"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, collided fiercely, and waved 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 with bones deep on her 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.

"Click—"

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 the saber, 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 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 losing a lifetime of glory...

She looked up at Ye Fan and smiled kindly: "I lost, the Yangtze River is pushing the previous waves, Wuyi Lane really shouldn't have taken your order."

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..."
Chapter completed!