Nangong Hao fell straight down.
His eyes were wide open, his face was full of shock, indescribable grief and anger, and indescribable unwillingness.
He never thought that Mark would kill him like this, stabbing him to death in front of his mother and dozens of people.
But no matter how much he didn't believe it, no matter how much he didn't want to die, Nangong Hao still fell to the ground and gradually lost his life.
Everyone present was stunned, as if there were insects crawling all over their bodies, and an unspeakable chill spread up and down.
Ye Fan's viciousness, more directly pierced into everyone's hearts than his arrogance.
"Son! Son!"
Han Xiuli reacted and then yelled hysterically:
"Ye Fan, you deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
"Kill him, kill him, kill Mark and bury him with my son."
She completely lost her mind and issued orders to more than a dozen Nangong masters.
After hearing these words, dozens of onlookers rolled and crawled back to avoid damaging the fish pond and harming themselves.
The fifteen Nangong masters looked at each other, drew their weapons and rushed towards Ye Fan.
The sword flashed brightly, and his expression was cold and silent, but there was no lack of murderous intent.
"Swish swish——"
These people are all masters, their speed is extremely fast, and they are close to Ye Fan in an instant.
Huang Tianjiao subconsciously shouted: "Brother Fan, be careful."
"Whoosh——"
Ye Fan shook the blood from the fish intestine sword, then moved his steps and rushed into the crowd.
A sword swung out, filling the sky with white light.
"ah--"
The fifteen Nangong elite felt pain in their wrists, then their weapons fell to the ground and they screamed and retreated backwards.
"Whoosh——"
Before they could stand firm, Ye Fan rushed over again, and the sword light swept across their throats.
The bodies of the fifteen Nangong masters were shaken, and they fell straight up and flew out, blood spurting out from their throats.
In the blink of an eye, all fifteen people died.
"Go up, go up, kill him."
Han Xiuli was filled with grief and anger, and shouted to several masters around her: "Kill Ye Fan."
"Whoosh——"
Ye Fan turned around and flashed past several Nangong masters. Several streaks of blood flashed past, and the Nangong masters groaned and fell down.
It's all about sealing the throat with one sword.
Ye Fan didn't stop, moved his steps, and stabbed Han Xiuli fiercely.
"asshole--"
Han Xiuli's pretty face changed drastically, and she jumped backwards with all her strength.
Just halfway through the leap, she stopped because the fish intestines had pierced her throat.
Ye Fan said indifferently: "The love between mother and son is deep, I will help you."
Han Xiuli's eyes widened with disbelief on her face. She never thought that Mark would even dare to kill her.
She is Mrs. Nangong.
Where did Ye Fan get the courage?
It's just that no matter how ridiculous Han Xiuli feels, it doesn't help. She can only feel the vitality disappearing little by little.
Everyone around them felt as if they were struck by thunder, and their minds went blank.
Ye Fan even killed Mrs. Nangong.
There was a big fuss today.
"Ye Fan! Ye Fan!"
At this moment, a roar of grief and anger came from behind Ye Fan, with overwhelming hatred and murderous intent.
Ye Fan turned around and saw Nangong Xiong appearing with a few cronies.
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you."
Nangong Xiong, who was wearing Armani, had bloodshot eyes: "Kill him."
What anger could be greater than having his wife and children die in front of him?
He already knew that his wife and children were intercepting Ye Fan at the mountain gate, so he deliberately did not show up to let his wife and children teach Ye Fan a lesson. For this reason, he even pestered Jiu QianSui to talk about it.
Unexpectedly, his wife and children not only failed to destroy Ye Fan, but were also ruthlessly killed by Ye Fan.
He is sad, he is angry, and he wants to kill someone to vent his hatred.
"boom--"
Ye Fan didn't panic at all and lightly stamped his right foot.
He slashed at Nangong Xiong with his sword.
The two old Nangong men shook their right hands and attacked Ye Fan from both sides.
Just as they rushed to Mark's side, their bodies flew away, clutching their throats and falling to the ground.
Ye Fan's momentum did not diminish, he kicked his body and used the force to bounce up.
Cut down with a sword.
"Shu Zi!"
Nangong Xiong roared angrily, flipped his wrists, and put on gold gloves that were indestructible to swords and guns.
"when--"
Ye Fan struck the golden glove with a sword.
With a crisp sound, Ye Fan flew out, and Nangong Xiong grunted, falling more than ten meters before stopping.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.
How can this be?
Nangong Xiong was forced to retreat by Ye Fan?
Nangong Xiong was also a little unbelievable, because his golden gloves began to crack at this moment.
At this moment, he truly realized the terror of Ye Fan, who was even more terrifying than Dugu Shang.
"Ye Fan, I underestimate you, but if you kill my wife and children, you will die today..."
Nangong Xiong stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "You must die!"
But before he finished speaking, Ye Fan suddenly disappeared again.
There was an outpouring of murderous intent.
Nangong Xiong's expression changed drastically, and he smacked his hands forward.
"when!"
There was another loud noise, and another figure flew out in everyone's field of vision...
It’s Nangong Xiong!
At this moment, Nangong Xiong's hands were already bloody.
Dozens of spectators turned pale. This Ye Fan was too evil. Beating Nangong Xiong was as easy as beating a dog.
Nangong Xiong stared at Ye Fan: "Who are you?"
Ye Fan remained silent and lightly tapped his right foot again.
Not far away, Nangong Xiong's expression suddenly changed.
The next moment, he roared, and a powerful force was shot at Ye Fan.
However, as soon as this force appeared, it collapsed.
"Dangdangdang——"
Ye Fan slashed out thirteen swords in one go.
The sword is sharp.
Under everyone's gaze, Nangong Xiong retreated violently, and in the process of retreating, blood kept splattering on his body.
Tens of meters later, Nangong Xiong's body hit the mountain gate with a bang, and there were more than a dozen cracks on the wall behind him.
And there was a sharp sword against his throat.
Ye Fan looked at Nangong Xiong and smiled indifferently: "Do you have any last words?"
Nangong Xiong was extremely angry, but at the same time he was at a loss. Obviously, Ye Fan was more powerful than he expected.
Then, he coughed and shouted:
"Ye Fan, I am a veteran of the Martial Alliance. If you dare to kill me, I guarantee you..."
Before he finished speaking, the tip of the sword pierced his throat!
"flutter--"
Blood spurted out from Nangong Xiong's throat.
He stared at Ye Fan: "You...dare...to kill me?"
Ye Fan was expressionless: "Wouldn't this kill you?"
Nangong Xiong's body trembled, and he was so angry that his mouth and nose began to bleed, and his life flowed away faster.
"Don't worry, today, not only will your family of three be reunited, but your Nangong lineage will also be in order."
Ye Fan turned his head and glanced at everyone:
"Today, all the nephews and nephews of the Nangong family who appeared in Zhonghai will not survive!"
As the voice fell, he jumped up and crashed directly into the crowd of Nangong's nephews.
A ray of sword light shot out.
In an instant, screams continued to ring out all around, and streams of blood continued to splatter. The scene was extremely bloody.
After a while, more than thirty Nangong disciples were all killed.
"Shuzi——"
Nangong Xiong, who was left with only his last breath, screamed when he saw this, bleeding from all his orifices, and died with his head tilted...
"Boy, you are bullying others too much, you are too lawless..."
"No matter how bad Nangong Hao and the others are, you can't kill people like this..."
Seeing Mark being so ruthless, a middle-aged woman who was close to Nangong Xiong couldn't help but roar at Mark.
"flutter--"
Before she could finish her words, there was a sharp sound and fish intestines pierced her throat.
Ye Fan said calmly: "Did I let you speak?"
He hated people with double standards like this. Nangong mother and son kept silent when they besieged him, but now that he was alive, they pointed fingers and condemned him.
The middle-aged woman fell straight to the ground and died with her eyes closed...
"Let's go and see Nine Thousand Years Old."
Ye Fan tilted his head towards Huang Tianjiao:
"By the way, lift Nangong Xiong's head..."
