When the kind old woman called Haizhu, Ye Fanzheng walked firmly towards the door of the cemetery.
A tree suddenly shook, and a killer fell silently and stabbed Ye Fan in the head.
Ye Fan didn't even flash, and the sword suddenly waved.
The sword light suddenly rose.
When! The killer's sword was hit by thunder, it broke from the middle, and his whole body was also slashed in half by the knife.
The power of the unresistible aura made everyone in secret while taking a breath of air conditioning.
"kill!"
However, the enemy soon swarmed towards Ye Fan again! Ye Fan's face was unafraid, and his sword drilled out like a poisonous snake, instantly slashing five or six people.
The thick and unrefined smell of blood made everyone even more crazy.
The killer charged forward like a locust, dead, but gathered again and charged again! In the cold light, Ye Fan, covered in blood, still moved forward: "Those who blocked me will die!"
Countless killers roared at Ye Fan.
Poison needles, poisonous arrows, poisonous smoke, close combat, and attacks one after another, with huge waves one after another.
Compared to the killers' crazy attacks, Ye Fan showed a stronger and more powerful side.
The sword in his hand was as fast and fierce as he could.
Facing the attacking enemy, Ye Fan not only did not retreat, but also often fought back with faster, more fierce and more ruthless moves.
The swords were as dense as a bead, with almost no gap, and no slowing down at all.
Many of the enemies who were struck by his blade had no time to avoid it, and were already struck by the blade and fell backwards.
Although the killer also used his sword to kill, he was blocked by Ye Fan.
There were dozens of people, but no one could stop Ye Fan.
Many killers did not even touch the corner of Ye Fan's clothes, and then turned from a living life to a corpse.
Ye Fan killed him over fifty meters away.
Shen Hongxiu followed Ye Fan tightly, constantly slashing the hidden arrows that were attacking from behind.
Her face was dyed with blood dripping, like red plum blossoms, she could vaguely hear Ye Fan's panting.
She knew that the reason why Ye Fan fought out step by step was that he was not flexible in dealing with the enemy was actually because he was worried that those people would hurt him.
If it weren't for the burden of protecting her, Ye Fan would have killed someone and left with his horse. How could he need this inch of land and blood to fight against her?
Looking at Ye Fan's face protecting him, Shen Hongxiu felt a strange feeling.
She couldn't help but shouted again: "Ye Fan, don't worry about me, you can go quickly."
"Shut up!"
Ye Fan interrupted Shen Hongxiu without hesitation: "I have killed so many people in Wuyi Lane. No matter you, they will chase me."
"But it's hard for you to rush out with me."
Shen Hongxiu shouted: "They have never tried to kill me, they just want to use me to drag you down."
During this attack, the killer not only attacked Ye Fan, but also besieged Shen Hongxiu from time to time, in order to disperse Ye Fan's energy and physical strength.
"Don't talk nonsense, your burden is nothing. Just follow me and fight out."
Ye Fan scolded without hesitation: "If you think about it again, you will really break me here."
"No matter how powerful I am, I can't take away someone I don't want to leave."
"Let's go" Ye Fan didn't even look at the fallen enemy, and led Shen Hongxiu to continue to walk towards the exit.
There are only a dozen meters left from the exit.
The killer was also red in his eyes, and he sacrificed his life to siege Ye Fan one after another.
Ye Fan, who was full of murderous intent, killed gods and ghosts. When there were more than ten wounds on his body, he also cut all his enemies under the knife.
The wounds were left by protecting Chen Hongxiu.
"Bang" When Ye Fan kicked a killer away, the siege completely subsided.
The ground is either injured or dead.
The view ahead is open and unobstructed, leaving only the kind old woman at the door.
She leaned on a cow's crutch and looked at Ye Fan calmly.
"If you have enough rest, start."
Ye Fan thrust his sword: "I'm rushing back to have a midnight snack."
Chen Hongxiu coughed and stepped back a few meters, his body was covered in wounds and his head was dizzy, so he couldn't help.
She also secretly made up her mind that once Ye Fan was at a disadvantage, she would commit suicide, so that Ye Fan would no longer have to protect herself and could fight out alone.
She will never be a drag.
"Ye Fan, although you are very powerful, fighting against so many people and enduring so much poisonous smoke is probably the last step."
At this moment, the kind old woman was looking at Ye Fan and smiled indifferently: "What is the difference between challenging me like this and seeking death?"
No matter how powerful a master is, he will become a dead dog after fighting a hundred elites, not to mention the ubiquitous poisonous smoke.
No matter how Ye Fan can detoxify, this kind of environment can only be suppressed and cannot be resolved on the spot.
So she has strong confidence in dealing with Ye Fan.
Ye Fan smiled and said, "Am I at the end of my strength? You'll know if you try it?"
"Swoosh!"
No more nonsense, a thin figure flashed away.
The kind old woman rushed out like a sharp arrow.
The eyes are phosphorescence.
The blood and coldness condensed by countless souls' shouts flashed in her eyes, and she rushed towards Ye Fan.
The kind old woman looked very strange when she ran, and her figure was obviously lowered. She seemed to use all her limbs, but she was as fast as the wind, and she looked like a mad cow.
While walking, her right hand sank, and a sharp knife popped out of her crutch, flashing with a sensational light.
Chen Hongxiu subconsciously shouted: "Ye Fan, be careful!"
Ye Fan took the saber and stepped out. At this step, his posture changed instantly.
He was like a covered fire, and when he flipped, the fire soared into the sky and sparks flew everywhere.
The next second, he moved towards the kind old woman and blocked her, as fast as a meteor, even better than the kind old woman.
The running old woman's pupils instantly condensed, and a hint of surprise flashed across her. She didn't expect that Ye Fan still had enough energy.
You know, he has fought fiercely for more than a hundred people, and killing a hundred pigs by one person will be exhausted, let alone a hundred elite killers?
But she quickly suppressed her surprise and roared at Ye Fan and charged forward: "Kill!" The two of them collided, locked and linked each other. At this moment, they saw the courage of fearless life and death from each other's eyes.
The strong enemy, this is a strong enemy, and both of them believe it at the same time.
Ye Fan also shouted: "Kill!"
"Bang!"
As the two approached, grass clips on the ground flew like two people running wildly, colliding head-on.
Although they acknowledge that each other is powerful, they have absolute confidence in their own strength.
So, two bloodthirsty and violent warriors directly let go of the battle in the most cruel, primitive and bloody way.
"when!"
"when!"
"when!"
The crutches and sabers kept colliding, stabbing, swinging, and harsh sounds were endless, shaking the entire cemetery.
The black staff shadows and lightning-like white light intersected, constantly back and forth over the grass.
At the collision of weapons, there were dazzling sparks that kept bursting, and the anxious aura was everywhere, dazzling Chen Hongxiu and the others who watched.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The kind old woman let out a beastly roar.
The crutches in her hand kept slashing, so fast that it was hard to see the shape, as if it was about to smash Ye Fan into a pile of meat sauce.
Ye Fan did not retreat at all, and his sword was squeaked out, and he greeted the kind old woman with all her might.
Chen Hongxiu and several seriously injured killers all turned stunned.
It's too fast, too perverted, the trick is vital, the knife is close to the flesh, it really makes the heart beat violently.
The killer in Wuyi Lane was extremely depressed. He never expected that Ye Fan could compete with the Chou Niu.
And it was evenly matched after a fierce battle.
"Dangdangdang" At this time, the kind old woman and Ye Fan roared again, colliding hard, and waving the weapons in their hands without any moisture.
The movements are getting faster and faster, and it is harder to see clearly who is the kind old woman and who is Ye Fan.
"Puff!"
I don’t know who was injured, but strands of blood began to splash from time to time.
Both of them had distorted faces, looking fierce and fierce.
"when!"
As the two of them collided again and took action, more than ten blood flowers suddenly bloomed on the body of the kind old woman.
"Um!"
Then, the kind old woman groaned and fell seven or eight meters backward like a kite with a broken string.
But when she was about to land, she twisted her waist suddenly and stopped her leaning back.
Kneel on one knee and poke the ground with a cane to avoid being embarrassed with all legs facing the sky.
But the wounds that were deep in the chest and back, as well as the shock on her face, all indicate that she was seriously injured.
Ye Fan also flew out and landed in front of the tombstone eight meters away, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Crack" The kind old woman did not stop. She twisted her crutch and the bull's head blew out forty-nine embroidery needles.
The poison needle directly captures Ye Fan in his field of vision.
This distance, this kind of shooting, and this kind of surprise, makes people unable to avoid it at all.
Chen Hongxiu's heart trembled: "Ye Fan, be careful!"
"When" Ye Fan did not dodge, and his hands suddenly folded his sword, and with a crack, he broke into dozens of ejected shots.
With a sharp and crisp sound, all the embroidery needles were hit by fragments, and Dangdangdang fell to the ground.
"Boy..." The kind old woman was about to speak, but the next moment, a ray of sword light soared into the sky.
Ye Fan arrived in a flash.
The face of the kind old woman changed suddenly, and she instinctively wanted to sweep her crutch upwards.
However, all the movements stopped halfway.
"laugh!"
In the terrified gaze of the kind old woman, the fish intestine sword pressed against her throat.
"You lost!"
Ye Fan looked at the old woman and spoke lightly.
The simple words made the kind old woman's body shake, and her whole body's strength and fighting spirit dissipate like a tide.
There was still a hint of loneliness on her face.
Losing not only means losing life, but also means losing the glory of a lifetime... She looked up at Ye Fan and smiled kindly: "I lost, the Yangtze River pushes the previous waves, Wuyi Lane really shouldn't have picked you up the single.”
Ye Fan sighed: "It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in this world."
"Too!"
The kind old woman nodded gently: "If there is a medicine for regret, there will probably be no winning or losing in this world."
"But I lost, you didn't win."
She whispered: "You will lose a lot, too."
Ye Fan smiled: "Is that true?"
"I'm dead, but there's another danger waiting for you."
The kind old woman looked up at the sky: "At this moment, Lord Haizhu should have entered your Ye family..." The next second, she thrust her body, causing her throat to sink into the Fish Intestine Sword...