Chapter 150. Crazy, Ye Fan!

"Roar!--" Ye Fan roared and made a roar that was not like human beings, and then suddenly became bigger in everyone's trembling eyes!

"Roar! Roar!--" In the roar, Ye Fan's body slowly became bigger.

Five meters, ten meters, twenty meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters!

His body has become 100 meters bigger, like a hill, surrounded by black gas, exuding a sense of cruelty.

"This... This is... Asura! No, it's impossible!" Qi Li let out a scream, as if a mouse saw a cat, and unexpectedly chose to run away directly.

"Rumble!" Ye Fan took a step step, crossed hundreds of feet of distance, and grabbed Qi Li with his hands. The strong pressure permeated the whole sky, and a sense of nobility and pressure from the depths of his soul directly suppressed Qi Li's motionless.

Qi Li trembled in his palm, like a frightened mouse.

"Bum!" Ye Fan raised his huge arm and threw Qi Li on the ground heavily.

The latter was knocked to death. If it hadn't been for the strong body of the ice demon family, his internal organs would have collapsed and died.

Qi Li looked at Ye Fan, who turned into a giant, in horror. The suppression of the subordinate of the demon clan made him feel extremely afraid.

"No, don't come over." His voice is small and pitiful, like the sound of mosquitoes.

Then a huge big foot stepped on his leg fiercely.

"Cock!" There was a sound of bone breaking, and the foot was directly stepped into meat mud. The people who heard it were cold, and their kneecaps were a little soft, as if it was not Qi Li who stepped on them.

"Ah!--" Qi Li immediately howled, and the physical pain stimulated his fragile nerves.

"Cock!" There was another sound of bone breaking. Ye Fan stepped on his hands and ruined his hands. At this moment, Qi Li's limbs were all useless, lying there motionless.

Then, a stream of black gas gushed out of his body to repair the wounds in his body. Ye Fan did not take action and looked blankly at the black gas to repair his body.

Qi Li looked desperately as his hands and feet grew out again. He was usually proud of his ability. At this moment, it was so ironic.

Then another heavy foot...

"Cock!"

One more foot

"Cock!"

......

After his hands and feet were broken four times, Qi Li's black gas was finally exhausted. He lay on the ground and no longer struggled.

A black gas gushed out of Ye Fan's body, and the black gas shot into Qi Li's body. Unlike the black gas on Qi Fan's body, the black gas on Ye Fan's body seemed to be higher. In just a moment, Qi Li's injury recovered.

"Rumble!" Ye Fan's face suddenly became ferocious and kept stepping on Qi Li's body. Suddenly, his flesh and blood splashed and his bones were everywhere. The air is full of the smell of blood.

Those onlookers who watched the battle had already vomited. Now when they see this bloody and brutal picture, there is another burst of vomiting. Originally, it was disgusting for the human body to be stepped on like this. At this time, Qi Li's body was ten meters in size. When he stepped on it, his flesh and blood splashed, which was simply full of blood and blood were flying, not to mention that it was constantly regenerated. , step on it again.

Qi Li was so painful that he fell into a coma and woke up again. After dozens of round trips like this, he shouted loudly.

"Kill me, please kill me." His expression was painful, and his eyes were full of pain and despair. I just want to die.

The answer to him was a giant foot.

"Kka."

......

Ye Fan vented for an hour. Qi Li was in a coma countless times, but he woke up in pain. At this time, death was a luxury for him. It turned out that sometimes death was a happy thing.

The people around him have already vomited and had nothing to vomit. Even if he is a tough man, he will have a nervous breakdown when he sees such a tragic killing.

Finally, Ye Fan stopped killing and stepped on his head in Qi Li's "happiness" eyes. Squeak!" His head suddenly cracked, and his head was bleeding. Qi Li's whole face was trampled and deformed. His eyes even fell out, and his blood flowed all over the ground.

"Roar!" Ye Fan roared to the sky, and two lines of tears flowed out of his dark and deep pupils. The black gas on his body suddenly burst out, like a peerless demon king, and the flesh and blood corpses under his feet were completely spread all over the ground.

The black gas on Qi Li's body suddenly formed a human face, and a human face was faintly visible shaking.

Ye Fan's huge hands grabbed the black gas, his face twisted and struggled, and was finally forcibly stuffed into his body by Ye Fan.

The blood on the ground disappeared into the black iron sword one after another. A small blood-colored spring slowly poured into the black iron sword. The sword body trembled and made a cheerful cry. The blood line in the center of the sword had become extremely crimson. The red made people's heart tremble, and all the blood-colored spring water poured into the black iron sword.

The black iron sword suddenly suspended on the void, and then the blood-red line in the center slowly cracked a small gap, and something seemed to come out.

The mysterious thing slowly emerged, and finally half of it was exposed, and the other half was deeply embedded in the sword, which was a blood-red eye!

This blood-red eye exudes an atmosphere that can make people degenerate, chaos, despair, fear and pain.

Several people suddenly went crazy in the distance.

"Kill!--" A man suddenly went crazy and suddenly attacked the people around him, which scared the people around him.

"Brother Fang, what are you doing? Stop it quickly." His partner was so angry that he was accidentally cut in the shoulder and blood flowed.

The man didn't seem to hear what the people around him were saying at all. He randomly cut at the people around him, and finally was slapped on the head by a strong man and died.

Another person suddenly picked up a knife and cut it fiercely at his neck.

"Wo." Blood splashed, the head fell to the ground, and a pair of eyes revealed despair until death.

"Ah, don't come here." The other person suddenly shouted in fear and was afraid of the air in front of him, as if something was chasing him, which made him afraid.

"Don't come over, don't, don't!" The man's eyes became more and more afraid. In the end, he was scared to death. His eyes were violent, and he looked like he had experienced great fear before he died.

The last person suddenly hugged his head and screamed and rolled all over the ground.

"It hurts, it hurts, ah! Kill me." The man's head kept hitting the ground, as if it could relieve his pain. Even if the head was broken, he still refused to stop. In the end, his head was smashed by himself, and then he died miserably.

The people around them retreated in fear and did not dare to approach the four people. Some people will find that these four people had looked at each other with the bloody eyes before they died, so they came to such an end.

The bloody eyes of the black iron sword slowly closed, slowly sank into the gap, and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"The demon is born, you Taoist friends, this person must be a demon. The death of the four people in the same way is the best proof, and you must not let him harm the world. Ladies and gentlemen, let's kill demons with me. A man suddenly shouted loudly, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"This Taoist friend is right. If such demons are not eliminated, it will set off a bloody storm in the future. How many people will die in the hands of this demon." Another person shouted.

"That's right. This demon harms four people in the same way. It will definitely kill us later. Instead of leading the neck and waiting for killing, it's better to rise up and resist. There are many of us. Don't be afraid of him." Another person shouted.

"Well said."

"It's indeed a demon."

"You can't let him harm the world."

......

The three people showed a successful smile at the corners of their mouths. They looked at each other and made a gesture, hiding in the crowd.

The leaders of several sects looked at each other, and a strange look flashed in their eyes. They were keenly aware that something was wrong and that a sense of conspiracy was brewing.

Ye Fan still stood there, devouring the black fog of Qi Li. His body was shining with a dark luster. Every black gas that fell into his body would be used to transform his body and make his body stronger.

The leaders of several sects have restrained their disciples not to act rashly and watch the changes of the situation. Although the people below are quite complaining, the majesty of the leader was soon suppressed.

"Kill!" A group of people killed Ye Fan, and all kinds of true qi, weapons and moves hit him.

Ye Fan was originally closing his eyes to absorb the black gas of Qi Li. As soon as he was disturbed by them, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his face showed a strong murderous intention.

He saw his right hand bent into a fist and suddenly hit their attack, and a ten-person-sized fist greeted them fiercely.

Those fancy attacks are almost broken at a touch, and the weapons are directly smashed into a ball of scrap iron, and those true qi only burst out on the surface of the fist like fireworks, but they can't shake Ye Fan's right fist at all, just like fireworks, constantly blooming.

Ye Fan roared, as if he had been provoked. The desire to kill in his heart was wave after wave, completely uncontrollable. At this moment, there was only killing in his heart, killing all the people he saw in front of him.

He ran quickly to the crowd, with a strong wind and punched them. Suddenly, several people couldn't escape and were directly smashed into a ball of meat pie.

"Escape, run away quickly." Everyone scattered as birds and beasts. Looking at the demon-like Ye Fan who could not be fought at all in front of them, they could only escape quickly.

Ye Fan chased angrily and killed dozens of people in a short time. His hands were covered with flesh and blood, corpses, broken arms, heads, and then the blood was absorbed by the black iron sword.

"Evil!" A mid-pit breath sounded.

Several old men with swords on their backs appeared in front of Ye Fan, and the breath of each of them was not lower than that of Lei Yun Daoren.

Then a team of troops in gold armor surrounded Ye Fan, and the leader was the emperor of Leifeng Kingdom! He was surrounded by a group of old people with a deep breath, all of whom were at the end of their status. The power of such a group of people united can be imagined.