In the cold and cold wind, the bell from Sensoji Temple rang.
The birds flying in the forest were suddenly frightened and soared.
The cherry blossoms and the birds are flying all over the sky make the scenery of Senso Temple extremely pleasant, and also makes Song Hongyan's eyes reflect gentleness.
She knew this was a signal and the last moment of life and death:
"Ye Fan, let go of the battle, I will always be with you."
She let go of Ye Fan, held a knife and a gun, and hid in the corner to protect herself.
Ye Fan didn't say nonsense either. He kicked up his backpack with a bang, and he carried the remaining twelve sabers on his body.
He faced the enemy he was pressing forward.
At this moment, the Blood Medical Sect and the others had already adjusted their team and surrounded the platform with a momentum.
Meichuan Kuzi pointed at the long sword: "Kill!"
Countless enemies roared and charged in an instant.
"Swoosh--"
Ye Fan did not say a little nonsense, pressed his hands forward, and four swords flew out from his back.
A sword flashed, murderous aura was everywhere, and the twelve elite Qianye people fell to the ground.
Blood spilled.
"Bang bang bang!"
When the twelve Qianye children fell to the ground, Ye Fan rushed forward with a quick step.
He grabbed the sharp snow knife and waved it.
Three Tokugawa ninjas screamed and fell to the ground.
Ye Fan stretched out his hands and took back four snares. The next second, he crossed his hands and waved them again.
"Swoosh--"
Four swords whistled out again.
"ah--"
More than a dozen blood doctors who rushed to the high platform were all cut off their throats before they could get close.
They all fell to the ground with their eyes open, and they seemed to die without believing in such a quick knife.
At the same time, Ye Fan walked forward calmly, and the snow knife kept flashing out, piercing the throats of one enemy after another.
He seemed slow, but he was extremely fast. He arrived at the distance of more than ten meters in a blink of an eye.
I don’t know if their speed is too slow or Ye Fan’s realm has improved, but the enemy’s movements fell in Ye Fan’s eyes.
Therefore, Ye Fan was able to swing his sword as dense as a bead, and could calmly avoid the hidden weapons that attacked him. His strength was so perverted that it was unreasonable.
In a blink of an eye, Ye Fan killed more than fifty people.
But the enemy didn't even touch a corner of his clothes.
"Swoosh swish swish--"
Ye Fan just waved his sword and spun it out, and his opponents were killed.
Every time he raised his hand and flew, seven or eight enemies screamed and fell to the ground.
One of the enemies who attacked Song Hongyan was even split in half by Ye Fan without hesitation.
Ye Fan also flew out three sabers and shot three Takahashi gunmen to the ground.
Swords kill people, swords kill people, swords kill them, fight all the way, blood all the way.
Irresistible.
"presumptuous!"
Meichuan Kuzi shouted: "My Monk, please take action!"
"Clang!"
Eighteen figures flashed out from her, and eighteen Zen staffs waved together.
The cold light killed the entire platform.
"Donor Ye, put down the butcher's knife—"
When the sky was thunder but it was not raining, the eighteen monks had already stomped on the ground and their bodies soared into the air.
They shot straight towards Ye Fan like arrows and lightning. The light of the white Zen staff turned the open space into a sea of staff.
The Zen staff cut through the air, and a shrill sound came from a faint sound.
The Eighteen Monks of Senso Temple are protected by the temples, no less than the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple in Shenzhou.
At this moment, the eighteen people took action together, and they were naturally majestic.
"It's not too late to let go if you kill them!"
Ye Fan turned a blind eye to such momentum and laughed loudly.
Then he waved his hand casually.
A sword light flashed by.
The eighteen great monks suddenly felt a sense of pressure.
Such force and such power made them feel a sense of suffocation.
Not to mention the charge forward, it is very difficult to move even if it is a little bit moving, and eighteen people subconsciously stagnate.
"Swoosh--"
Ye Fan's wrist shook, and another sword light flashed out.
The eighteen people's faces changed drastically, and they sealed a Zen stick, blocking Ye Fan's snow knife.
With a sound, eighteen people flew backwards six meters.
Then they twisted their waists and used a thousand-pound pendant. After landing, they took several steps backwards, barely stabilizing their body being pushed by Yuli.
Eighteen people and eighteen Zen staffs worked together to block Ye Fan's knife.
Although they were calm, they were shocked in their eyes. They never expected that Ye Fan was so powerful.
You know, Ye Fan has had the power to resist the eighteen people after several battles?
"I am worthy of being a great monk from Sensoji Temple. My skills are indeed better than the Blood Medical School."
Ye Fan showed a hint of appreciation: "It's just that monks don't recite scriptures well and come to help the evildoers. It can be seen that you are also selling dog meat under the guise of sheep."
He himself didn't know how the power was endless, especially the surging force of his left arm, which made Ye Fan feel that he could kill an elephant with one punch.
Meichuan cool boy's face turned cold: "Kill him!"
"Anita--"
After the words came, the eighteen monks all let out a long roar.
The next second, they moved.
The afterimage of the eighteen people standing there had not disappeared, and their bodies had already appeared in front of Ye Fan.
The speed is amazing.
"Swoosh--"
They turned into pricks and slashed to Ye Fan's head with great force, and they slashed at Ye Fan's head with great force, with extremely fast speed!
A series of actions are completed in one tenth of a second, so fast that the human brain cannot react.
Selena and the others were slightly stiff and secretly called these great monks very powerful.
"Good come!"
Ye Fan was not afraid at all and raised his hand to block it.
"when!"
Eighteen people hit the target with eighteen Zen sticks, and the powerful sword energy crushed the carpet into powder, and then flew everywhere.
But although they hit hard, they did not feel happy.
The powder dissipated, and Ye Fan stood still without any injuries.
The snow knife he held in his hand blocked the eighteen Zen staff.
"kill!"
After one strike, eighteen people immediately moved, and their bodies turned, eighteen heavy Zen sticks were spinning around Ye Fan's body and attacked.
The Zen stick seemed to have an airtight iron curtain around him, and cold light shot out from time to time, stabbing Ye Fan's vital points like lightning.
But all the attacks were calmly blocked by Ye Fan.
"kill!"
After another round of attacks and killings were ineffective, the eighteen monks jumped up almost at the same time.
They rushed to three meters high in the air, and their bodies suddenly stopped.
Time seems to stop.
Then, eighteen Zen sticks were intertwined, forming a net of knifes full of cold light, topped down, and pressed towards Ye Fan's head.
Eighteen people, each of them cut out at least eighteen sticks, and the attacks were naturally divided into order, but the speed was too fast, giving people the feeling that it was completed in one time.
"Happy, happy, let's go, let's fight, I will also help you."
Seeing that the eighteen people showed their skills to deal with him, Ye Fan also laughed loudly, raised his arms, and ran towards the sword.
"Bang!"
A loud bang passed over the platform, and then Meichuan Kuzi and the guests present saw that the six great monks were swept several meters away by Ye Fan.
Three others flew backwards under the platform, and blood was clearly spurted out along the way.
Then five people flew out and the Zen stick broke and fell to the ground.
The next second, Ye Fan bumped forward, and the four of them fell out of the air.
"flutter!"
Before they could cushion, Ye Fan rushed through them, with swords shining and screaming.
“Ahhhh——”
When Ye Fan stood in front of Meichuan Kuzi with a snow knife, the eighteen monks had already fallen straight to the ground.