in the city. One spread ten to hundred, everyone followed the sound to Tianxianglou to watch the excitement, for a while there were crowds, the world is so boring.

I never thought that Mo Fan would make such a move, Qian Xueyou and the others were stunned for a while, came back to their senses and shouted to shut up. But how could Mo Fan let him get his wish, he shouted more vigorously with an evil smile, he was not good at killing people because of his identity, of course he had to use this disgusting way.

Rumors stop at the wise, but most of the people in the world are mediocre. They often like to add oil and vinegar to the drama if they don't think it's a big deal, and after a few people's mouths, they all change their taste, they only believe in the truth they want, and they don't care about the truth or the consequences, which is called the fear of three people becoming tigers.

"Shut up!"

Pang Shijun roared with the loudest voice to suppress Mo Fan's voice, and at this moment, his face was full of black lines of anger, and he forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart and said angrily: "Stinky boy, I have never seen such a brazen person like you who reverses right and wrong, explain the truth in front of everyone if you know each other, otherwise you will definitely pay the price for your words and deeds!"

"Senpai, are you threatening me?"

Mo Fan smiled, without a trace of fear, he chuckled, "Senior, I'm just telling the truth, it's not okay for you to be so domineering! Everyone's eyes are bright, do you dare to say that my brother Yuan didn't die in the hands of your people in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? That sword qi is really fast and ruthless, and the juniors really sigh to themselves that it is better to bow to the wind! Hehe! Can you teach me?"

"You bastard!"

Pang Shijun was completely annoyed, and he scolded him angrily and raised his hand at Mo Fan. Seeing this, Mo Fan smiled evilly and repeated his old tricks, Yuan Hong's corpse was smashed into pieces by Pang Shijun's strong palm, and for a while, the minced flesh flew sideways and blood spilled into the sky, and the red and white were scattered all over the ground. In this bloody scene, many girls covered their chests and vomited when they saw this, and even some men couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Mo Fan was so angry that he couldn't pay for his life, and looking at Pang Shijun, who was about to explode, he still dared to speak out in a weird way, "Senior, you are so ruthless, the younger generation has been taught, it turns out that the destruction of corpses is like this!

"You're damned!"

Pang Shijun said word by word, and the three words "you should die" roared out, which shows how angry he is. He couldn't hold back the killing intent he forced anymore, and his cold eyes forced people to raise their hands and make a ruthless move in an instant, "Ten thousand swords are one!"