When the kind old woman called Haizhu, Ye Fan was walking firmly towards the entrance of the cemetery.
A tree suddenly shook, and a killer fell silently and stabbed Ye Fan in the head.
Ye Fan didn't even dodge, and suddenly waved his saber.
The sword flashed instantly.
when!
The killer's sharp sword suddenly broke in the middle as if struck by thunder, and his whole person was split in half by the sword.
The overwhelming power of the momentum made everyone take a breath of air-conditioning and at the same time secretly shudder.
"kill!"
But the enemies soon swarmed towards Ye Fan again!
Ye Fan showed no fear on his face, and his saber came out like a poisonous snake, killing five or six people in an instant.
The thick smell of blood made everyone become even more crazy.
The killers charge like locusts, die, but gather again and charge again!
In the cold light, Ye Fan, covered in blood, still moved forward:
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Countless killers roared and rushed towards Ye Fan.
Poison needles, poison arrows, poison smoke, close combat, attacks in turn, one after another, huge waves.
Compared with the crazy attacks of the killers, Ye Fan showed a more powerful side.
The saber in his hand was extremely fast and ruthless.
Facing the attacking enemy, Ye Fan not only refused to retreat, but also often fought back with faster, fiercer and more ruthless moves.
The swings of the sword were so dense that there was almost no gap and no pause.
Many of the enemies struck by his blade had been hit by the blade before they had time to dodge, and fell backwards.
Although the killer also used his knife to kill, he was blocked by Ye Fan.
There were dozens of people, but no one could stop Ye Fan.
Many killers turned from living life into a corpse without even touching the corners of Ye Fan's clothes.
More than fifty meters away, Ye Fan killed him abruptly.
Shen Hongxiu followed Ye Fan closely, constantly cutting down the hidden arrows that sneaked up from behind.
Her face was stained mottled with splashes of blood, like dots of blooming red plums, and she could faintly hear Ye Fan's breathing.
She knew that the reason why Ye Fan fought out step by step and was not flexible enough to deal with the enemy was because he was worried that those people would hurt him.
If it weren't for protecting her, who was a burden, Ye Fan would have killed someone and left on horseback. Why would he need this inch of soil and blood to fight?
Looking at Ye Fan's protective face, Shen Hongxiu felt something strange in her heart.
She couldn't help shouting again: "Ye Fan, don't worry about me, just leave."
"Shut up!"
Ye Fan interrupted Shen Hongxiu's words without politeness: "I have killed so many people in Wuyi Lane. If you don't care, they will hunt me down."
"But it's hard for you to rush out with me."
Shen Hongxiu shouted: "They have never attacked me, they just want to use me to drag you down."
During this attack, in addition to attacking Ye Fan, the killer also besieged Shen Hongxiu from time to time, just to distract Ye Fan's energy and physical strength.
"Don't talk nonsense. This burden of yours is nothing. Follow me and fight out with all your heart."
Ye Fan scolded him unceremoniously: "If you continue to think wildly, you will really get me here."
"No matter how powerful I am, I can't take away someone who doesn't want to leave."
"Walk--"
Ye Fan didn't even look at the fallen enemy and led Shen Hongxiu toward the exit.
There are only ten meters left from the exit.
The killer was so red-eyed that he risked his life and besieged Ye Fan one after another.
Ye Fan, who was full of murderous intent, used gods to kill gods and ghosts to kill ghosts. After suffering more than ten wounds on his body, he also killed all the enemies with his sword.
The wounds were all left by protecting Shen Hongxiu.
"boom--"
When Ye Fan kicked away a killer, the siege completely stopped.
The ground was full of injured and dead people.
The view ahead is wide and unobstructed, except for the kind old woman at the door.
She was leaning on a bull-head crutch and looking at Mark with a calm face.
"Let's get started after you've had enough rest."
Ye Fan straightened his saber and said, "I'm rushing back for a midnight snack."
Shen Hongxiu coughed and stepped back a few meters. He was covered in injuries and his head was dizzy, so he couldn't help.
She also secretly made up her mind that once Ye Fan was at a disadvantage, she would commit suicide so that Ye Fan no longer had to protect herself and could fight out alone.
She will never be a drag.
"Ye Fan, although you are very powerful, you must be at the end of your strength after fighting so many people and enduring so much poisonous smoke."
At this moment, the kind old woman was looking at Ye Fan and smiled indifferently: "What's the difference between challenging me like this and seeking death?"
No matter how powerful the master is, he will become a dead dog after a fierce battle with hundreds of elites, not to mention the all-pervasive poisonous smoke.
No matter how Ye Fan could detoxify, this kind of environment could only be suppressed, but could not be resolved on the spot.
So she has strong confidence to deal with Ye Fan.
Ye Fan smiled: "Whether I am at the end of my strength, you will know if you try it?"
"Whoosh!"
Without any more nonsense, a skinny figure disappeared in a flash.
The kind old woman sprang out like a sharp arrow.
His eyes were phosphorescent.
The blood and coldness condensed from the cries of countless souls flashed in the eyes,
She rushed towards Ye Fan.
The kind old woman looked very strange when running, her figure was obviously lowered, she seemed to be using all four limbs, but she was as fast as the wind, she really looked like a mad cow.
While walking, her right hand sank, and a sharp knife emerged from the crutch, shining with a fascinating light.
Shen Hongxiu shouted subconsciously: "Ye Fan, be careful!"
Ye Fan held the saber and stepped out. With this step, his situation changed instantly.
He was like a covered fire. When he stirred it up, the fire shot into the sky and sparks flew everywhere.
The next second, he moved towards the kind old woman and blocked her. He was as fast as a meteor, even worse than the kind old woman.
The eyes of the running kind old woman condensed instantly, and a flash of surprise flashed across her face, as if she didn't expect that Ye Fan still had some energy left.
You know, he has fought hundreds of people, and one person will die from exhaustion by killing a hundred pigs, let alone a hundred elite killers?
But she quickly suppressed her surprise and charged towards Mark with a roar: "Kill!"
The two people's eyes collided, locked, and interlocked. At this moment, they both saw the courage to fear life and death in each other's eyes.
A strong enemy, this is a strong enemy, both of them recognized it at the same time.
Ye Fan also shouted: "Kill!"
"boom!"
As the two people approached, grass clippings flew up on the ground, like two lions and tigers running wildly and colliding head-on.
Although each side acknowledges that the other is strong, they have absolute confidence in their own strength.
As a result, the two bloodthirsty and violent warriors started fighting in the most cruel, primitive and bloody way.
"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"
The cane and the saber kept colliding, stabbing, and swiping. The harsh sound was endless and shook the whole cemetery.
The black stick shadow and lightning-like white light crisscrossed each other, constantly going back and forth over the grass.
Where the weapons collide, there are blinding sparks exploding continuously, and the aura of anxiety is everywhere, dazzling Shen Hongxiu and the others who are watching.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The kind old woman roared like a beast.
The crutch in her hand kept slashing at him so fast that people couldn't see the shape, as if she was going to smash Ye Fan into a pile of meat.
Ye Fan didn't retreat at all, and the saber swished out, striking at the kind old woman's vital points.
Shen Hongxiu and several seriously injured killers all had stunned faces.`
It's too fast, it's too perverted, it's attacking vital points, the knife is so close to the flesh, it really makes people's hearts beat fast.
The killer in Wuyi Lane was still extremely frustrated. He never thought that Ye Fan could compete with Lord Chou Niu.
And they were evenly matched after a fierce battle.
"Dangdangdang——"
At this time, the kind old woman and Ye Fan roared again and collided fiercely, waving the weapons in their hands without any moisture.
The movements are getting faster and faster, and it is increasingly difficult to see clearly who is the kind old woman and who is Ye Fan.
"Ploppap!"
No one knew who was injured, and wisps of blood began to spatter from time to time.
Their faces became distorted, looking ferocious and fierce.
"when!"
As the two collided again and took action, more than a dozen blood flowers suddenly bloomed on the kind old woman's body.
"Um!"
Then, the kind old woman groaned and fell back seven or eight meters like a kite with its string cut off.
Just when she was about to land, she suddenly twisted her waist and stopped her leaning body.
Kneel down on one knee and poke the ground with a cane to avoid being on your back.
However, the deep bone wounds on her chest and back, as well as the shock on her face, indicated that she had been seriously injured.
Ye Fan also flew out and landed in front of the tombstone eight meters away, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
"Click——"
The kind old woman did not stop, she twisted her crutch, and with a roar, forty-nine embroidery needles were sprayed out.
The poisonous needle hit Ye Fan directly in his field of vision.
This kind of distance, this kind of rapid fire, and this kind of surprise make it impossible for people to avoid it.
Shen Hongxiu's heart trembled: "Ye Fan, be careful!"
"when--"
Ye Fan did not dodge, he suddenly folded the saber with both hands, and it shattered into dozens of pieces with a click and ejected.
With a sharp and crisp sound, all the embroidery needles were hit by fragments and fell to the ground.
"Boy..."
The kind old woman was about to speak, and the next moment, a ray of sword light rose into the sky.
Ye Fan arrived in a flash.
The kind old woman's face suddenly changed suddenly, and she instinctively wanted to sweep her crutch upwards.
However, the action stopped just halfway.
"laugh!"
In the horrified look of the kind old woman, the fish intestine sword was pressed against her throat.
"you lose!"
Ye Fan looked at the old woman and spoke calmly.
Three simple words, but the kind old woman's body was shaken, and all her strength and fighting spirit disappeared like a tide.
There was still a hint of loneliness on her face.
Losing means not only losing your life, but also losing a lifetime of glory...
She raised her head and looked at Ye Fan, and smiled kindly: "I lost. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Wuyixiang really shouldn't take your order."
Ye Fan sighed: "It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world."
"Too!"
The kind old woman nodded gently: "If there was a regret medicine, there would probably be no winners or losers in this world."
"But I lost, and you didn't win either."
She whispered: "You will also lose a lot."
Ye Fan smiled: "Really?"
"I am dead, but there is another danger waiting for you."
The kind old woman looked up at the sky: "At this moment, Master Haizhu should have entered your Ye family..."
The next second, she straightened up and let the fish intestine sword sink into her throat...
