"Who are you, and why do I seem to have never seen you before?"
A man who looked like a leader came out and looked Lu Fan carefully up and down: "What is your name and who do you belong to?"
As the world's number one assassination organization, everyone in the Holy Cathedral, from bishops to ordinary killers, must be vigilant to the extreme.
"This is my token."
Lu Fan took out a black token from his clothes and handed it to the middle-aged man: "You see for yourself, the situation there is tight now. If it delays the action of the adults, you yourself know what the consequences will be."
The middle-aged man glanced at him suspiciously, took the token in his hand and looked at it carefully: "Teams 1, 3, and 5 are following me. The rest of the people stay here. No one should leave here even half a step.
If something happens, send an alert immediately and we will be back as soon as possible."
"You also come with me."
He glanced at Lu Fan, and with a wave of his hand, half of the guards in the entire hall were instantly reduced. At the same time, Lu Fan was also following him.
Dongfang Yanran didn't expect that this person would be so vigilant and take Lu Fan away with him.
This completely messed up her previous plan, and once they really brought Lu Fan there to meet the Kingdom or other cardinals, Lu Fan's identity would definitely be exposed. Once he fell into a siege led by the Kingdom, he would probably be a dangerous person.
Much luck and little luck.
While Dongfang Yanran was hesitating, someone had already walked over, stared at her and asked curiously: "Why are you a woman?"
In the sacred temple, except for the top killer bishops, there are absolutely no women in the general team of thugs.
Previously, Dongfang Yanran was standing under the bronze coffin, with her back to them, unable to see her face clearly.
Now looking at it from a closer look, when he discovered that Dongfang Yanran was actually a woman, the thug's face changed slightly, as if he had realized something, and was about to shout.
But it was too late, Dongfang Yanran's cry for help was crushed in his throat. Dongfang Yanran's eyes flashed with fierceness, and she turned into a shadow and charged into the crowd in the hall.
Dongfang Yanran never gives her enemy any chance to fight back.
When the Xinyu Kung Fu was launched, the first group of palace masters flew out without even having a chance to draw out their weapons. All their bones were broken, blood spurted from their mouths and noses, and they fell to the ground completely motionless.
The expressions of the remaining group of people changed drastically when they saw this, and they subconsciously wanted to pull out their weapons and charge, but it was too late. Dongfang Yanran waved her hand, and a faint shadow appeared behind her, turning into a thousand-handed god. As the shadow's palms waved, one after another appeared.
The white horses burst out suddenly, turning into a shower of stars and rushing towards the crowd. In an instant, the entire temple hall became a pagoda hell for her alone. There were corpses everywhere and blood everywhere. Dongfang Yanran struck without mercy,
Massacre the whole place.
But it is as light as dust and does not eat the fireworks of the world.
She is like a banished fairy who descended from the nine heavens to hell, holding an immortal decree in her hand to cleanse hell.
"Puff puff!"
Seeing that the situation was not right, several palace masters turned around and tried to run away, but were directly pierced through the heart by the white trainer from the back, and fell to the ground dead.
The entire temple hall was filled with the corpses of the goons of the sacred temple.
Dongfang Yanran's beautiful eyes swept over them coldly, and then she turned around and returned to the bronze coffin. She jumped onto the bronze coffin as light as a swallow, and her eyes lightly scanned the nine huge iron chains tied to the coffin.
A halo of light flickered in her palm, and she suddenly shot out, hitting the huge iron chain directly.