"You meet me outside and I'll go in and take a look."
Ye Fan gave the Eight-faced Buddha some instructions, then flashed out the Fish Gut Sword with his right hand, practiced the Dragon Slaying Technique with his left hand, and walked forward slowly.
The closer he got to Yuanmingzhai, the tighter Ye Fan's nerves became.
Not only was the smell of blood getting stronger, he also saw broken gates and collapsed walls.
The marks on it seemed to have been cut with a sword.
This surprised Ye Fan slightly: "Isn't this too strong?"
Not to mention his fish intestine sword, even his dragon-slaying technique probably wouldn't be able to achieve this kind of effect.
Could it be that Hua Nongying came back and bloodbathed Yuanmingzhai for revenge?
But Hua Nongying doesn't have such terrifying power.
But instead of Hua Nongying attacking Yuanmingzhai, who was killing the people who touched the gold in Qin like this?
With his thoughts turning, Ye Fan walked through the broken door and walked in.
As soon as he entered, Ye Fan's expression changed drastically again.
There were more than twenty corpses of men and women lying in the yard, all with their heads missing and their faces full of shock.
And judging from the fact that their wounds were connected in a line, they were all killed with one swing of the sword.
"This murderer is too perverted and evil, isn't he?"
Ye Fan's mouth was twitching. He didn't know who the murderer was, but he could tell that the other party was extremely powerful.
This kind of attack range and this kind of domineering power are definitely not something that ordinary masters can achieve.
Ye Fan remained vigilant, walked through the yard, entered the first floor, and saw several gunmen moving their heads again.
It's also a one-sword kill.
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath and walked from the first floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the top floor.
He found that there was no one alive, and all the guards of Yuanmingzhai and Qin Mojin's cronies were dead.
There are enemies on each floor, as well as many crossbows, iron cages, fishing nets and other mechanisms. Some people even hide behind the walls and shoot.
But whether they were agencies or enemies, they were all killed with one sword.
An iron bell weighing a thousand kilograms was also broken into two pieces.
What made Ye Fan's eyes twitch the most was the rooftop on the top floor.
There are more than fifty masters of Yuanmingzhai gathered here, equipped with swords, guns and arrows, and twelve shields weighing one hundred kilograms.
The commanding heights were even more controlled by Gatlin.
But everyone was still cut in half, and Gatlin was also split in half like the gunman.
Every enemy who dies is mixed with anger, excitement and shock.
Anger is that someone has come to cause trouble in Yuanmingzhai, and excitement is that this uninvited guest is about to be killed.
He was shocked because he was probably killed by a sword before he could take action.
"Uncle, who is this?"
Looking at the scene in front of him, Ye Fan's mouth was moved. This fighting power was almost comparable to Quan Xiangguo's flying sword.
This also made Ye Fan give up the idea that Hua Nongying came back to kill him.
Just when Ye Fan's scalp was numb and he was about to exit the attic, he accidentally stepped on a broken crossbow arrow.
There was a loud sound.
Neither light nor heavy, but it made a woman's trembling voice burst out from the silent attic:
"President Qin is not here, President Qin is not here!"
"There are no flowers and shadows here, and there are no flowers and shadows here."
The woman kept repeating the words: "I really don't know anymore..."
Ye Fan was slightly startled, then moved his steps and ducked into the chapel on the top floor.
Soon, he saw a woman huddled in the corner behind several corpses, muttering.
She was wearing pajamas, but she had a crossbow hidden in her arm.
The crossbow had been destroyed, and there were still blood stains on his arms and throat, but not deep.
There is no doubt that she was the one who survived after being interrogated by the murderer.
Ye Fan took a step forward and tapped her neck a few times with his fingers to calm her down a little.
He asked softly: "Who came to Yuanmingzhai to kill people?"
"One sword to fly to the immortal, one sword to fly to the immortal!"
The woman's calmed down emotions broke out again: "The white jade capital in the sky, the five cities on the twelfth floor!"
Ye Fan was confused: "What do you mean?"
The woman pushed Ye Fan away and screamed: "He is not a human being, he is not a human being, he is a god..."
Obviously there was something beyond her knowledge.
Ye Fan chased her out, only to find the woman running around and jumping off the rooftop.
She kept shouting: "He is a god, he is a god!"
The next second, there was a bang, and the woman fell to the ground, bleeding from all her orifices, and died.
Ye Fan rushed to the edge of the rooftop to scan, shook his head and left the place of right and wrong.
He got into the car and tilted his head slightly towards the Eight-faced Buddha: "Go to the Eight Immortals Tower in the Ghost Market!"
The Eight-faced Buddha was slightly surprised when he saw Ye Fan coming out so quickly and swaggering without any blood on his body.
Ye Fan is really getting more and more powerful. He can kill so many people with only one scream, and his clothes are not stained with blood. He is worthy of being a genius doctor.
Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the Eight Immortals Tower in the ghost market.
"Woo——"
Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped at the Eight Immortals Tower in the ghost market.
According to what Shen Siyuan said, the ghost market is usually from 12 to 5 in the morning.
It's still an hour before five o'clock, and there should still be a lot of people coming and going.
But when Ye Fan got out of the car door, he once again felt an unprecedented silence.
The air is also filled with the same strong smell of blood as Yuanmingzhai.
Ye Fan's heart was beating wildly: "No way? The murderer won't come here again and start killing people?"
He quickly flashed his fish intestine sword and rushed to the entrance of the archway leading to the ghost market.
Ye Fan carefully pushed open the stone door that separated ordinary people from the interaction between tomb robbers.
Amid the clicking sound, the smell of blood became more pungent.
Ye Fan flashed in, glanced at the long street, and his whole body was sluggish again.
The scene in front of me is basically the same as Yuanmingzhai.
Corpses were strewn on the ground, rivers of blood flowed, and more than a dozen lampposts were all broken.
The people on the ground with their heads and heads in different places were either holding Luoyang shovels or large iron hooks in their hands.
There are also several holding Desert Eagles.
But almost no one launched an attack, and they all died just before the killing intent broke out.
Each and every one of them died with their eyes open.
Ye Fan took a deep breath, then raised his feet and jumped over the corpse.
He arrived at the Eight Immortals Tower quickly.
The Eight Immortals Tower, built like a mausoleum, was also in a mess, with blood splattered everywhere.
The stone lion guarding the door was also broken into two halves.
Judging from the method of death and the swordsmanship, the murderer was the person who killed Yuanmingzhai.
"Damn, we killed them all again!"
Ye Fan felt that his brain was not enough, he glanced at the scene in front of him and muttered:
"Who is this guy? Why does he kill everyone wherever he goes?"
"Also, why is he looking for flowers and shadows?"
"What's the relationship between this guy and Hua Nongying?"
"Could it be the old sweetheart that Hua Nongying shouted at when she was unconscious?"
Ye Fan suddenly remembered the talk he heard in his sleep when he was applying medicine to Hua Nongying on the night of the battle in the Three Kingdoms Building.
What's that?
At this moment, the man in white was appearing at the Prince Villa, the stunning base camp.
Compared with Yuanmingzhai and Ghost Market, Prince Villa is easier to defend and harder to attack.
And they also gathered most of the stunning traitors and recruited forces.
Before he even got close, figures were already shaking in front of him, and dozens of people appeared with guns and live ammunition.
The man in white shook the wine bottle gently and continued to move forward slowly.
His voice was also indifferent as he thought: "Hand over Hua Nongying!"
The guard of the villa appeared on the 10th and shouted: "Are you a remnant of Hua Nongying? Kill him..."
Before the guard of the villa could finish speaking, the man in white raised his right hand:
"Sword rises!"
There was a ding, a sharp sound that stung everyone's eardrums.
Then the man in white pressed his right hand:
"Sword falls!"
A ray of sword light flashed away with a whoosh.
The guard of Villa No. 10 suddenly felt a pain in his neck and his head flew out.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
When dozens of villa guards fell to the ground at the gate, the originally dark Prince Villa also turned on the lights.
Then a shrill alarm sounded.
Obviously the sentry has seen the clues from the surveillance.
There was a roar of people and murderous intent permeated the air.
Whether they were traitors from the stunning organization or forces that had been recruited, they came out of various buildings one after another.
Eager to make a success, they swarmed towards the door.
The man in white had no emotion on his face and drove straight in with a long sword on his back.
Almost as soon as he locked onto the main building of the yurt in the distance, a group of men in black wielding ghost-head swords came over to kill him.
They are the elite of the Ghost Sword Sect recruited by Qin Mojin.
All of them were big-bodied and round-waisted, full of murderous intent, and rushed towards the man in white like wolves and tigers.
The sword in his hand shone with a cold light, and he made a whining sound as he ran, as if he was eager to drink blood.
But the man in white didn't even look at them, and pressed forward with his right hand.
With a whoosh, the long sword was unsheathed.
There was a flash of cold light.
More than a dozen enemies holding ghost swords were cut off on the spot and fell to the ground.
Blood everywhere.
The twenty-odd men with spears who had just arrived from the side were stunned when they saw this.
By the time they reacted and were about to draw their spears, their necks were already hurting and blood spurted out.
The spear also broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.