Chapter 951

Wang Fan killed all the way, and there was a lot of blood.

In front of him, all the elite writers had fallen down, with broken limbs and arms, wailing for days.

The way they look at Wang fan is like looking at a devil.

This man is really too terrible and cruel.

Most people have mood swings even if they kill a chicken. But Wang Fan killed so many people. He didn't even move his eyelids. It was just like eating and drinking. How could it not be frightening?

The ground has been dyed red by blood, the smell of blood in the air, the atmosphere is more dignified.

When ouyan Changhong and ye Qiuji arrived at the scene, Wang Fan was the only one standing on the whole field.

Ou Yan Changhong's eyelids couldn't help shaking and looked at Wang Fan, "are you wang fan?"

There were questions, doubts and fears in his tone.

Although Wang Fan these two words have been deeply reflected in his mind, but he is the first time to really see Wang Fan.

Looking at Wang Fan, ouyan Changhong's heart is set off a storm.

He didn't expect that Wang Fan didn't die in the hundred thousand mountains, but he was just like a person who had nothing to do.

How is that possible?

Ye Qiuji also looks at Wang Fan with a shocked face, with envy, jealousy and hatred in his eyes.

He envies Wang Fan's strength and his youth, and hates Wang Fan for not paying attention to him. After all, if Wang Fan looks up to him, how can he be called "Ye Wang Ba"?

"Yes, I am Wang Fan." Wang Fan nodded and looked at ouyan Changhong, "are you ouyan Changhong? You are so brave that you dare to touch my brother Wang Fan. "

"When I destroyed the ouyan family, you were lucky to escape. Originally, I didn't intend to trouble you. But I didn't expect that you were provoking me. This time, I'm afraid you won't be so lucky. "

Wang Fan Light said, that expression, that tone, as if the face is not innate peak of the big master, but an ant can be trampled to death at any time.

Ouyan Changhong is trembling with anger when she listens to Wang Fan's words.

Wang Fan this is simply too don't put his Ou Yan Changhong in the eye, it is to his contempt.

He doesn't deny that Wang fan is powerful, but Wang Fan's tone of treating mole ants is still unacceptable to him.

Wang Fan didn't wait for ou Yan Changhong to speak, but looked at Ye Qiuji, "your name is Ye Qiuji? "Angry fist men?"

"That's right. I'm Ye Qiuji. I'm the eighth arrogant in the ranking of angry boxing." Ye Qiuji cold way back.

He stares at Wang Fan, the whole body breath has begun to surge, ready to attack.

Looking at Wang Fan, he has a feeling of blood boiling. He wants to step on Wang Fan.

Even if Wang fan is famous, even if Wang Fan destroys the ouyan family, even if Wang Fan kills Yan feizheng, ye Qiuji doesn't want to believe it from his heart.

How can Wang Fan, who looks younger than himself, be so powerful and do such crazy things?

It must be Wang Fan who used some mean means, it must be so!

Ye Qiuji comforted himself in his heart.

Wang Fan heard Ye Qiuji's words, smile, but it is sneer, "angry boxing door ranked eighth day arrogant, sounds like a cow fork ah."

"I killed a man named Yan feizheng the other day. I don't know if you know him. He said that he was arrogant on the fifth day of furquan. Is that true? "

Wang Fan's eyes are full of disdain, "if he is really arrogant in the fifth day of anger boxing, then the moisture of your anger boxing is really too big, and you ye Qiuji can't see enough in my eyes."

"On the fifth day, you were killed by me. On the eighth day, you are nothing but a fart in my eyes?"

Wang Fan didn't bother to pay attention to Ye Qiuji's gloomy face. He pointed directly to two people and said, "don't talk nonsense. Let's go together and avoid the trouble of killing one by one."

Wang Fan looks arrogant, arrogant tone, it is invincible.

Listen to this, although ouyan Changhong is angry, he can still suppress his anger.

But ye Qiuji can't help it any more. His mind blows and blows up completely.

As the pride of nuquan, he was born with the highest strength at a young age. How proud is he?

Which guwu family did he go to? Those guwu families had to be careful to wait on him and flatter him?

But now, Wang Fan tore up his pride and trampled his pride under his feet. How can he bear it?

Ye Qiuji, who has always been used to being superior and loved by thousands of people, can hardly calm down.

His face turned black in an instant, and his anger went up.

He pointed to Wang Fan and blurted out, "you don't need to join hands to kill you. I'm yeqiuji enough."

Having said that, his whole person then crazy toward Wang Fan rushed to kill in the past.

The fierce and unparalleled strength of Qi surged out of the whole body, and it was very murderous.Ouyan Changhong secretly scolds Ye Qiuji for being a pig brain, but he is forced by Wang Fan. But he wants to remind him, but it's too late.

Ye Qiuji has already rushed up regardless of everything.

Wang Fan looked at this scene, laughing, "it is worthy of the eighth day pride of anger boxing, this courage, I admire Wang Fan! In that case, I'll see if you have the ability to kill me. "

At the same time, Wang Fan, who had been prepared for a long time, had already stamped his right foot on the ground and set off a roaring sound burst to rush to Ye Qiuji.

His heart is in sneer, these angry boxing door so-called arrogance, is really brain damage very ah, random a stir, unexpectedly will be deceived.

Such goods, but also his mother's pride? What a Boo! If this kind of person is thrown into Africa, even if he is powerful, he will not live for half a month.

In the blink of an eye, ye Qiuji was close to Wang Fan. His eyes were ferocious and his face was twisted. With five fingers bent and fists waving, he set off a frenzy and swept to Wang Fan.

"Go to hell!"

The wind of boxing roared like a phoenix dancing a dragon and snake, making a loud crackling sound in the air. In an instant, it was interwoven into a real wind, heading for Wang Fan.

Wang Fan's eyes show surprise, it seems that he didn't expect that ye Qiuji had a bit of Taoism and used such a powerful fist.

However, in his eyes, although Ye Qiuji's fist is terrible, it seems a little flashy.

Without ou Yan Changhong watching from a distance, Wang Fan might have fought with Ye Qiuji for dozens of rounds, so as to have a good feeling of his boxing.

But now, Wang Fan has no mind at all.

He must explode Ye Qiuji in a short time, and then kill ou yanchanghong.

Otherwise, once the two join hands, it is bound to become trouble. If one is not good, he will be injured.

Wang Fan thought so in his heart. He didn't dodge half a minute. His whole body muscles were tightening wildly, and his inner Qi was encircling his right arm in an instant. Then he clenched his right fist and bravely came up with the wind of fury.

Whoa!

Wang Fan's fist rolls up to kill the potential, passes through the gap, in an instant then ruthlessly imprints on the Ye Qiuji fist tip.

Fight!

Bang!

With a loud noise, ye Qiuji's expression suddenly solidified and became stiff there.

He only felt a fury coming, could not help but spurt a mouthful of blood, and began to retreat.

Just as he retreated, he caught Wang Fan's sneer.

Ye Qiuji's eyelids jump hard, and suddenly he has a bad premonition.

"The eighth day of anger boxing? nothing more than this! You're on your way With Wang Fan's faint voice, the white light suddenly flashed, and ye Qiuji's head rose to the sky, and his head fell to the ground.

Just about to act, Ou Yan Changhong looks at this scene and suddenly becomes as stiff as if he had been cast a body immobilization curse. In the distance, his old face shakes violently.

The scalp is numb.

Not far away, Mrs. Wen looked at the scene and couldn't help but stagger to the ground, her legs wide open under her short skirt.

Regardless of the leakage of spring light, she covers her mouth, and at the same time, she feels that she will not be able to breathe