Many people from the Tian family gathered here, all waiting for news about killing Ye Fan.
Everyone was very anxious, and several people were pacing back and forth.
"Okay, don't walk around, I'm dizzy!" The speaker was an old man. He was also anxious. The tea next to him was cold and he forgot to drink it.
A middle-aged woman looked at him and said:
"Dad, Bingtao and the others suddenly lost their message, and their mobile phones are no longer accessible. I'm worried."
The old man still didn't speak. He was leaning on a cane and his right eyelid twitched a few times, feeling an ominous premonition.
A young woman said:
"Grandpa, news came from secular experts that they were attacked by enemies and the situation is unknown. My father and the others also lost contact not long ago. Now we have no idea about the situation over there. According to what father said, Ye Fan is a very strong warrior.
He saw it with his own eyes and kept slaughtering our Tian family to worship us."
A middle-aged man took a sip of tea, seemingly gloating about his misfortune.
He has always wanted to compete for the position of head of the family, but his elder brother Tian Bingtao took the position and said:
"Don't worry, no matter how strong Ye Fan is, he is still just one person. According to what the elder brother said, there were many people from the martial arts community who were present, hundreds of them. Maybe Ye Fan is already dead now."
Then he looked at the old man, hesitated for a while, and said tentatively:
"Dad, I said what if, I mean what if, if eldest brother and the others are really killed, we will definitely fight back, and our Tian family is leaderless, why don't you come out and take back control of the family!"
The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.
Many people know that he has always coveted the position of head of the family.
The old man naturally knew this too. He glanced at him and saw that he was his son after all, and said:
"I'm old. If the boss makes any mistakes, the second brother, you can take over!"
"Dad, is this okay?" He was ecstatic in his heart, but he was evasive on the outside. He looked at his father, fearing that he would regret it, and said:
"Then I'd rather be respectful than obey your orders. However, Dad, I'm just temporarily replacing the eldest brother. If the eldest brother comes back safely, I will return it to him immediately."
"Um!"
Others wanted to talk, but the old man was not in good condition.
"Dad, what do you mean?" The woman was a little dissatisfied and said:
"My husband is not dead yet, so you let him act as the head of the family. What do you mean?"
The old man ignored her, looked at the second child and said:
"Send someone to check immediately and report back in time."
"yes!"
The second child walked out immediately.
I immediately called several people to come over.
"You guys go to Nanshan Villa immediately to check the situation and see if my eldest brother is still alive."
"Second Master, as long as Mr. Tian is still breathing, we will definitely do our best to rescue him... Ah... Second Master, why did you hit me?"
"You are the one who beat me. You are as stupid as a pig. I am now the acting head of the family and I want to become a full-time official. Do you understand?"
These people came to their senses immediately.
"Second Master, I understand. Tian Bingtao is already dead. If he is lucky enough to survive, we will give him a gentle blow and won't cause him any pain."
"Sensible, go quickly!"
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This side of Nanshan Villa.
Ye Fan faced hundreds of warriors alone, standing among the piles of corpses, holding a long knife with blood dripping from the blade.
The violent storm became more and more fierce, hitting everyone at the scene.
There is more and more water under the feet. The water has turned dark red, filled with a large amount of blood, and is constantly flowing. The air is filled with a strong smell of blood.
Another group of people arrived.
"Hey, which side does this represent?"
Ye Fan looked at the warriors who came with a sly smile on his face, stroking the long knife in his hand like a bastard.
The worshipers of the Du family were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.
After understanding the situation a little bit, he looked at Ye Fan in disbelief.
"This...he killed all this? There are powerful men with Danjin level here!"
The cultivation level of the warriors worshiped by the Du family is generally low, similar to that of the Tian family, and only the two are the strongest in the early stages of elixir power.
Now that they see the early Danjin warrior lying on the ground, can they not panic?
"Ye Fan, you crippled Mr. Du, and today we are here to ask you for an explanation." A Danjin warrior raised his sword, pointed at Ye Fan, and said angrily.
Ye Fan looked at them and said:
"You are worshipers of the Du family, so those here belong to the Zhong family? Yes, that's right. I don't care where you are from, since you are all here to kill me, then I don't have any worries, you can come together."
The long knife in his hand suddenly turned.
Buzz!
The blade buzzed, the rain falling on the blade was blown away, and the surrounding rain was also shattered.
"kill!"
A warrior from the Zhong family was the first to rush forward, followed closely by a large number of warriors.
Ye Fan's eyes widened, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said:
"Come on, I haven't had this hearty feeling for a long time."
Holding a long knife with the tip of the knife pointed downward, he stepped on the blood under his feet and rushed over.
Bloody water splashed across the corpse, and his whole body's aura suddenly surged, breaking through the rain, as if he had transformed into a killing frenzy.
A moment!
There was an invisible crushing force all around.
"What...this damn feeling of oppression..."
"Why...why am I kneeling on the ground...how strong is he?"
"I didn't expect that in the early stages of my Tangtang transformation, I couldn't withstand this damn shock... I'm not willing to give in..."
"..."
Everyone below the level of Huajin felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Some people lie directly on the ground, with bleeding from their orifices, ruptured eardrums, and unbearable pain; some people kneel on the ground, gnashing their teeth, their faces as pale as death, and can no longer stand up; still others stand on the spot, feeling great pressure, unable to move even an inch, and can only
Use all your strength to resist this damn trend.
In the middle stage of Huajin and above, you can still rush through, but the number of people is not large anymore, only about thirty people.
The sudden appearance of this scene made many people feel chilled. They never expected that this would happen.
There are more than a hundred people, but only about thirty people can kill them.
Ye Fan was like a wolf among sheep, he seemed to be crazy, he swung his sword, the sword was domineering, and pushed forward horizontally, like Mount Tai running rampant, majestic and domineering, and the unstoppable momentum surged forward!
"kill!"
The more than thirty people who came to kill did not hold back, and they all unleashed their strongest killing moves.
Giant fists, long swords, long spears, scimitars, long knives... all kinds of weapons are used to their extremes, and more than thirty people can create a huge momentum.
Especially those warriors in the middle stage of Danjin, their killing moves are the strongest and they lead the killing power of others.
Ye Fan didn't care at all, with a devilish smile on his lips.
Push the long knife horizontally!
Domineering and savage, he faced the oncoming killing force.
Bang!
The killing force exploded, and more than thirty warriors were frightened at the same time. Their faces were extremely pale, and they wanted to retreat, stepping on the blood under their feet and retreating one after another.
The corpses under their feet caught the feet of the two men, causing them to stumble and fall.
Puff puff...
Ye Fan swung out his long knife and beheaded him directly, and the two heads separated from his body.
"I want to transform into a demon and kill all my enemies!"
Two heads are just the beginning.
Those low-level warriors who were frightened were trembling, and Ye Fan's long sword had already been swung at them.
Saying such words goes straight to the depths of the soul.