A blow to Foshan Wuying's leg immediately reveals itself to the world.

The three major instructors attacked together, and the momentum of thunder was overwhelming.

The majesty brought about was like an ocean storm, sweeping the entire Jiangbei defense area.

"I go!"

"Is this the majesty of the chief instructor?"

"Sure enough, fierce and domineering, exquisite and extraordinary!"

As the three major instructors made their moves together, the power and power revealed made all the soldiers in the defense area feel ashamed and moved with emotion.

There are many people who show their eyes full of respect and admiration.

"It looks like that brat is finished."

"The three major instructors shot together, measuring his heaven-reaching fortune and astonishing cultivation. Facing the siege of the three major instructors, he must be doomed!"

While everyone was cheering for the strength of instructor Han Pingping, many people smiled gloatingly and looked at Ye Fan as if they were seeing a dead body.

Thinking about it, in their opinion, facing Ye Fan at this time, facing the encirclement of the three major instructors, there is only one ending, and that is death!

"Instructor Han, don't kill him directly, give me a sigh of relief."

Not far away, Lin Qinghe, who was watching the battle below, yelled with a grin. The old face was full of wanton looks of revenge.

Of course, he asked Han Ping to save Ye Fan's life, not because his conscience found out that he wanted to spare Ye Fan's death.

Rather, he didn't want Ye Fan to die so easily!

My friend died at the hands of Ye Fan, and even my son was beaten into a disability because of Ye Fan.

Even the Flying Eagle team, which he regards as glory and pride, was abolished by the Qinglong under Ye Fan's banner.

Almost all of his painstaking efforts were buried in Ye Fan's hands.

Under the new and old hatred, Lin Qinghe hated Ye Fan to the bone.

Even if Ye Fan were to die, he would have to be tortured to death by him.

"Brat, I want you to regret what you did!"

Lin Qinghe's brows were red, and he clenched his palms tightly. Because of resentment, his fingertips almost plunged into the flesh and blood, and the voice of resentment sounded quietly.

At this time, Han Ping's attack had already reached Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, who had been calm and silent all this time, shook his head and chuckled after seeing Han Ping's attack, "The firefly dares to compete with Haoyue!"

"Forget it."

"Today, I, Ye Fan, let you see the true majesty of this Dragon Lord!"

After the words fell, Ye Fan's brows and eyes suddenly turned cold.

The next moment, a violent storm blew up, and Ye Fan's power exploded immediately.

Under the dantian, Yun Dao Tianjue surged crazily. JrNovels.com