When these twelve iron guards heard the action, Ye Fan first shot it.

He kicked the enemy of a middle sword, and the whole person fluttered like a ganghawk.

Sweep the left hand.

The nine iron guards were too late, and his head flew out.

In the blood of the sky, Ye Fan swept backhand again.

Three Iron Gate lingering mechanical bones were broken into two cuts.

Without waiting for Jin Yizhen's face to change, Ye Fan passed through them.

He was imposing like a Hongshou's defense line.

More than a dozen enemies screamed and flew out.

At the same time, Ye Fan stepped on one person, ejected up, and jumped into the second floor.

His shields that were intercepted in his left hand.

The shield instantly turned into a fragment, and they shot them on the remaining chasers.

Ye Fan floated to the ground.

A dozen Pakistani martial arts masters roar Qiqi: "The vertical child, the rest is free!"
Chapter completed!