The owner of the villa, Jiufeng, glared at Ye Fan in front of him angrily.
There were a thousand angers and ten thousand hatreds in his heart.
After receiving the request from Ouyang Wuji and Nangong Fu, he gathered core experts to formulate a plan of "Burning both jade and stones".
Jiufeng is preparing to attack Ye Fan thirty-six suicides within three days.
He didn't believe that Ye Fan could withstand such a intensive attack on the deaths?
But Jiufeng never expected that they were about to send people to implement the plan when Yinxian Villa was attacked by Ye Fan.
The sneak attack beforehand has angered Jiufeng, which will seriously disrupt the plan to burn both jade and stone because many chess pieces have not yet left.
What made Jiufeng beat his chest and stamp his feet was Ye Fan who used a drone to bomb the villa.
Drones, thunder and smoke, and use all means to do everything, it is even more unstoppable than those of them.
The drone's attack not only brought down nearly a hundred companions, but also made the villa chaotic and unable to be banned.
In the blink of an eye, Yinxian Villa is beyond recognition.
Ye Fan also came to the city.
So Jiufeng wished he could cut Ye Fan into pieces.
"It's too much to deceive others?"
Ye Fan touched the blood on his face and sneered: "You are worthy of saying this?"
"Anyone who is present, who counts as one, who has no life in his hands? Which one is not a vicious person?"
"You are extremely sinful and have survived for so many years, and God has lost his eyes."
"And I won't come to oppress you today, you may be attacking me tomorrow."
Ye Fan's voice sank: "So stop talking nonsense, either kneel down or die!"
Damn, you guessed it.
Jiufeng was slightly speechless, and then became even more furious.
He felt unprecedented depression.
The plan that was made by racking his brains and working hard was turned into a pile of waste paper before it could be started.
Hate, hate.
Then, he also flashed a sharp sword and smiled:
"Either kneel or die?"
"Where are you qualified to say this?"
"When I was killing and setting fire, you were still lying in your mother's stomach. Is it your turn to teach me a lesson?"
"Do you think that bombing and poisoning can make me surrender?"
"impossible!"
"I can kill you, not be humiliated!"
"Every bone on my body is hard."
"And I have sixty brothers. Let's go and fight, it's unknown who will win."
Jiufeng held the long sword and opened her eyes wide open, and she was about to fight to the death with Ye Fan.
"kill!"
Ye Fan didn't say nonsense, pressed his hands.
The children of the Wumeng clan flocked to the scene.
Jiufeng also roared: "Brothers, fight hard!"
Sixty bandits rushed down the steps with red eyes.
The two sides opened the curtain of the final battle.
The blade flashes! The murderous intent is scattered!
Hundreds of people fought on the spot.
The steps were in chaos, screams, sharp weapons, and fighting one after another.
Blood even flowed down from the stairs, staining Ye Fan's entire soles.
But he maintained a posture of neither sadness nor joy.
"kill--"
Four enemies rushed towards Ye Fan, and four long swords fell down together.
Ye Fan waved forward and blocked.
"when!"
Ye Fan blocked four knives, then shook his wrist.
The Yuyan Sword flashed with a sharp edge, and the four of them flew out directly with blood.
Ye Fan didn't even look at their casualties. He leaped onto the three ladders.
The Yuyan Sword pierced out again and several white lights shot out.
The three enemies who were facing each other could not dodge and fell to the ground with a muffled groan.
Before they could close their eyes, Ye Fan had already stepped past them and overturned the enemy who cast a cold arrow in front of them.
Irresistible!
His vision locks on Jiufeng at the highest point of the steps.
"Kill kill--"
The furious Jiufeng fought like crazy, with blood-stained corpses under her feet.
There are members of Yinxian Villa and children of the Wu League who want to lead the way.
Blood splashed like ink, and the scene was extremely tragic.
In front of Jiufeng were eight martial arts children.
They tried their best to cut Jiufeng down.
The sword light is like a rainbow!
The red-eyed Jiufeng, whose huge body is like an unshakable mountain of Tai.
No matter how the children of the Wu League attacked, they did not take a step back. They forced themselves to fight each other head-on.
With one sword and one person, he knocked down the opponents who rushed to the ground one by one.
His face was already covered with blood, but he didn't even wipe it.
He was like an Asura who reaped the lives of the children of the Martial Arts League.
In a blink of an eye, eight children from the Martial Arts League fell to the ground.
"Dangdangdang--"
Seeing this, Wu Jiuzhou was furious and rushed over to Jiufeng for eighteen swords.
The sword is violent, the sword is fatal.
"kill!"
Jiufeng did not retreat, and waved his sword and roared to death.
Amid the sound of swords and swords colliding, Wu Jiuzhou groaned, and his mouth and nose were bleeding and he fell five or six meters.
The sword in his hand was also broken into two pieces with a sound.
Obviously, the collision just now was doing its best.
"Ahemhem—"
But Jiufeng couldn't stop coughing.
He had the old habit of asthma and inhaled some poisonous smoke.
I was fighting hard just now, and my body was naturally severely damaged.
One sound, another sound seemed particularly harsh and shocking.
Jiufeng stood between the hellish pool of blood, and her clothes were covered with dazzling blood.
He leaned down and leaned on the ground with a sharp sword, curled up like a big shrimp, and coughed in pain.
His pale face has turned gray and purple.
The thick blood slowly flowed down the blade, dyeing the marble stairs red.
This time the cough is more intense than any other time.
"Jiufeng, why don't you kneel?"
Ye Fan sneered and rushed up like a cheetah.
Swing a sword!
"Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Seeing Ye Fan rushing towards him, Jiufeng raised her head was furious, and after stopping coughing, she shouted like a madman.
He then held the sharp sword in his hand, and it flickered like the wind rolling down towards Ye Fan.
He adopted the life-threatening fighting style of death.
Ye Fan's body flashed, avoided the opponent's sword edge, and approached Jiufeng's body.
The dazzling sword light made everyone think that lightning breaks the sky.
"Swoosh!"
With a sharp sound, Jiufeng screamed and a broken arm flew out.
Ye Fan did not stop and his body suddenly crashed into his arms.
"Bang--"
There was another loud noise, and Jiufeng screamed again, and blood spurted on his mouth and nose and fell backwards.
He thumped into the castle hall.
More than a dozen companions yelled to help, but were suppressed by Yuan Qingyi and Wu Jiuzhou.
Ye Fan shook the fish intestine sword and stepped into the hall with one foot.
The hall is tall and three stories high, but there is an indescribable gloom.
But Ye Fan didn't care at all, he just locked on Jiufeng who was leaning against the pillar and gasping.
"Jiufeng, the situation is over..."
Ye Fan slowly stepped forward: "Don't struggle, I'll save you my life."
This murderer must know a lot of secrets.
If cooperation is done, not only will Ouyang Wuji and the others be ruined, but also can solve many unsolved cases and give the victims an explanation.
Jiufeng endured the pain and roared: "You are not qualified! You are not qualified!"
"After today, there will be no Yinxian Villa, and there are only a handful of living places."
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Subdue, enjoy your old age. If you don't, life is better than death!"
Jiufeng roared: "I have killed countless people, I have lived enough. Come and kill me."
"Okay, I'll just take a look..."
Seeing Jiufeng never repent, Ye Fan sneered:
"Is it because you are hard-working or Chen Bahuang and the others are hard-working."
"Swoosh!"
Just when Ye Fan was about to destroy Jiufeng's hands and feet, a person suddenly poked out from the high point of the pillar.
Wear a mask on the face and hold a gun in both hands.