Ye Fan's expression was always calm, and he raised the knife and dropped it.

The blood on his head and face made him look as ferocious as a devil, but it had not been wiped off from the beginning to the end.

Watching the blood spurt out, watching the life disappear, without stopping.

Ye Fan didn't think about whether the difficulty ahead would be difficult, nor did he think about whether the Jueying Gunslinger would appear.

In this situation, unnecessary thoughts are irresponsible to yourself and the people behind you.

On both sides, Ye Fan could vaguely see Wu Jiuzhou and Yuan Qingyi fighting from the left and right from the corner of his eye.

Each team sacrificed a lot, and both of them were covered in blood and walked dangerously.

The enemy's defense line collapsed and they were all scattered and turned into corpses, lying on the ground.

Shocking, real rivers of blood flowed.

"kill--"

In order to reduce casualties, Ye Fan acted more fiercely.

He raised and fell towards the enemy in front, dripping with joy.

The first knife struck an opponent hard on the neck.

The ferocious-looking opponent only had time to raise his hand before his entire body was instantly broken into two halves.

Dripping with blood.

The sharp sword seemed to be even more scarlet, and the blade was trembling rapidly.

"Whoosh!"

The sword was raised again, Ye Fan mercilessly swept it out, and the blade cut off the head of a sneak attack enemy.

Blood spurted out from the shaking body, turning the castle into a hellish scene.

Screams, fire, cruelty, violence, mountains of corpses, rivers of blood!

The sword light is getting brighter and brighter!

Ye Fan led the disciples of the Martial Alliance to advance step by step, losing every inch of territory.

After cutting off the sword in his hand, he finally broke through the enemy's last fortress.

Wu Jiuzhou and Yuan Qingyi also defeated the enemies from both sides and joined together.

Everyone is dripping with blood, without grace, just jumping with murderous intent.

A distance of twenty meters and thirty steps is the final strength of Yinxian Villa.

Destroying that place would mean the destruction of a generation of Demon Cave.

"boom--"

At this time, as Ye Fan, Wu Jiuzhou and Yuan Qingyi approached, the castle opened with a bang.

Dozens of murderous men and women wearing masks came out.

They pretended to live and die with Yinxian Villa.

They also stared at Ye Fan at the bottom of the steps with hatred.

"Ye Fan!"

"Ye Fan!"

"Ye Fan!"

"You are too presumptuous! You are too presumptuous!"

"This is not the place for you to be arrogant!"

Then, a tall old man wearing a Taoist priest's costume with a withered left hand appeared with people.

He stared at Ye Fan at the front and shouted.

The tone contained surprise, anger, unwillingness, and unspeakable hatred.

Jiufeng!

Apparently he already knew who the attacker was.

Jiufeng stared at Ye Fan angrily: "No one has ever dared to break into Yinxian Villa like this!"

Ye Fan took a step forward and flashed the fish intestine sword:
Chapter completed!