The first thousand one hundred and forty-nine chapters
"Ye Fan?"
Hearing this name, Yu Wenlang was trembling.
He didn't know Ye Fan or had any contact with him, but he had heard this name said at least thirty times in the past two days.
This also gave Yu Wenlang enough understanding of Ye Fan.
Is this guy still alive?
Luang Phor Pan didn't kill him either?
Yu Wenlang was stunned for a moment, then roared as if he had been beaten to death: "Kill, kill, kill him for me!"
He never expected that Ye Fan would appear here, but he knew that he must kill Ye Fan.
Otherwise, Yuwen Lang is going to die.
"kill!"
The Dragon Temple masters quickly divided into two groups, one group took up weapons to attack Ye Fan, and the other group closely protected Yuwen Lang.
boom!"
When dozens of Dragon Temple elites were about to target Ye Fan, they felt Ye Fan suddenly flash in their field of vision.
In the erratic rain and thick smoke, Ye Fan held the fish intestine sword and charged forward without retreating.
Yu Wenlang's heart trembled, and he roared again: "Shoot, shoot, kill him, kill him."
The elites of the Dragon Temple were about to pull the trigger on Ye Fan, who was about to land.
Tang Ruoxue, who was upstairs, screamed when she saw this: "Ye Fan, be careful!"
"Boom -" At this moment, Ye Fan bent his body and instantly crashed into a group of enemies like wolves and tigers.
"Whoosh——" The sword light flashed, and the bodies of a dozen Dragon Temple masters were shaken, and then they fell to the ground screaming.
They were disemboweled one by one.
Then Ye Fan spun around and shot another cold light, causing the four enemies who retreated to fly away with blood.
"What?"
Yu Wenlang and others exclaimed in unison, shocked by Ye Fan's speed and strength.
"Bang——" Before anyone could react, Ye Fan kicked an enemy.
Then he took advantage of the rebound and rushed out.
He grabbed the fish intestine sword and rushed towards Yuwen Lang.
He actually wanted to attack Yuwen Lang, who was protected by countless people, all by himself.
One ride is worth a thousand! "Ah——" Running all the way, swinging their swords all the way, the dozen or so dragon temples blocking the road screamed in agony, and were broken into two parts like paper pricking a person.
In the rain of blood, Ye Fan's momentum continued unabated and was unstoppable... "Open fire and fire, you must not let him come over."
Seeing Ye Fan being so perverted, Yu Wenlang's face changed wildly, and he shouted to his men repeatedly: "Block him, block him."
Everyone can see that once Ye Fan gets close to him, it will definitely be a disaster.
"Bang, bang, bang--" Gunshots sounded quickly and intensively, and the warheads penetrated the smoke and poured towards Ye Fan.
There was no trace of panic on Ye Fan's face, and his body was like a ninja, dodging left and right while moving forward quickly, avoiding the dense rain of bullets.
Occasionally, a few of them passed by him, but Ye Fan didn't care and kept charging.
"Bang bang bang!"
Four continuous hot weapons were set up, gunfire sprayed out from the muzzles, and countless warheads blocked Ye Fan's trajectory.
Ye Fan's shadow trembled violently, but never shattered, and the bullets always hurt him half a beat later.
One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters... Ye Fan ran closer and closer, his speed became faster and faster, and a long afterimage stretched out behind him, like a rainbow that penetrated the sun and the moon.
The experts of the Dragon Temple who kept shooting showed a look of despair in their eyes when they saw that hot weapons could not stop Ye Fan.
This is simply not a human being, this is a monster.
Yu Wenlang roared: "Fire Company Camp-" Four Fire Company Camps covered Ye Fan.
Ye Fan flashed and passed through their intersecting arcs, calmly avoiding the collision of the crossbow arrows.
There were four explosions behind him, and flames shot into the sky, drowning four or five injured people.
"Whoosh——" In this gap, Ye Fan closed the distance by more than ten meters, and the fish intestine sword flashed.
The four crossbow arrows locked on him broke with a click.
Four dragon temple archers also fell with blood spattered on them.
Ye Fanjian did not stop, and in a flash, he passed through more than a dozen enemies, and a dozen more people screamed and fell to the ground.
Unrivaled.
Seeing this scene, Yu Wenlang's eyes were about to burst with anger, and his eyes shot out flames.
"Protect Master Yuwen!"
The blond man who had been indifferent roared, and the remaining twenty-four Dragon Temple guards drew their swords and rushed towards Ye Fan.
Their movements were the same, and they had a tacit understanding. They raised their hands and attacked with twenty-four swords.
Thunder.
Faced with this powerful strike like a rainbow, Ye Fan directly merged his sword with his sword and transformed into a sky-shattering rainbow. He did not retreat but advanced to kill it.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
In mid-air, twenty-four crisp sounds exploded at the same time, followed by blood splattering one after another.
The crisp sound came from the broken knives of the Dragon Temple Guards, and the blood came from the enemy's waist. Twenty-four people attacked at the same time, but they were no match for Ye Fan's blow.
Explodes in the air.
Twenty-four people fell to the ground.
Yu Wenlang's body went cold, and then he roared: "Golden boy!"
As soon as the words fell, the blond man rushed out suddenly, holding a dagger and stabbed Ye Fan.
The first-class killer who was once famous in the Western world has exploded to the greatest strength in his life.
Kill the tiger with one sword.
The sword was as bright as practice! Ye Fan didn't pay attention to this fast and hard sword at all, and shook his right hand.
With the sharp sound of metal tearing through the air, and under the glare of several dazzling sword lights, the movements in Golden Boy's hands suddenly stopped.
The next second, the huge body burst into pieces.
Before he could be shocked and angry, he turned into a pile of flesh and blood and fell to the ground.
shocking.
"Too strong...too strong."
When the remnant enemies who rushed over saw this scene, they all felt cold in their hearts and slowed down their movements.
In the blood that filled the sky, Ye Fan stretched out his body and landed right in front of Yuwen Lang and the others.
With a slash of the knife, three more enemies screamed and fell to the ground... At this time, more than a dozen Dragon Temple masters swarmed around, holding firearms in their hands, but they were all too frightened to take action.
There is no doubt that they are afraid of Ye Fan to the core.
"If you don't want to die, give up your weapon and kneel down."
Ye Fan showed his fish intestine sword: "Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy."
The tone was indifferent, without any violence, but it made more than a dozen remaining enemies tremble, and their hot weapons couldn't stop lowering their heads.
Their confidence had already been defeated by Ye Fan.
Ye Fan looked at Yu Wenlang and said, "You are the one who wants to kill my woman?"
The corner of Yu Wenlang's mouth was twitching, and then he stabilized his body and shouted at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, why are you still alive, why are you not dead yet..." "Didn't the master kill you already?"
"The four hundred Dragon Temple gunmen didn't stop you?"
There was deep despair and unspeakable anger in his eyes. Why didn't Long Po Pan and the others stop Ye Fan?
"It seems you know a lot."
Ye Fan's voice sank: "Tell me, who instigated you to deal with Ye Tang and me?"
"You are happy, I am happy, or I will throw you into the fire."
He could see that although it was an accident that Tang Ruoxue provoked Yu Wenlang, someone must have contributed to the subsequent revenge.
Otherwise, how could there be so many troops to deal with him and the Flying Snake Team?
And there was no reaction at all from Binguo.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Yu Wenlang's expression changed, and then he shouted to his men: "Get up! Get up! Fight!"
He found that more than a dozen of his men had given up fighting and knelt down one after another to surrender. He was filled with grief and anger: "Fight with him, fight with him."
He pulled out a gun and killed all his men who refused to fight with a bang.
The few remaining Dragon Temple elites instinctively ran away when they saw this, but were shot to death as soon as they reached the door.
Wei Hongchao, who had fought three bloody battles along the way, showed up with nine members of the Flying Snakes.
Wei Hongchao quickly divided his forces, four of them were on guard, two were staring at Yuwen Lang, and three were supporting Tang Ruoxue and the others.
When Yuwen Lang saw that Wei Hong was not dead towards them, his eyes became even more desperate and angry. He raised his hot weapon and pointed it at Ye Fan: "I am Yuwen Lang, and my father is Yu Wenlong, the leader on the sea."
"If you dare to touch me, you will all die!"
He roared angrily: "Let me leave, and I will let you live."
"Pa—" Ye Fan slapped Yu Wenlang and flew him away: "Why are you challenging me?"
Yu Wenlang threw him and his gun away, furious: "You dare to touch me?"
Ye Fan's voice sank: "Tell me, who is the mastermind behind this?"
Yu Wenlang roared: "Is there no mastermind behind the scenes?"
"No one behind the scenes?"
Ye Fan slapped him again: "Without the mastermind behind the scenes, there would be heavy troops buried in the hills to attack the Flying Snake Team?"
"Without the mastermind behind the scenes, Luang Phor Pan would have blocked me halfway?"
"Without the mastermind behind the scenes, there would be no movement from the Bingo officialdom?"
His voice turned cold: "Last chance, who asked you to deal with us?"
“There’s no one behind this!”
Yu Wenlang covered his cheek and said fiercely: "Even if there is, I won't tell you. If you have the ability, try to touch me..." "Bang -" Before he could finish speaking, Ye Fan grabbed his neck and slammed it.
