Flesh and blood were mixed, and the rain fell, dripping that Mike Jones all over his face.

Dead silence, the audience is dead silent!

At this moment, the whole world seemed to press the pause button, the wind stopped whistling, the grass stopped swaying, and the world here was completely silent.

Everyone froze in place, almost forgot to breathe because of the tremor.

Before this, no one thought that it would end like this.

One finger, yes, one finger.

He directly beat this mighty Truman elder!

What is crushing?

This is crushing!

What is the end of abuse?

This is so called abuse!

Just one face-to-face, one confrontation, within three seconds, the battle was over.

The young man in front of him directly swept away all the enemies in front of him with a destructive force.

What martial arts master?

What Elder Truman?

In front of this young man, he was like a pig and dog, vulnerable to a single blow.

Ye Fan's strength undoubtedly deeply exceeded all expectations.

Everyone, as if struck by lightning, stood there blankly.

Looking at the blood rain, it rained down.

"Ah~"

"My legs, my legs~"

After one finger fell, the Seventh Elder's leg was blown off, but he didn't die.

It just fell to the ground, holding the wound and howling terribly.

That voice was heart-piercing.

It is conceivable what kind of pain he is going through now.

However, these seven elders are worthy of being grandmasters. With such injuries, if they were ordinary strong, they would have died long ago.

However, the old man still shouted and struggled with all his strength.

As the saying goes, it is easy to defeat a grandmaster, but difficult to kill a grandmaster. The scene before him is undoubtedly the best proof.

However, Ye Fan obviously didn't intend to stop there.

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