Tang Shi'er and Secretary Jiang roared in unison, grabbed Ichiro Abe and threw him back.
At the same time, he grabbed several Tang Sect bodyguards and blocked them in front of him.
Abe Ichiro groaned and fell to the floor at the door in great pain.
Secretary Jiang stepped forward and stood in front of Ichiro Abe.
"Whoosh whoosh-" At this moment, hundreds of blades flew towards him.
More than a dozen Yang Kingdom warriors roared and drew their swords to chop at random. After a sharp clang, the blades flew around and fell.
However, their bodies were spattered with blood and they took a few steps back.
There are a few more leaking blades on the chest.
A dozen people screamed and fell to the ground with their samurai swords in hand. They twitched twice and then lost movement.
There is no doubt that the blade is smeared with poison that seals the throat at the sight of blood.
Then, the killer threw out the handle of the umbrella in his hand, killing the Tangmen guards who were trying to rescue Secretary Jiang and his companions.
The umbrella handle also exploded into a pile of flames, blocking Secretary Jiang and Ichiro Abe from evacuating into the nursing home.
The thick smoke from these fires, which could not be extinguished by the rain, was pungent and prevented the elites of the Tang Sect from rushing out to support them for a while.
What shocked Tang Shi'er and the others the most was that several flames rose up in the sanatorium, scattering the Tang Sect's people.
In just one face-to-face encounter, Tang Shi'er lost most of his men, and fell into a subtle danger.
Tang Shi'er was furious when he saw this: "Protect Mr. Abe and kill them!"
Secretary Jiang formed a human wall to protect Ichiro Abe.
Tang Shi'er led others to block the attacking enemies.
Ye Fan subconsciously rushed to help, but was pulled back by Zheng Qiankun and retreated to the nanny car.
Zheng Qiankun shouted repeatedly: "Young Master Ye, it's too dangerous. Don't be impulsive. Don't be impulsive."
He grabbed Ye Fan's sleeve tightly.
Ye Fan said angrily: "Why are you holding me back?
I’m going to help!”
He didn't want to help Tang Clan, but if he wanted to find out Song Hongyan's whereabouts from Tang Pingfan, he had no choice but to show off against his will.
"Why are you helping me, little ancestor? These are all killers."
Zheng Qiankun refused to let go no matter what: "It's so ferocious. It looks like he's well-trained. He will hold you and die together in a minute."
"And they are here for the Tang Sect. Why are you rushing up to join in the fun?"
"The most important thing is that I brought you to Longshan Sanatorium. If you make any mistakes, how can I explain it to the Master of Ye Sect?"
"Your father and the others have long believed that I have good intentions. If something happens to you, I will probably be torn into pieces by them."
He begged Ye Fan bitterly: "Little ancestor, I beg you, don't rush forward, Tang Shi'er can handle it."
Ye Fan ignored him and prepared to help, but Zheng Qiankun simply hugged Ye Fan's thigh.
Ye Fan frowned slightly... "Bang, bang, bang -" At this moment, the Tang clan disciples had already reacted, pulled out their firearms and shot at the approaching killer.
Dozens of bullets poured in.
The four killers who rushed at the front trembled and were beaten into sieves and fell to the wet floor.
Amidst the smoke, a whistle sounded.
The killer behind them immediately changed their formation, and dozens of people shrank into five teams. Another person in front flashed an umbrella.
Umbrellas protected their bodies and they rushed through the wind and rain.
Ye Fan was slightly surprised, secretly praising how well-trained these killers were, and his eyes were also fixed on one of the killers in gray.
He was wearing a mask, his eyes were deep, his toes were tapping the ground, he was fast and agile, like a civet cat.
Among the charging killers, the gray-robed killer not only looked thin and inconspicuous, but to Ye Fan, he looked like a silent volcano.
As long as he needs it, he will be able to burst out with energy.
This discovery also made Ye Fan decide to wait and see for a while.
“Bang, bang, bang—” The Tang disciple continued to pull the trigger.
The bullet made a clanging sound when it hit the umbrella, but although it shook the umbrella, it did not damage the umbrella instantly.
Countless warheads fell to the ground with a bang, and were stepped on by pairs of military boots.
Ye Fan stiffened slightly. He felt like he had seen this scene before before, and then he remembered Chen Long resisting Song Hongyan's attack.
This is probably an umbrella made of the same bulletproof material.
Could it be that these people are related to Wu Yi Lane?
"Whoosh whoosh-" As Ye Fan's thoughts were turning, the killer who had closed the distance roared, the umbrella was retracted and extended, and the ribs flew out instantly.
Nearly a hundred umbrella ribs flashed away, extremely sharp.
Tang Shi'er shouted again: "Be careful!"
The Tang clan disciple who had used up all his bullets threw away his firearm and drew his sword with his backhand to block the sharp umbrella rib.
Dang dang dang, with a burst of metal collision, all the umbrella ribs were chopped off by the elites of the Tang Sect.
Just another plume of white smoke came out of the broken umbrella rib, causing the six Tangmen disciples in front to groan and fall to the ground.
Poisonous smoke! "Son of a bitch!"
Tang Shi'er was furious and picked up a samurai sword to rush forward.
The surrounding killers raised their hands again, and more than a dozen crossbow arrows flew over.
They brought their killer qualities to the extreme.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Faced with the killer's endless methods, Tang Shi'er was very angry and wanted to strangle them all, but there was nothing he could do.
He could only knock down all the incoming crossbow arrows to the ground.
The crossbow arrows fell on both sides, as if weeds had suddenly sprouted. It was shocking at first glance.
Secretary Jiang and the three Tang clan disciples never took action, but protected Ichiro Abe with an indifferent expression.
The old man had regained his composure and looked at the scene of the killing with his hands behind his back.
But Ye Fan caught it, Ichiro Abe glanced this way.
As soon as Ye Fan lowered his head, he also caught Zheng Qiankun's eyes narrowing.
The two glanced at each other.
Ye Fan frowned even more: Familiar?
"kill!"
"flutter!"
At this moment, the Tang clan disciples and the killer were in close combat.
The killer rushed towards Abe Ichiro with all his strength, and the Tang clan disciples tried their best to stop him.
One by one, their eyes were red with blood, they were howling and waving their weapons to kill.
Suddenly, there was the sound of weapons clashing, the shouts of the combatants, and the dying screams of the slain... Several killers bypassed the crowd and pressed against Tang Shi'er, who was on the second line of defense.
Before anyone arrives, the hidden weapon will fly first.
"Swish, swish, swish -" Three crossbow arrows flew.
Tang Shi'er waved his samurai sword to block.
When his arm was sore and he subconsciously stepped back, a crossbow arrow grazed the outside of his left arm.
He suddenly felt pain and numbness in his shoulder, and then it became a little heavy.
The other party wanted to kill him! Tang Shi'er couldn't help but burst out with anger.
He was aggrieved and angry like never before, and he shouted and threw himself at the approaching killer.
"kill!"
Tang Shi'er let out an earth-shattering roar, his face twisted, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.
He swung his knife at the two charging killers.
Pounce! He slashed the head of the killer on the left, and a stream of blood spurted out to show his success.
The killer on the left lost his vitality and was shaking and about to fall down, but Tang Shi'er didn't have the strength to pull out the knife.
In this gap, another killer had already drawn a knife, and the blade directly hit Tang Shi'er's left arm.
Pounce! The same stream of blood spurted out.
"Ah——" There was a blood hole on his left arm, and the amount of blood was astonishing.
Tang Shi'er roared and slashed the enemy who hurt him to the floor with a backhand knife.
"Whoosh -" At this moment, the gray-clothed killer wrapped in the crowd changed his mediocre and inconspicuous posture and suddenly shot towards Tang Shi'er.
At this moment, he was like a sword breaking through the ground, with unparalleled sharpness.
He struck Tang Shi'er with a merciless sword.
The momentum is like a startling rainbow.
Tang Shi'er's expression changed and he swung out his sword. The swords met in mid-air without making any sound, as if the two weapons were stuck together.
Unable to separate, unable to evacuate.
The next second, the gray-clothed killer turned over and went down, gently and skillfully hitting Tang Shi'er's chest with one palm.
Although that palm seemed very light and gentle, Tang Shi'er's thick chest fell with that palm, and his bones made a dense crackling sound.
Blood flowed out of Tang Shi'er's mouth and nose like a stream.
Tang Shi'er screamed and fell five or six meters.
The killer in gray didn't stop. He shrunk to the ground, drew his sword with his backhand, and stabbed Tang Shi'er in the neck.
"Whoosh -" Just as Tang Shi'er was about to lose his life, he heard a sharp sound coming from behind.
The gray-clothed killer's expression changed slightly. Without any extra thought, he staggered his feet and struck out with his backhand.
There was only a sound as a stone was knocked down by him.
But he also grunted and took a few steps back.
Then, he saw Ye Fan rushing over like a cheetah: "Stop-"
