“Damn it!”
“These devils are playing dirty tricks!”
Seeing that Ye Fan’s body was locked, Aaron, Carlo and others were undoubtedly shocked.
I thought to myself that Ye Fan might be completely screwed this time.
Not only can’t escape, but now he is locked in chains, and his movements are restricted.
In this case, Ye Fan’s combat effectiveness will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.
Seeing, the situation is getting more and more serious.
Ye Qingtian and the others watched this scene, their hearts couldn’t help but clenched.
However, it is different from Ye Qingtian’s worries.
Ye Fan, who was on the cusp of the storm in the depths, was surprisingly calm.
There was neither happiness nor sadness on that delicate face.
Just like Wang Gujing, no matter how heavy the storm was, it didn’t cause the slightest disturbance in his heart.
He just stood there, holding the long sword, looking at the howling sword energy, looking at the soul-stirring sickle, looking at the eternal spear that locked fate.
Once again, facing desperation?
Once again, alone, facing thousands of wind and rain.
Chen Jiuzhou laughed that he must die, Carlo and the others felt that Ye Fan would not survive, and Ye Qingtian wanted Ye Fan to escape even more.
But will he escape?
of course not!
How could he, the majestic Dragon God Palace Master, flee before the battle?
In Ye Fan’s dictionary, there is never the word fear.
What are the shackles?
Just break free!
What are thorns?
Just crush it!
What is the enemy?
Killing is!
As those attacks got closer, Ye Fan’s power became more and more condensed.
The whole person is like a raging fire, burning more and more vigorously on the top of Kunlun.
In the end, the momentum is like a rainbow!
“Chu Tianfan, you really don’t want to see Huang He.”