The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1143 Really Unstoppable

The first thousand and 140 six chapters are really unstoppable

"how can that be?"

Long Phor Pan also looked at Ye Fan in shock.

Not only was he repulsed by Ye Fan's punch, but the tiger's mouth was in excruciating pain, and even a trace of blood oozed out.

"For a guy who has just been promoted to Dacheng for a few months, why is his speed and strength so terrifying?"

"Could it be that I underestimated the enemy?"

Not only did he advance to the Dacheng Realm early, but he has also continuously tempered his body and repaired his blood over the years, and he has already trained his muscles into copper skin and iron bones.

So Ye Fan repelled him with one move, hurt him, and shocked him beyond words.

But he quickly regained his composure, grasped his hands, the redness disappeared, the pain disappeared, and he returned to his original state, as if he had not been injured.

Ye Fan looked at him and said lightly: "If you only do this, you will disappoint me."

The woman in purple was very angry when she heard the words: "Shut up! Master, this is a starting move, and he hasn't used his ultimate move yet."

Ye Fan looked at Long Po Pan and smiled: "Really? Then let you do another trick?"

"I don't know how high the sky is!"

Luang Phor Pan's face darkened, and her figure flickered.

He instantly turned into dozens of phantoms, attacking Ye Fan from all directions.

"It takes a lot of thought!"

"Howl!"

A bloody ray of light, accompanied by a mournful scream, slashed towards Ye Fan like a rainbow.

As the blade approached, it suddenly became much brighter, and blood flowed faintly on the surface.

The light in Ye Fan's eyes brightened, and he moved his footsteps, showing the Windward Willow Step.

"boom!"

The bloody light descended from the sky, slashing at Ye Fan's phantom with all its strength.

Although the opponent missed the knife, Ye Fan, who had a calm demeanor, still felt a shock all over his body.

Under the shock of this attack, both feet took a small step back.

At the same time, Qi and blood rolled.

Withstanding the area where the blade was slashed, a piece of rock showed signs of cracking.

A piece of Ye Fan's clothes and a few strands of hair also shattered and flew away in the air current.

So terrifying.

But that's all, Long Po Pan's knife still didn't hurt Ye Fan.

"what?"

The woman in purple and the others exclaimed again, unable to believe that Ye Fan avoided the second knife again.

Long Phor Pan's eyelids twitched as well.

This kid's defense is so strong, he used two killing moves in a row, but he didn't expect to hurt Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked at LP Pan and said indifferently: "The number one expert in Xiang Kingdom, that's all."

"One knife, misty rain!"

"Whoosh!"

The sound of killing sounded, and the treasured sword in Long Po Pan's hand showed the third sword again.

At this moment, Luang Phor Pan's treasured sword was blood red, and the surrounding rain water was also shining red.

"Master, no!"

Seeing this, the woman in purple yelled out in amazement:
"This knife is not easy to control."

This knife, when displayed is earth-shattering, not only will it kill the enemy, but it will also injure innocent people if you are not careful.

Because it is so powerful that it is difficult to control.

LP Pan grinned grimly: "There is no retreat at all."

Since his debut, he has been admiring Xiangguo, and he has never lost a single game, even when he was alone against 72 masters.

Now he has suffered a great loss from a kid from Shenzhou, how can he continue to be enshrined in Xiangguo if he doesn't kill him?
Seeing that she couldn't persuade Master, the woman in purple could only yell at Ye Fan:
"Bastard Ye Fan, why don't you just catch him?"

"Once Master unleashes Fengyun's third sword, not only will you die, but you may even level the mountain."

"You still haven't given up resistance?"

The woman in purple was furious: "You want to drag us to be buried with you, this is a selfish act."

"Idiot, let's not say that your master became angry with embarrassment, even if you are buried with him, it is your own fault."

Ye Fan sneered: "Besides, don't say one knife, even ten knife, your master can't kill me."

"I dodged his two tricks, but I learned his essence."

"Also flatten the entire mountain?"

"You think too highly of your master."

Ye Fan raised his hand to Luang Phor Pan: "For him, I can blow him up with one punch."

"One knife, misty rain!"

Long Po Pan was furious by Ye Fan's stimulation, and rushed out with a knife.

A burst of red light shot at Ye Fan in an instant.

At the same time, the rain in the sky was also reflected red, as if turning into a sharp knife, swishing towards Ye Fan.

The sky is full of swords and rain, piercing the wind and piercing the rocks.

The purple-clothed women's cheeks were tingling, and they all backed away in fear, hoping that they would not involve themselves.

It’s over.

This shot fell, if Ye Fan couldn't stop it, they would also be affected.

And can Ye Fan stop it?
Obviously not.

"Whoosh-"

Long Phor Pan is here in a flash!
Ye Fan's eyes flickered with fire.

With this knife, he clearly felt an unprecedented murderous aura that would never stop.

Many trees and stones around him were shot by the rain of knives, and all of them had a lot of knife marks.

Thick and dense, shocking.

The destructive power caused by Long Po Pan's knife was completely beyond Ye Fan's imagination.

Ye Fan evaded with the windward willow step, but was still caught by a few drops of knife rain, his clothes were torn, and his skin was in severe pain.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, he slapped his right hand, and the fish intestine sword was in front of him.

"Dangdangdang-"

A burst of red light came.

The scimitar slashed against the sword, and with a loud noise, it stopped in the air.

The women in purple have dry mouths:

Catch it again?

Luang Phor Pan's eyes also widened, and it was hard to believe that Ye Fan could block it.

"It's my turn!"

Before LP Pan could react, Ye Fan roared, "Break it!"

He punched Luang Phor Pan out.

"asshole!"

Long Phor Pan's expression changed again, unexpectedly Ye Fan still had the strength to resist.

Faced with a punch that comes later, or a close-up punch, he can only block it with a sword.

"Boom."

There was a loud noise, and a terrifying force spewed out from Ye Fan's fist, and hit Luang Phor Pan's sword fiercely.

Luang Phor Pan snorted, her eyes hurt, and she fell out dragging her legs on the ground.

The purple-clothed woman and the others exclaimed, "Master!"

They watched this scene in amazement. They never expected that Ye Fan could not only block the master's third strike, but also counterattack to force the master back a few meters.

"Boy, damn you!"

Luang Phor Pan was suffering again and again, shouted violently, and was furious.

"Fengyun's fourth knife, one knife with nothing left to hate—"

"Leave you free to hate!"

Before Long Po Pan could use the fourth sword, Ye Fan jerked his body.

Like a phantom of light, he appeared in the sky above Luang Phor Pan in an instant.

His face was full of indifference, and he stepped on it with all his strength, as if crushing an ant.

This kick, like an ancient beast, carried an immortal fighting spirit.

"No!"

Luang Phor Pan's face turned loud, and he blocked the knife again, but just after touching it, he screamed again.

Can't stop it, really can't stop it.

When the precious knife snapped, his right hand also snapped, and blood spewed from his mouth and nose.

Long Po Pan was filled with grief and indignation, he had killed many strong men with this knife and this hand.

But in front of Ye Fan's foot, he was like a vulnerable ant.

Immediately afterwards, after Ye Fan stepped on his treasured sword and right hand, his aura continued unabated and he went straight into his chest.

"Boom."

The puddle vibrated and splashed mud and water.

Luang Phor Pan's sternum was broken and blood spurted wildly, and she fell on all fours in the puddle.

His indescribable grief and indignation were also endlessly sad, but more of it was shock.

He has already discovered that Ye Fan's skill is by no means a master of his realm, but to be able to beat himself like this is at least the pinnacle of his realm.

At this age, at this level, she is too monstrous and perverted.

Luang Phor Pan was exhausted.

Seeing this, the purple-clothed women were also cold all over, and tightly covered their small mouths.

The dignified dragon mother-in-law Pan, the number one expert in Xiangguo, was stepped into a puddle by Ye Fan?
It's just unbelievable.

But the cruel reality is in front of him, Luang Phor Pan is trampled over by Ye Fan like a dead dog.

"It's time to end."

After Ye Fan calmly landed, he took two steps forward and stepped on Luang Po Pan's throat.

"Do not--"

Luang Po Pan's heart trembled, and she roared angrily, pressing on with all her strength, trying to block Ye Fan's foot with her left hand.

But just as he raised his left hand, Ye Fan had already crushed his throat.

"Crack!"

A sharp sound stopped all movements of Luang Phor Pan.

Luang Phor Pan didn't shout or struggle, but suddenly lost all strength and fell back to the ground.

His eyes were full of aggrieved and angry, staring at Ye Fan, full of despair, doubt and hatred...

He didn't seem to believe that Ye Fan killed him like this.

"Whoosh-"

Ye Fan didn't stop for a moment, he picked up the Yuchang sword and waved it.

"flutter--"

The head of the dragon mother-in-law fell to the ground.

The woman in purple yelled hysterically: "No—"

The subdued women raised their guns subconsciously.

Cold light flashed.

Countless shattered blades flew out.

"what--"

The purple-clothed woman screamed and fell to the ground clutching her throat.

Ye Fan didn't even look at it, and walked away...

The wind and rain are tightening.

(End of this chapter)