Ye Fan smiled coldly.

However, King Flo still doesn't believe it.

Still fantasizing about their ancestors.

"In this case, I will make you completely give up!"

Ye Fan's eyes are cold.

Then the knife was furious.

The vertical and horizontal sword runs across kilometers, and it directly split towards the Fero Shenshan in front of him.

Boom ...

The earthquake cracks, and the mountains and rivers collapse.

Ye Fanlian chopped several knives, as if cutting and cutting vegetables, directly put the Indian martial arts sacred land, Froor Shenshan razed the flat land.

"You ... you ..."

"Wang Ba egg!"

"Do you even destroy my ancestral land?"

The eyes of Floor's eyes were red.

Looking at the Indian country for thousands of years in front of him, there are countless mountains that record countless inheritance, and now they are all chopped by Ye Fan.

The thousand -meter mountain, the majestic peak, at this moment there are only a bunch of ruins.

King Froor's heart is dripping blood.

However, watching Shenshan was destroyed, their ancestors still did not appear.

At this moment, King Froor realized that Ye Fan was right.

The ancestors of the Indian country are afraid that they will never appear again.

The last hope was broken!

King Flo and Haibu, they are undoubtedly desperate.

It's like a person who falls into the water, grabbing the last straw.

But now, this straw is also broken.

It is conceivable that the despair of these people in the heart of Froor.

For a moment, King Flo felt tired.

Tired and weak, sweeping like a tide.

In the end, these Indian nations were gone without even standing. They took a step and collapsed on the ruins on the ground.

"Hahaha..."

"Ha ha ha ha.."

"It's the sky to die!"

"It's God's martial arts ..."

"I only hate my King Froor's incompetence, thousands of years of martial arts, but now I can destroy my hands."

King Flo suddenly laughed.

The weak and desperate voice was so sorrowful.

At this time, King Faro seemed to have been ten years old instantly.

It is estimated that before that, King Flo did not dream of it. They would destroy the hands of the country.

Humiliation, unwilling, despair, remorse ...

All kinds of emotions are full of King Froor.

Without self -consciousness, the old eyes of King Flo were already old tears.

"Chu Tianfan, you won ..."

"I wait, take the heart to take orally."

"Willing to die ..."

"But there is only one condition. Just after we die, you can let the other martial arts of our Indian State, the people."

"Master mistakes, this is all of our faults."

"It has nothing to do with others."

King Flo looked at Ye Fan and issued a request to death to Ye Fan.

Haib and Bay also begged Ye Fan.

"I ... I wait, willing to die ..."

"Just ask your hands to lift your hands, forgive me to India, the people's people ..."

These three people looked embarrassed, and they looked sorrowful.

All the final requests were sent to Ye Fan.

Later, the three even worked hard to drag the broken body and kneel on the ground.

Begging Ye Fan, merciless!

In this way, Ye Fan was expected.

He did not expect that the three titles of the Froor Palace of the Indian country without a blink of an eye. At the time of dying, there was this awareness.

Originally, he thought that King Froor and others would kneel on the ground like those masters before, and pushed all the mistakes to the burning sky.

It now appears that these people rank the leader of the Indian martial arts, but there are still a bit of righteousness.

As the saying goes, Ma Zhi will die, and its singing is also mourning. People will die, and their words are also good.

Ye Fan did not doubt, the truth of these three people.

Therefore, after seeing the three people who died, Ye Fan changed.

"I can promise your conditions."

"But the premise is that you also have to promise me a condition." Ye Fan looked at them with a smile, and she teased a bit in the eyebrows.

"What conditions?"

The three of Fro -King looked at Ye Fan, but felt doubtful.

The three of them really don't know what value is to Ye Fan.

All their chips were crushed by Ye Fan!

Now they are the fish on the cutting board, and they are slaughtered.

Ye Fan takes their lives, and they can be obtained at hand.

In this case, Ye Fan even asked them to agree to the conditions.

This has to make King Froor feel doubtful.

"My requirements are simple."

"You three, worship me as the main, the slave for me."

"Within fifty years, your three big names, you want to have a life to me!"

"I let you kill who you kill, who you kill."

"Where do you play!"

"This condition, can you agree?"

Ye Fanju looked at them and expressed his true intention.

Yes, Ye Fan is not ready to kill them.

The killing is not the point!

Sometimes, the crime is far better than death, which is even more unbearable.

Sure enough, after hearing this condition of Ye Fan, the three people who had already paid light life and death suddenly became angry.

"impossible!"

"Never?"

"I waited for three people, would rather die, and never slave!"

King Flo roared.

There is nothing to say in addition to nodding in Hailu and Bay.

Because King Froor said in a word, he directly represented Haiju and Bud.
To be continued...