The next moment, everyone saw that the young man in front of him stomped his feet violently.

The earth trembled and the wind blew.

Thousands of fallen leaves rise with the wind!

Afterwards, Ye Fan waved his sleeve robe.

whoosh whoosh~

Those thousands of flying leaves flew out as if they were alive.

Fast as a streamer, as hard as a sword.

In the direction of the old man, swept away.

"No!"

"Stop~"

At the last moment, the old man cried out in despair.

But it's useless.

Thousands of flying leaves finally passed through his body.

In just an instant, the old man was hacked into pieces.

Countless blood lines spurted out from his body.

"This~"

"this..."

Dead silence, the audience is dead silent!

The Canadian strong man was stunned, his eyes full of horror.

An Qi was even more alarmed, she covered her red lips lightly with her jade hand, and stared blankly.

In the world here, there is only that young man standing with his hands behind his back.

His gaze is deep, as if piercing through time and space through the ages.

And in front of him, the old man knelt there, his life flowing like flowing water, crazily passing by.

Before he died, the old man almost exhausted his entire life, looked at Ye Fan, and asked tremblingly, "You...you...what the hell are you...who are you?"

Ye Fan had no expression on his face, and his red lips parted slightly: "Chu Tianfan."

What?

With just three words, to this old man, it was like a boulder falling into the sea, but in his heart, a huge wave was set off.

He trembled all over, his pupils constricted.

A pair of old eyes stared at Ye Fan firmly.

"you you..." JrNovels.com