"call."

Before the legs arrive, the leg wind arrives first. With the momentum, it makes people unable to guard against it.

Facing Jia Zihao's fierce kick, Ye Fan just turned his body slightly and dodged it easily.

Missing a hit, Jia Zihao followed up with his left leg, which was stronger than his right leg.

Ye Fan did not dodge this time and stretched out his arm to block lightly.

"boom!"

Jia Zihao's foot kicked Ye Fan's arm, making a dull sound.

When Jia Zihao felt numbness in his calf, Ye Fan stretched out his fingers in vain, wrapping around Jia Zihao's calf like a python.

Without waiting for Jia Zihao to retract his slender legs, he threw them hard!

"boom!"

Jia Zihao's body was immediately thrown out and hit the wall hard. The sound was very shocking.

The violent impact caused severe pain in Jia Zihao's shoulders and back.

But he was still a character. He didn't even blink an eyebrow. He straightened up like a carp, stood up again, and gritted his teeth:

"Son of a bitch!"

He yelled: "What on earth did you use to blow up Gatlin?"

He refused to accept it. He kept distance and took precautions against gunshots. Why did Gatlin's ammunition box explode?

Ye Fan smiled: "I will burn this answer for you."

Ye Fan made a mistake in his steps and rushed over, punching out with great force.

The moment he disappeared, Jia Zihao quickly swept back.

He tried his best to avoid Ye Fan's fatal blow.

At the same time, he endured the pain and flicked his hands suddenly, and two military spikes with blood grooves flew out from his cuffs.

Seeing two military thorns flying towards him, Ye Fan showed no signs of stopping.

He danced with one hand, twirled gently in the air, and two military spikes landed on the ground.

Jia Zihao's eyes changed rapidly several times.

"Is there any trump card?"

Ye Fan said calmly: "If you don't have other abilities, I believe you will die tonight."

"Go to hell!"

Jia Zihao was not depressed, he picked up a sharp dagger and stabbed Ye Fan fearlessly.

The cold dagger pierced Ye Fan with a chill, like a white light.

By momentum, fast and sudden.

"Whoosh——"

However, Ye Fan just dodged to the side, and then stretched out his left hand like lightning.

He grabbed Jia Zihao's wrist.

Instant power.

Jia Zihao's wrist was grabbed by Ye Fan, as if it was stuck in a pair of pliers. He tried to break free but couldn't move.

"ah--"

Later, his wrist could not bear the strength of Ye Fan's hand, and he instinctively let go of the sharp dagger.

The moment the dagger escaped Jia Zihao's hand, Ye Fan grabbed it.

Seize the blade with bare hands!

The next second, Ye Fan held Jia Zihao hostage in front of him, and Feng Qingyun said calmly:
Chapter completed!