"Swish!"
Ye Qingfeng harvested the last life, a total of seventeen people, all fallen under his Futu Sword.
"Does anyone still have complaints? If you want to kill me, step forward together!" Ye Qingfeng's gaze was calm.
The foreign martial artists trembled slightly, not daring to move, their trembling appearance made the Huaxia martial artists sneer repeatedly.
"Haha, well, well, indeed worthy of the title 'God of Killing', truly decisive. However, you only bully ants!"
At this moment, the Holy Son and Feipu suddenly rose from the lake, letting out a cold laugh.
"Ah, if you insist on seeking death, I'll grant it to you!"
Ye Qingfeng turned around, cold and indifferent, murderous intent icy on the Futu Sword.
Since I've given you the chance and you don't cherish it, you shall die, Ye Qingfeng's gaze was indifferent.
Europe is indeed strong, but no one can stop him if he wants to kill!
