Of course, fortunately, Mark has forgotten him.

Otherwise, Ye Fan would probably have to beat him to death!

You know, back then Ke Zhe was ordered by the Martial Arts Temple to go to Jiangdong to capture Ye Fan.

Later, when Ye Fan was not found, he planned to kidnap Qiu Mucheng and force Ye Fan to show up.

Finally, Ye Fan arrived and cut off the arms of several masters in Yanxia to let them remember their lessons.

But obviously, Ye Fan's original kindness did not teach Ke Zhe any lessons, but instead deepened his resentment towards Ye Fan.

Therefore, this time Ke Zhe directly joined the camp of various countries and worked together with others to surround and kill Ye Fan.

I thought I could share some treasures and avenge my broken arm.

But who would have thought that Ye Fan is so powerful!

So powerful that one person can kill hundreds of people!

In despair, Ke Zhe had no choice but to kneel down and beg for mercy, begging Ye Fan for the sake of being a Yanxia warrior, the Sword Master and the Martial God Temple, to spare his life.

However, despite all his calculations, Ren Kezhe still made a mistake in his calculations.

That is, whether it is the Sword Master or the Martial God Temple, Ye Fan has no face at all.

On the contrary, Ling Ye Fan became even more angry!

"Let me give them face?"

"Back then, when the Sword Master led the Martial God Temple to surround me outside the country's gate, did they ever give me face?"

"They treat me like a monster and they want to get rid of me quickly. Now you want me to spare you for their sake?"

"What the hell is this?"

Ye Fan smiled coldly.

In his words, murderous intent raged.

"Just wait."

"When I finish the Truman affair, I will definitely kill the Martial Arts God!"

"Things that happened back then, and people back then, wouldn't just let it go."

"I have to give them an explanation in person!"

Every time Ye Fan thinks about what happened back then, he feels extremely angry.

That year, he just wanted to return to his country and his motherland.

And the Sword Master, the King of Fighters, they are nothing.

What right do they have to stop him from returning to his homeland!

When Ke Zhe heard this, he was undoubtedly stunned.

"You...you want to kill the Martial God Temple?"

"You are being disloyal and treasonous!"

"How can you be disloyal to your country?" Ke Zhe asked in fear.

Ye Fan sneered: "Don't put gold on Wu Shen Shen's face anymore."

"Return the country?"

"It's just a bullshit organization set up by a bunch of people. They can't represent the country, nor can they represent the people."

"Even if I, Chu Tianfan, destroy the Martial Arts Temple, my Yanxia Martial Arts can still be proud of the world, and my Yanxia people can still live in peace and harmony!"

Ye Fan thinks this is the most ridiculous thing.

The Sword Masters and others consider themselves the leaders of Yanxia Martial Arts and represent the national Martial Arts to the outside world.

But, can you really represent it?

Are they worthy of a group of short-sighted, submissive people who are blinded by their power?

"You...you...you are treasonous!" Ke Zhe didn't know where he got the courage to accuse Ye Fan of being disloyal to the Martial Arts God.

But Ye Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him.

He pointed his fingers together into swords and cut them down with one strike!

Stab!

Blood spurts out.

Grandmaster Ke Zhe, who was on the Yanxia Grandmaster List, died at this point.

With the death of Ke Zhe, this massacre came to an end.

Hundreds of strong martial artists from all over the world were killed without exception.

Yueyao and Nuoyan were completely stupid.

The two of them knew very well that if word of the killings here spread, it would spread.

After all, it was a global sensation!

When the time comes, the martial arts world that remains peaceful will surely stir up trouble again.

And the initiator of all this is the man in front of me.

After sweeping through enemies in all directions, Ye Fan did not stop, but carried his sword on his back and continued northward.

"Ye...Ye Fan, you...where are you going?" Yueyao suddenly caught up and asked.

"Yao'er, wait for me here."

"I went to slaughter the Foluo Palace and destroy the Yin Kingdom's martial arts."

Ye Fan didn't even look back, he picked up the knife and left.

Yueyao and Nuoya were stunned on the spot, their pretty faces pale and lifeless.

"Damn it, is this the rhythm of one person destroying a country?"

"I'm not as awesome as you!" The scalper was speechless for a while.

It looks right at people.

This Ye Fan is indeed a madman!
Chapter completed!