Zhuo Yifan had an indifferent look on his face, not even thinking about evading the opponent's attack. The warrior saw that the tip of his knife was almost piercing Zhuo Yifan's chest, and there was a sharp look in his eyes, and he was faintly excited. But
Before he could get happy, the tip of the knife that he thought could kill Zhuo Yifan's chest suddenly deflected and slid sideways towards Zhuo Yifan, without his control at all. It turned out that Zhuo Yifan
When the tip of the knife was about to pierce his chest, Fan quickly took action, but with just a tap on the tip of the knife, the direction of the stabbing was deflected!
The samurai's whole body rushed forward involuntarily due to inertia. Before he could retract his sword and make another move, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and then a distance made him fall back involuntarily.
It flew out and hit the concrete floor hard.
When the surrounding group of warriors and disciples saw this situation, they had no time to be polite to Zhuo Yifan. A large group of people rushed towards Zhuo Yifan and the three of them.
The melee was about to break out, but the situation turned out to be one-sided. Zhuo Yifan threw several warriors to the ground in a few seconds. He held a katana that he snatched from an unknown warrior in his hand, and rushed three more warriors up.
The disciple was stabbed over by himself, and blood spilled out instantly. The three people who fell on the ground were in the best condition and had one of their arms cut off.
Zhuo Yifan's god-like killing skills made the disciples and warriors stunned, but they were replaced by anger. It must be said that the Bushido spirit of the islanders is indeed very awesome. They knew that they were going to die, but they still continued to fight.
Zhuo Yifan didn't care to put a high hat on others. Since the other party was looking for death, he had no choice but to fulfill his wish. He was playing with the knife in his hand so much that he could almost see the sword god clearly. As long as anyone came within two meters of his body, no one would be killed on the spot.
Zhuo Yifan was stabbed and then kicked to the ground by Qing![
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty people surrounding Zhuo Yifan fell down. The scene was quite shocking.
Although Chen Meili and Hou Qing were not as domineering as Zhuo Yifan, they did not show any mercy in their hands. Everyone who rushed up had already fallen to the ground, and their political achievements were comparable to Zhuo Yifan's.
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As a result, in less than a minute, the fifty or sixty people who had just rushed to the front yard fell to the ground, and no one could still stand!
Just after clearing up this wave, more than 20 people came out of the backyard. Most of these people were middle-aged people, with an air of hostility between their brows, and they looked like men with vicious looks and hands.
Naturally, the number of lives lost is indispensable, not to mention the group of new disciples we dealt with earlier!
"Who are you?" The leading middle-aged man glanced at the disciples on the ground. He didn't know how many of them were still alive, and his face was extremely gloomy.
"Where is Beichen Pingchuan? If this old boy doesn't come out, I won't mind killing all the people in your bullshit dojo!" Zhuo Yifan did not answer the middle-aged man's words, but snorted coldly.
"What a loud tone." The middle-aged man's nose was almost crooked because of the anger. Just when he was about to have an attack, he suddenly heard a middle-aged man next to him shout: "He is Zhuo Yifan... He is the master. Let us
Someone to deal with!”
"Zhuo Yifan?" The middle-aged man came back to his senses and couldn't help but look Zhuo Yifan up and down with a shocked expression.