Ye Fan didn't stop for a moment, turned sideways and bumped into the crowd behind him again.

Four knives stabbed Sissi in his back, and Ye Fan cut off their weapons with a backhand knife.

Then he kicked out.

"Bang bang bang——"

A dozen enemies were kicked out and rushed into the air, and the sound of their own bones being broken could be heard in their ears.

When they fell, red blood poured out of everyone's mouths, and their limbs were helplessly spread out and allowed to wash away in the rain.

The silver-haired old man could not see that they were dead, he only knew that they all died with their eyes open.

After just three charges, the entire defense line at the entrance collapsed.

The Shentu gunmen wanted to shoot randomly, but they saw Ye Fan broke his saber and countless fragments sank into their throats.

Blood flew in the wind, chilling the hearts of countless enemies.

Ye Fan never stopped.

Step by step, neither light nor heavy, but irritating people's eardrums

After several sword flashes, there were several more corpses around Ye Fan.

Soon, the silver-haired old man was left at the door. He was shocked and angry:

"Who are you exactly?"

He originally thought he was an ignorant boy running wild, but he didn't expect it to kill a group of wolf soldiers in an instant.

"Whoosh——"

Ye Fan flicked his wrist and stabbed out with a knife.

The silver-haired old man's face changed drastically, he waved his hands to resist and backed away.

However, he fired thirteen moves in one breath and blocked thirteen knives, but he still could not suppress the tip of Ye Fan's knife.

When his back hit the pillar with a bang, Ye Fan's saber was also pressed against his throat.

The breath of death instantly enveloped him.

"Whoosh!"

Almost at the same moment, a flying sword flashed out of the garden and hit Ye Fan's throat.

There was also a voice with a smoky voice in the night sky: "Save one under the knife."

"when!"

Ye Fan slapped his backhand, and the flying sword shattered with a snap.

The door opened with a clang.

A tall, delicate woman wearing a trench coat appeared with a large number of people.

Her pretty face is cold and arrogant, her appearance is graceful and noble, her gestures are full of charm.

The clicking of her high heels gave her an aggressive and domineering look.

Shentu is like a flower.

The silver-haired butler felt relieved and broke into a cold sweat. He had escaped death.

An intoxicating fragrance came from the dark night.

Ye Fan tilted his head.

Shen Tu Ruohua stared at Ye Fan sharply: "Who are you?"

“GOOD—LUCK!”
Chapter completed!