With a thud, a black-clothed woman who flew into the air behind her back, like a bird with broken wings fell.

A bloody hole was penetrated by the fish intestine sword in his throat.

Before the woman in black could bear it to fall to the ground, Ye Fan rushed over and grabbed the samurai sword in her hand.

Then he shook his samurai sword without looking back.

The samurai sword was shot at the chapel with a whoosh.

Another scream, another woman in gray was covered with her chest and fell half a meter away from Ye Fan.

She held the samurai sword tightly in her hand, and the tip of the knife was only an inch from Ye Fan's head.

The two women were staring at Ye Fan, as if they didn't expect Ye Fan to capture their voices.

But Ye Fan didn't even look at them, and grabbed two samurai swords and flew in a row.

Two camouflage gunmen in camouflage uniforms fell from the commanding heights.

"you--"

Master Mandrara did not expect Ye Fan to kill so many masters in Yuanmingzhai.

He squeezed out: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"

"Click!"

Ye Fan did not talk nonsense, picked up the Yuyan Sword, and then stepped on Master Mandra's left leg with one foot.
Chapter completed!