These dozens of people are the top masters under his command, and it is not a problem to deal with one Ye Junlin.

"Kill him!"

Dozens of people used killing moves to kill Ye Junlin.

"Bang ......"

But the next moment, King Zhenjiang couldn't laugh.

His smile froze on his face, and his whole body froze.

Because there was an incredible scene in front of his eyes.

The dozens of people who had just gone to kill Ye Junlin flew back as if they had been hit by a car accident.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

……

One by one, they fell to the ground, their mouths gurgling with blood.

Their bodies twitched and struggled a few times, but all of them were silent.

Ye Junlin is still measured.

These people passed out.

Many of them have dozens of broken ribs.

Enough punishment for them, it is not necessary to kill.

"Huh?"

The scene in front of him shocked King Zhenjiang and his men.

How can this kid fight?

"Father, this kid is very capable of fighting, so I have to subdue him all at once!"

Wei Yifei suggested.

"Up! Everybody on me! ”

The king of Zhenjiang gave an order.

The hundreds of men under him all poured up, like a torrent.

Even the walls and gates of the courtyard were torn down.

"Two fists are hard to beat four hands, how can you fight again? I'm going to exhaust you to death with so many of them! ”

King Zhenjiang looked at Ye Junlin and laughed.

Wei Yifei also had an attitude of watching the play: "I see how good you can fight?" ”

He even leisurely lit a cigarette for the king of Zhenjiang.

The father and son leaned leisurely in front of the car door and watched.

Because there were so many people, there were hundreds.

They also don't see what the center of the battlefield looks like.

But they believe that Ye Junlin will either be beaten to death or exhausted to death.

They just have to wait for the results.

But a minute later, things were different.

They saw the crowd squirming and exiting the compound.

Through the gap in the crowd, the father and son saw a surprised scene - the ground of the courtyard was full of people, like a mountain.

Why is the crowd retreating, because the yard can't hold on.

There were people everywhere, and there were several layers stacked on top of each other.

Since he fell, he was defeated by Ye Junlin.

He's too strong, isn't he?

"Pop ......"

The cigarette butts in the mouths of the father and son fell to the ground together.

The two of them were sweating profusely on their foreheads, not hot, but frightened.

They finally saw Ye Junlin's figure.

It was a god of war.

Everywhere they went, they fell in droves.

A pair of iron fists are like the sharpest weapons, and when they fall on a person, they will definitely shatter the bones.

Ye Junlin killed hundreds of Zhenjiang kings with an invincible posture, and his subordinates were defeated and retreated.

Terror!

It's just horrible!!

Then they saw an incredible scene-