Chapter 1750: Beauty splattered with blood, white snow first accumulated
"Bang!"
Almost as soon as the man in gray finished speaking, Ye Fan kicked the car door and shot it out.
He immediately blocked the man in gray and Song Hongyan.
He felt the extreme danger of the man in gray.
He cannot let Song Hongyan be hurt.
When Song Hongyan saw Ye Fan taking action, she also made a gesture, and dozens of Song bodyguards emerged from the villa.
Su Xier's expression became nervous again, but this time she didn't hesitate for too long and quickly pinched out a seal of the King of Ming Dynasty.
"The wind is high and the moon is dark, please give me a knife."
When the man in gray saw Ye Fan blocking in front, his eyes could not stop narrowing, as if he was a little surprised at Ye Fan's speed.
However, he quickly returned to his calmness, revealing two rows of yellow teeth and shook the flesh-cutting knife in his hand.
Ye Fan said coldly: "We won't buy a knife!"
"No need to buy it, just use credit!"
The man in gray smiled: "When the prophecy comes true, I will come back to collect money from you."
People and animals are harmless and can't be honest, but the bodyguards around Song are tense.
They all felt a sense of danger.
Song Hongyan shouted: "What prophecy?"
"The beauty splatters blood, and the white snow has just accumulated."
The man in gray smiled: "The empress will never change his master!"
Ye Fan flashed coldly: "Are you a killer sent by Emperor Hao?"
The man in gray said lightly: "I'm not a killer."
"Isn't it a killer, or a prophet?"
Song Hongyan sneered: "Explain and explain to me, what does it mean that Hongyan splashes blood and snow begins to accumulate?"
"There is nothing to explain, it's just literal."
"If you have to explain, it is that Mr. Song will suffer a bloody disaster recently, and he will likely lose his life."
The man in gray said in a gentle tone: "The Emperor is no longer spying from Mr. Song, and he will always be the Emperor of the Duanmu family."
Ye Fan's cold voice came out: "Where is the snow first accumulated?"
"Mr. Song is dead. Not only will the Dihao Bank not change its ownership, but Bai Xue, who was suppressed by her, can also make a fortune because of President Song's death."
The man in gray whispered to take over Ye Fan's topic:
"As for this Bai Xue, he is Young Master Ye's ex-wife, Tang Ruoxue."
His eyes at Ye Fan were more interesting, and he obviously knew Ye Fan's identity.
"Ruoxue?"
Ye Fan's fist couldn't help but tighten: "Why are you related to Tang Ruoxue again? She asked you to take revenge on Hongyan?"
His emotions were inexplicably irritated.
"Ye Fan, don't lose control, this is just a trick of the Duanmu family."
Song Hongyan comforted Ye Fan and said, "Tang Ruoxue would not buy murderers."
"I don't care who you are or how much you charge."
Song Hongyan looked at the man in gray again: "Report the number, how much does the Duanmu family give you, I will give you ten times."
She threw out a blank check: "Kill the old lady Duanmu for me!"
"I'm a knife guy."
The man in gray corrected indifferently: "What you credit is trust, and loyalty."
Ye Fan's voice turned cold: "The man who bought a knife?"
The man in gray nodded: "That's right, don't sell knives, don't send knives, just credit knives. If the knives are spoken, the knives will be credited."
"I have already predicted that Mr. Song must take away this knife!"
As soon as the words came to an end, the man in gray suddenly raised his hand and the flesh-cutting knife was raised instantly.
A cold light directly covered Ye Fan's neck and slashed towards him.
The sword is lit up, and the chill is blowing.
Song Hongyan shouted: "Be careful!"
"Swoosh--"
Ye Fan was prepared, so he stepped back and approached the car.
With a shout, the flesh-cutting knife slashed Ye Fan in place.
A storm of cold wind swept across instantly.
The knife light did not hurt Ye Fan, but several fallen leaves broke and then dissipated into a pile of pieces.
The blade is sharp.
"cut!"
The attack was not successful, but the man in gray was not depressed at all and his wrists shook.
Several powerful swords were released instantly and locked Ye Fan.
Ye Fan snorted coldly, without dodging, and his fist rushed out.
There was only a banging sound, and the sword that locked him collapsed, and the shadow of the sword that followed was also dispersed.
The man in gray narrowed his eyes, pressed and swept his sword, and continued to slash Ye Fan's chest.
The sharp momentum poured down.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched, the fish intestine sword flashed, and a few sounds blocked the blade of the man in gray.
"Swoosh--"
The man in gray retreated, his body bowed, and his whole body disappeared from the spot.
And a terrifying sword light appeared in the air.
He rushed down with his sword.
At this moment, not only is the cutter knife sharp, but the man in gray is also like a treasure knife and iron is like mud.
"boom--"
Facing this thunderous knife, Ye Fan did not dodge.
Once he hid, the sword light must have slashed on the car.
Song Hongyan and Su Xier behind them are likely to be injured.
So Ye Fan roared angrily, waved his sword repeatedly, and cut off all the sharp edges of the flesh-cutting blades.
Then he pierced the charge trajectory of the man in gray, and when his instinctive body stopped, he suddenly swung out with a punch:
"break!"
A rainbow of momentum!
The next second, his fist hit the blade hard.
"boom!"
There was only a loud bang, the knife light fell to the ground, the fists dissipated, and the air was burning.
Ye Fan took a step back and hit the car, causing pain in his back and cracked his clothes, but nothing happened.
The man in gray popped back five or six meters, his chest one after another, and he opened his mouth slightly and gasped.
Although the knife in his hand was not broken, there was a crack on the blade, which made the sharpness of the tip of the knife two points less.
Ye Fan gently stroked his fist and spoke: "Your knife is of poor quality, so don't have credit."
He spoke contemptuously, but he felt a little more alert.
The man in gray was able to withstand him for three rounds, and his skills were not bad.
This also made Ye Fan dispel his entangled thoughts and prepared to escort Song Hongyan and the others back to the villa first.
Otherwise, if there are a few more knives who have been credited, Song Hongyan will be in trouble.
Hearing Ye Fan's sarcasm, the man in gray laughed:
"Since you have heard the prophecy, this knife must be credited."
He looked down at the cracks of the flesh-cutting knife: "If you don't have credit, it's against God's will, and I'm going to be unlucky."
Song Hongyan sneered: "I'm afraid that the knife will not be credited and your life will be lost here."
Then she quickly pulled Su Xier out of the car door and retreated to the villa.
Ye Fan did not take any action, but instead covered the two women retreating.
Compared to killing enemies, protecting Song Hongyan and the others.
"Give you one last chance, get out of here right away."
Ye Fan gave a warning: "Otherwise you will die here tonight."
The man in gray exhaled a long breath:
"The people are like chess, life and death are fate."
His fingers gently stroked the crack on the blade, and a strange scene soon appeared in Ye Fan's vision.
The crack disappeared visible to the naked eye, and the cutter regained its sharpness.
"Pretending to be a ghost!"
Song Hongyan gave an order: "Kill him!"
“Pu Phu Phu—”
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of Song bodyguards raised their swords and guns, and poured them out mercilessly at the man in gray.
The two snipers on the rooftop also pulled the trigger as soon as possible.
Countless warheads and crossbow arrows enveloped the man in gray.