Not only were the four men in black and Shen Siyuan stunned, but Master Mandala also opened his eyes wide.
No one expected Ye Fan to take action suddenly, or to kill himself in Yuanmingzhai territory.
This is too crazy and too crazy.
The woman in yellow who had breathed a sigh of relief stared at Ye Fan.
There was sadness and reluctance on her face. Even though she died, Ye Fan killed herself directly, and she didn't expect that she had no power to fight back.
Her mouth and nose spread, and she squeezed out a word: "You—"
Ye Fan looked at the other party with no emotion:
"I said, you can't swallow my stuff."
"Whoever wants to swallow it will have the awareness of death."
He glanced at the entire rooftop: "Including you, including Master Mandala, and the entire Yuanmingzhai."
The woman in yellow said with a resentful look on her face and said with difficulty: "You... will be buried with you..."
"You can't see it!"
After the words came to his voice, Ye Fan pulled out the Fish Intestine Sword and then waved his backhand.
With a whoosh, the head of the woman in yellow flew out.
Blood all over the ground.
"Deacon Liu!"
Seeing the woman in yellow, not only Chen Sna screamed, but the four men in black roared angrily.
Then they raised their swords at Ye Fan: "Bastard, do you dare to kill Deacon Liu in Yuanmingzhai..."
Whoosh, before he could finish his words, Ye Fan suddenly rushed forward.
He rushed through the four like a phantom.
On the way, there were only a few sounds of hens, and then four men in black fell to the ground with their throats covered.
Ye Fan stood behind them, shaking the blood of the Fish Intestine Sword and spoke:
"If you care so much about her, let's go on the road together."
Then he shouted: "The person who can make the decision in Yuanmingzhai gets out and talks!"
"Damn it, you dare to come here to kill so many people?"
Seeing Ye Fan killing five people in a row, Master Mandra's voice sank and then his body swelled.
He shrank into an inch and stood in front of Ye Fan and stared at him: "Do you think we are easy to bully?"
As the sound fell, an invisible pressure suddenly fell from the sky, pressing directly against Ye Fan, showing his power.
Chen Sna hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Master, don't get angry, don't get angry, there is a misunderstanding here..."
"Bang!"
Before Chen Sna could finish her words, Master Mandala slapped her and said angrily:
"Bitch, eat inside and out!"
"This kid killed Deacon Liu and the others not only offended me, but also offended Yuanmingzhai. How can he meet people after he didn't kill him?"
"Did you have an affair with him? Otherwise, how could you protect him like this?"
"Get out..."
He stared at Ye Fan and said, "Boy, you have committed a serious crime, the dick can't protect you--"
"Swoosh!"
Ye Fan stomped his right foot and rushed forward.
At the same time, a sword stabbed out.
Master Mandala's face changed drastically, and his body blew backwards with a bow.
At the same time, he also crossed his hands, revealing the dark iron gloves to block Ye Fan.
With just a sound of hearing, the glove broke and a brute force poured in.
Master Mandala groaned, his palm splattered blood, and his body shook and retreated.
But before taking a few steps, the Yuchang Sword pressed against his eyebrows.
A breath of death filled an instant.
Master Mandra stopped all movements and did not dare to move around to avoid Ye Fan from killing him with one sword.
Ye Fan looked at him and said softly: "Mr. Chen is not me who is protecting, but you."
Master Mandala was dry and twitchy: "Young people, if you have something to say, don't be impulsive, so as not to make irreparable mistakes."
Ye Fan said lightly: "Why don't you tell yourself not to be impulsive when you swallow my Jade Buddha of Peace?"
Master Mandala shouted: "What else do you want to kill so many people?"
Ye Fan whispered: "You chief appraiser, your hands are so dark, keeping them will only harm people."
After saying that, he used a backhand sword.
With a sound of thrust, Master Mandala's right arm flew out and blood sprayed out.
Master Mandala screamed repeatedly, his expression was crazy and extremely angry.
He didn't expect Ye Fan to cut his arm with one knife. It was too fierce and cruel.
He subconsciously retreated and wanted to hide in the chapel.
Just withdrew three or five meters, Ye Fan stabbed his calf with a sword.
Master Mandala fell to the ground with a plop, and another irrepressible wail.
Ye Fan slowly stepped forward: "The Jade Buddha of Peace has not returned me, and the matter has not been explained to me. It is not so easy to leave."
"Damn it, who made you hurt Master Mandala?"
Almost at the same time, a roar of thunder came out of the church loft.
Then an old foreigner dressed in a pastor leaped out.
He fell to the ground like a shell, and fell in front of Ye Fan and shouted:
"Boy, you are tired of living in Yuanmingzhai."
"I want to save you."
He took out a scripture with his backhand and then slapped his hands.
The scriptures suddenly flew out dozens of pieces of paper, extremely sharp, pouring towards Ye Fan like snowflakes.
Shen Siyuan couldn't help but shout: "This is the priest's celestial girl scattering flowers, be careful!"
As soon as the warning sound was heard, Ye Fan arched his body and then suddenly shook.
With a bang, all the scriptures pouring out of the past collapsed into pieces.
It was as snowing as if it was snowing.
The foreign old man's face changed: "Boy, I'm a little..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan's body flashed and he rushed forward.
One punch.
Destroy and destroy.
The foreign old man's eyelids twitched, and his cross was lying on his chest, trying to destroy Ye Fan's fist.
But the cross hit Ye Fan's fist and instantly shattered and flew.
The foreign old man was shocked and retreated repeatedly.
But he was quicker, Ye Fan was faster. When he retreated halfway, Ye Fan had already come to him.
The fist hit him in the face like a rainbow.
With a bang, the foreign old man's head burst and he fell straight in the garden.
He opened his eyes wide and died on the spot.
Ye Fan blew his fist and spoke lightly: "Get out and talk."
"Bastard, he's really lawless!"
Another woman's voice was furious, with endless murderous intent.
Before the other party could appear, Ye Fan swirled his body and shot out with a sword.
With a thud, a black-clothed woman who flew into the air behind her back, like a bird with broken wings fell.
A bloody hole was penetrated by the fish intestine sword in his throat.
Before the woman in black could bear it to fall to the ground, Ye Fan rushed over and grabbed the samurai sword in her hand.
Then he shook his samurai sword without looking back.
The samurai sword was shot at the chapel with a whoosh.
Another scream, another woman in gray was covered with her chest and fell half a meter away from Ye Fan.
She held the samurai sword tightly in her hand, and the tip of the knife was only an inch from Ye Fan's head.
The two women were staring at Ye Fan, as if they didn't expect Ye Fan to capture their voices.
But Ye Fan didn't even look at them, and grabbed two samurai swords and flew in a row.
Two camouflage gunmen in camouflage uniforms fell from the commanding heights.
"you--"
Master Mandrara did not expect Ye Fan to kill so many masters in Yuanmingzhai.
He squeezed out: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"
"Click!"
Ye Fan did not talk nonsense, picked up the Yuyan Sword, and then stepped on Master Mandra's left leg with one foot.
He shouted at the church: "Is there no one in charge?"