An Qi beside Ye Fan seemed to feel the terrible oppression from the other party. Her little face was pale and her original smile immediately dissipated. Perhaps because of fear and fear, her little hands tightly grasped the corner of Ye Fan's clothes.

Ye Fan also pulled Angel behind him at this time to deal with possible emergencies at any time.

At the same time, Ye Fan looked forward and asked expressionlessly: "Who are you?"

The man shook his head, smiled, raised his footsteps and walked slowly towards Ye Fan.

“It doesn’t matter who I am.”

"You just need to know that today, you will die under my hands."

"Of course, I miss you as a junior. I can give you a chance to keep your entire body, which can also be regarded as giving you Yanxia Ye Qingtian a face."

With a chuckle, the man stomped his feet violently.

Immediately afterwards, there was only a buzzing sound.

Who would have thought that a warrior in the crowd would be shocked directly from the sword in his hand.

It suddenly unsheathed and then flew directly into the middle-aged man as if he was being pulled.

He took the sword and threw it at Ye Fan's feet.

"Hold it and commit suicide."
Chapter completed!