The three of them fell to the ground with a plop.

The old man in green also had his eyelids twitching.

The next second, Ye Fan flew over and punched out.

"kill!"

The old man in green's face changed drastically. He didn't have time to shoot, so he stacked his hands and roared to block Ye Fan's fist.

"boom!"

As soon as the two fists touched, a huge explosion sounded.

Jiufeng and the others who fell to the ground felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and their vision went dark.

Like a magnitude 10 earthquake, everything jumped.

The entire castle was shaken suddenly.

Stone chips on the ground suddenly flew into the air.

There were cracks on the walls, and the glass of the windows was shattered to an unknown extent.

Ye Fan maintained a punching posture.

His fist hit the superimposed palm of the old man in green.

Time seems to stand still.

Then the hair on the back of the old man's head suddenly exploded.

Immediately afterwards, the clothes on his body ripped apart.

His hands also cracked and shattered.

"puff!"

The next second, the old man in green spurted blood and fell out, crashing into the wine cabinet like a cannonball.

With a crash, countless fine wines fell down, burying him inside.

After a long time, he finally sat up from the bottle with difficulty. His chest hurt and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

The ground is mottled and shocking.

"you lose!"

When Yuan Qingyi and the others swarmed in to capture Jiufeng and others, Ye Fan wandered over to the wine cabinet.

He looked at the old man in green and smiled faintly: "You lose!"

you lose……

Three simple words, but it shows that all persistence and efforts are in vain, and it also shows the tragic ending.

"Zhao Mingyue has a good son."

The old man in green shuddered, raised his head and sighed:
Chapter completed!