The strongest god-level bear child system

Chapter 648 Demon God
"This is impossible. Er Mazi is a seventh-level Nascent Soul, and the big knife in his hand is a fourth-level high-grade magic weapon that he snatched earlier. He is an invincible existence in our village. How could he be empty-handed by a brat? Grab the big knife!"

"Damn, my eyes must be lying to me, I must have hallucinations, what the hell is this, a six-year-old child, under the attack of the seventh-level Nascent Soul, was unscathed, and he can still catch the sword with his bare hands. "

"What the hell is empty-handed to catch the sword, this fucking only uses two fingers!"

The bandits around were all stunned at the scene in front of them, their jaws almost dislocated, they all looked horrified and said inconceivably.

As a bandit in Yexingzhai, burning, killing and looting is just a small trick, but occasionally massacring the city and robbing the rich and noble children is the real strength.

What they see and so-called is not comparable to that of ordinary people. They have traveled hundreds of thousands of years, experienced countless dangers, experienced countless experiences, and have never seen this scene before.

If it weren't for the fact that their concentration is still good and their mood is still stable, they would probably have been so shocked that they would have fallen to the ground.

"Crack!"

Ye Xiaofan indifferently felt the horror of the people around him, lightly squeezed his two little fingers, and in their eyes, the extremely hard fourth-order high-grade magic weapon broke into two halves with a click.

"Crack!"

The remaining force of the broken knife was transmitted to the bandit's arm, directly breaking the bandit's muscular arm, and the bones shattered into powder.

"what!!"

The bandit screamed in pain again, kneeling on the ground with both legs, his face was full of pain, his expression twisted, his burly body trembled, and his heart was wrapped in endless fear.

He has never felt this kind of feeling since he was born. Only when he crushes other people's bones, when he sees others screaming in pain, he feels very refreshed and enjoys that feeling.

Time was turned back, Feng Shui took turns, this feeling fell on him now, that kind of heart-wrenching pain, like silver needles stuck in his arm, as if his arm was about to explode, the pain was extremely painful.

He was scared, really scared, this was the first time he felt scared in his hundreds of years as a bandit, and it was still the kind of fear that doubted life.

There is an illusion that in front of a child like Ye Xiaofan, he seems to have been born to make up the numbers.

When the surrounding bandits heard the heart-piercing screams, their scalps went numb, and they all froze in place, not daring to take a step forward.

To them, Ye Xiaofan is really terrifying, even scarier than a devil, his seemingly weak little fingers can directly pinch a fourth-order high-grade magic weapon.

The remaining prestige on it directly shattered the bandit's arm bones. That was a genuine seventh-level Nascent Soul, not an ordinary person.

"Excuse me."

The rough bandit endured the incomparable pain, spoke tremblingly, and looked at Ye Xiaofan in fear, those eyes seemed to be looking at a demon god from hell.

"Crackling!"

I only heard a series of explosions echoing around, and the dazzling daylight flashed across the world, followed by a pungent burning smell.

"thump!"

After a few breaths, that rough bandit turned into a charred corpse. Without any physical support, the charred corpse hit the ground heavily, making a muffled sound.

A muffled sound resounded, shaking everyone's heartstrings again.

(End of this chapter)