The first thousand five hundred and seventy-ninth chapters gun god appeared
"That's too much!"
The owner of the villa, Jiufeng, glared angrily at Ye Fan in front of him.
There was a thousand anger and ten thousand hatred in his heart.
After receiving requests from Ouyang Wuji and Nangong Fu, he gathered core experts to formulate a plan of "burning together".
Jiufeng prepared to launch thirty-six suicide attacks on Ye Fan within three days.
He didn't believe that Ye Fan could withstand such a dense attack.
But Jiu Feng never expected that just as they were about to send out men to implement the plan, Yinxian Villa would be attacked by Ye Fan.
The preemptive sneak attack has made Jiufeng angry, and it will seriously disrupt the plan of sharing the fate with each other, because many chess pieces have not yet left the house.
What made Jiufeng even more beat his chest was that Ye Fan used a drone to bomb the villa.
They use drones, bombs, and smoke, and use all kinds of methods. They are even more bottomless than evil people like them.
This wave of drone attacks not only killed nearly a hundred companions, but also made the villa into chaos, making it impossible to order and prohibit the people.
In the blink of an eye, the impregnable Yinxian Villa changed beyond recognition.
Ye Fan also came to the city.
So Jiufeng wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces with a thousand knives.
"Is it too much to bully someone?"
Ye Fan touched the blood on his face and sneered: "Are you worthy of saying this?"
"Of all of you here, who doesn't have a life in his hands?
Who is not an extremely evil person?"
"You have committed such heinous crimes. You have survived for so many years, but God has no eyes for you."
"And if I don't come to bully you today, you will probably attack me tomorrow."
Ye Fan's voice sank: "So stop talking nonsense, kneel down or die!"
Damn, you guessed it.
Jiufeng was slightly speechless, and then became even more furious.
He felt more frustrated than ever before.
The plan that was worked out by racking one's brains and working together will turn into a pile of waste paper before it can even be started.
Hate, hate.
Then, he flashed a sharp sword and smiled ferociously: "Kneel down or die?"
"How do you have the right to say this?"
"When I committed murder and arson, you were still lying in your mother's belly. Is it your turn to teach me a lesson?"
"Do you think bombing and poisoning can make me surrender?"
"impossible!"
"I, a scholar, can be killed but not humiliated!"
"Every bone in my body is hard."
"And I still have sixty brothers. If we give it a go, we don't know who will win."
Jiufeng held the long sword and stared angrily, posing as if he was going to fight Ye Fan to the death.
"kill!"
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense and pressed his hands.
The disciples of the Wu League swarmed forward.
Jiufeng also yelled: "Brothers, fight it out!"
Sixty criminals also rushed down the steps with red eyes.
The two sides thus kicked off the final fight.
The blade flashed! The murderous intention was fierce! Hundreds of people started fighting on the spot.
The stairs were in chaos, with screams, the sounds of sharp weapons, and the sounds of fighting coming and going.
Blood flowed freely from the stairs, staining the entire soles of Ye Fan's feet.
But he maintained an attitude of neither sadness nor joy.
"Kill--" The four enemies rushed towards Ye Fan, and the four long knives fell together.
Ye Fan waved forward and blocked.
"when!"
Ye Fan blocked four knives, then flicked his wrist.
The fish intestine sword flashed with a sharp edge, and the four of them immediately spurted blood and flew out.
Ye Fan didn't even look at their casualties. He tiptoed and jumped up the three steps.
The fish intestine sword stabbed out again and again, and several white lights burst out.
The three enemies facing each other were unable to dodge and fell to the ground with a groan.
Before they could close their eyes, Ye Fan had already stepped over them, knocking over the enemies in front of them who were casting cold arrows.
Unstoppable! His vision was locked on Jiufeng at the top of the steps.
"Kill, kill, kill—" The furious Jiufeng also fought like crazy, with blood-stained corpses piled up and down at his feet.
There are members of Yinxian Villa, and there are also martial arts disciples who want to take the lead.
Blood splattered like ink, and the scene was extremely tragic.
In front of Jiufeng were eight martial arts disciples.
They tried their best to cut down Jiufeng.
The sword shines like a rainbow! Killing the red-eyed Jiufeng, its huge body is like an unshakable Mount Tai.
No matter how hard the martial alliance disciples attacked, they didn't even take a step back. They used their own strength to confront the opponent head-on.
One sword at a time, knocking down the charging opponents to the ground one by one.
His face was already splattered with blood, but he didn't even wipe it away.
He is like an asura harvesting the lives of the disciples of the martial alliance.
In the blink of an eye, eight martial arts disciples fell to the ground.
"Dang-dang--" Wu Jiuzhou was furious when he saw this, and rushed over to Jiufeng with eighteen sword blows.
The sword is violent and the sword is deadly.
"kill!"
Jiu Feng did not retreat, brandishing his sword and roaring to fight.
Amidst a series of clashing sounds of swords, Wu Jiuzhou groaned and fell five to six meters with blood spurting from his mouth and nose.
The sword in his hand also broke into two pieces with a sound.
Obviously, they tried their best in the collision just now.
He already had a chronic problem with asthma and had inhaled some poisonous smoke.
Just now he was fighting with all his strength, so his body was naturally severely injured.
One sound after another, it seemed particularly harsh and shocking.
Jiufeng stood among the hellish pool of blood, and the clothes on his body were covered with dazzling blood flowers.
He bent down and leaned on the ground with his sharp sword, curled up like a big shrimp, looking painful and coughing.
His pale face had turned gray-purple.
Thick blood slowly flowed down the blade, dyeing the marble steps red.
This time the cough was longer and more intense than any other time.
"Jiu Feng, why don't you kneel down?"
Ye Fan sneered and rushed forward like a cheetah.
Swing out a sword! "Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Seeing Ye Fan rushing towards him, Jiu Feng raised his head with eyes splitting with anger. After he stopped coughing, he started shouting like a madman.
He then took hold of the sharp sword in his hand, flashing like the wind and rolling down toward Ye Fan.
He adopts a desperate strategy of death.
Ye Fan dodged, avoided the opponent's sword, and got close to Jiufeng's body.
The dazzling sword light made everyone think that lightning cracked the sky.
"Whoosh!"
There was a sharp sound, Jiufeng screamed, and an arm broke and flew out.
Ye Fan didn't stop and slammed into his arms.
"Bang -" there was another loud noise, Jiufeng screamed again, blood spurted from his mouth and nose and he fell backwards.
He crashed into the castle hall with a bang.
More than a dozen companions shouted for help, but Yuan Qingyi, Wu Jiuzhou and the others suppressed them.
Ye Fan shook his fish intestine sword and stepped into the hall.
The hall is tall, three stories high, but it has an indescribable gloominess.
But Ye Fan didn't care at all, he only focused on Jiufeng who was leaning on the pillar and panting.
"Jiu Feng, the situation is over..." Ye Fan stepped forward slowly: "Stop struggling, surrender, I will save your life."
This leader of the murderers must know a lot of secrets.
If they cooperate, not only can Ouyang Wuji and others be ruined, but many unsolved cases can also be solved and the victims can be given an explanation.
Jiufeng endured the pain and roared in a low voice: "You are not qualified! You are not qualified!"
"After today, there will be no more Yinxian Villa, and there will be only a handful of people left alive."
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Surrender and enjoy your old age in peace. If you don't surrender, life will be worse than death!"
Jiufeng roared: "I have killed countless people. I have already had enough. Come and kill me."
"Okay, let me take a look..." Seeing Jiufeng being so unrepentant, Ye Fan sneered: "Is it you who is tough, or Chen Bahuang and the others are tough."
"Whoosh!"
Just when Ye Fan was about to destroy Jiufeng's hands and feet, a person suddenly appeared from high on the pillar.
Wearing a mask on his face and holding a gun in both hands.
The gun is pointed directly at Ye Fan! The ultimate gun god.