The owner of the villa, Jiufeng, glared angrily at Ye Fan in front of him.
There was a thousand anger and ten thousand hatred in his heart.
After receiving requests from Ouyang Wuji and Nangong Fu, he gathered core experts to formulate a plan of "burning together".
Jiufeng prepared to carry out suicide attacks on Ye Fan thirty-six times in three days.
He didn't believe that Ye Fan could withstand such a dense attack.
But Jiu Feng never expected that just as they were about to send out men to implement the plan, Yinxian Villa would be attacked by Ye Fan.
The preemptive sneak attack has made Jiu Feng angry, and it will seriously disrupt the plan of sharing the fate with each other, because many chess pieces have not yet left the house.
What made Jiufeng even more beat his chest was that Ye Fan used a drone to bomb the villa.
They use drones, bombs, and smoke, and use all kinds of methods. They are even more bottomless than evil people like them.
This wave of drone attacks not only killed nearly a hundred companions, but also made the villa into chaos, making it impossible to order and prohibit the people.
In the blink of an eye, the impregnable Yinxian Villa changed beyond recognition.
Ye Fan also came to the city.
So Jiufeng wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces with a thousand knives.
"Is it too much to bully someone?"
Ye Fan touched the blood on his face and sneered: "Are you worthy of saying this?"
"Of all of you here, who has no life in his hands? Which one is not a heinous person?"
"You have committed such heinous crimes. You have survived for so many years, but God has no eyes for you."
"And if I don't come to bully you today, you will probably attack me tomorrow."
Ye Fan's voice sank: "So stop talking nonsense, kneel down or die!"
Damn, you guessed it.
Jiufeng was slightly speechless, and then became even more furious.
He felt more frustrated than ever before.
The plan that was worked out by racking one's brains and working together will turn into a pile of waste paper before it can even be started.
Hate, hate.
Then, he also flashed a sharp sword and smiled ferociously:
"Kneel down or die?"
"How do you have the right to say this?"
"When I committed murder and arson, you were still lying in your mother's belly. Is it your turn to teach me a lesson?"
"Do you think bombing and poisoning can make me surrender?"
"impossible!"
"I, a scholar, can be killed but not humiliated!"
"Every bone in my body is hard."
"And I still have sixty brothers. If we give it a go, we don't know who will win."
Jiufeng held the long sword and stared angrily, posing as if he was going to fight Ye Fan to the death.
"kill!"
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense and pressed his hands.
The disciples of the Wu League swarmed forward.
Jiufeng also yelled: "Brothers, fight it out!"
Sixty criminals also rushed down the steps with red eyes.
The two sides thus kicked off the final fight.
The blade flashes! The murderous intention is fierce!
Hundreds of people started fighting on the spot.
The stairs were in chaos, with screams, the sounds of sharp weapons, and the sounds of fighting coming and going.
Blood flowed freely from the stairs, staining the entire soles of Ye Fan's feet.
But he maintained an attitude of neither sadness nor joy.
"kill--"
The four enemies rushed towards Ye Fan, and all four long knives fell down.
Ye Fan waved forward and blocked.
"when!"
Ye Fan blocked four knives, then flicked his wrist.
The fish intestine sword flashed with a sharp edge, and the four of them immediately spurted blood and flew out.
Ye Fan didn't even look at their casualties. He tiptoed and jumped up the three steps.
The fish intestine sword stabbed out again, and several white lights burst out.
The three enemies facing each other were unable to dodge and fell to the ground with a groan.
Before they closed their eyes, Ye Fan had passed from them and picked the enemy who put cold arrows in front.
No one!
His vision, locking the highest point of the steps of the steps.
"Killing and killing-"
The furious Jiufeng also fights like crazy, and her feet are horizontal and eight piles of blood -stained bodies.
There are members of the Yinxian Villa, as well as the children of the martial arts who want to lead.
The blood splashing ink is splashed, and the scene is extremely miserable.
In front of Jiufeng, there were eight martial arts children.
They do their best to cut Jiufeng down.
The knife is like a rainbow!
Jiufeng, who kills red eyes, a huge body is like a non -shaken Taishan.
No matter how the martial arts ’s children are impact, they do not retreat, and support their strength to touch each other.
One sword and one person, knocked the rival opponents one by one.
His face had splattered blood, but he didn't even wipe it.
He is like an Ashura harvesting his life.
In a blink of an eye, the eight martial arts children fell to the ground.
"Dangdang-"
When Wu Kyushu saw this, he could not be reprimanded, and he rushed over to Jiufeng.
The knife is violent, and the knife is fatal.
"kill!"
Jiufeng did not retreat, and waved the sharp sword yelling to die.
In the sound of a series of swords collision, Wu Kyushu snorted, and his nose and blood spurted out five or six meters.
The battle knife in his hand was also broken into two.
Obviously, the collision just made every effort.
"Cough -Keke-"
It's just that Jiufeng can't stop coughing.
He originally had the old problem of asthma, and he inhaled some poisonous smoke.
Just now he was fighting, and his body was naturally hit.
With one sound, it seemed to be shocking.
Jiufeng stands between hell -like blood pools, and the shirt on her body is covered with blossomy blood flowers.
He lowered his body and squeezed the ground with a sharp sword, curled up like a prawn, with a painful cough.
The pale face has risen into gray purple.
The thick blood, along the body, slowly flowed down, dyed the marble ladder into red.
This time the cough is more intense than any time.
"Jiufeng, don't kneel yet?"
Ye Fan sneered, and like a cheetah.
A sword waved out!
"Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
"Ye Fan!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Seeing Ye Fan rushing towards himself, Jiufeng, who raised his head, was cracking. After stopping the cough, the lunatic shouted.
He then held up his sword in his hand and flickered like the wind direction. Ye Fan rolled down.
He adopts the same fighting fight.
Ye Fan flashed, and after avoiding the other party's Jianfeng, he was close to Jiufeng's body.
The dazzling sword light makes everyone think that lightning is split.
"!"
With a sharp sound, Jiufeng screamed, one arm broke and flew out.
Ye Fan didn't stop, and he hit his arms suddenly.
"Bang--"
There was a loud noise, Jiufeng screamed again, and his mouth and nose spraying blood fell back.
He banged into the castle hall.
More than a dozen companions roared to help, but they were suppressed by Yuan Qingyi and Wu Kyushu. They were suppressed.
Ye Fan shook the fish intestinal sword, stepped into the hall with one foot.
The hall is tall, three floors are tall, but there is an indescribable gloom.
It was just that Ye Fan didn't care about it, he only locked the nine phoenix leaning on the pillars.
"Jiufeng, the general trend has gone ..."
Ye Fan slowly stepped forward: "Don't struggle, it's down, I keep you a life."
This murderer must know that a lot of confidentiality.
If you cooperate, you can not only let Ouyang Wuji defeat, but also solve many suspension cases, which can be given to the victims.
Jiufeng shouted with a low pain: "You are not qualified! No qualifications!"
"After today, there is no one -hidden villa, and there are only a few living mouths."
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Set down, enjoy his old age, don't fall, life is better than death!"
Jiufeng roared: "Lao Tzu kills countlessly, it's enough to work early, come, kill me."
"Okay, let me see ..."
Seeing Jiufeng's death without repent, Ye Fan sneered:
"Is your bones hard, or Chen Bahuang's means hard."
"!"
Just when Ye Fan was going to abolish Jiufeng's hands and feet, the pillar height suddenly revealed a person.