Not only were the four men in black and Shen Siyuan stunned, Master Mandala also opened his eyes wide.
No one thought that Ye Fan would suddenly take action or kill him on Yuanmingzhai's territory.
This is too arrogant and out of ideas.
The woman in yellow who was still breathing was staring at Ye Fan.
There was grief, anger and unwillingness on her face. She never thought that Ye Fan would directly kill her, let alone that she had no power to fight back.
She opened her mouth and nose and squeezed out one word: "You——"
Ye Fan looked at each other with emotionless eyes:
"I said, you can't swallow my things."
"Whoever wants to swallow it must have the consciousness of death."
He glanced at the entire rooftop: "Including you, including Master Mandala, including the entire Yuanmingzhai."
The woman in yellow looked bitter and struggled to speak: "You... will be buried with me..."
"You can't see it anymore!"
After the words fell, Ye Fan suddenly pulled out the fish intestine sword, and then waved with his backhand.
With a whoosh, the head of the woman in yellow flew out.
There was blood all over the ground.
"Deacon Liu!"
Seeing that the woman in yellow had her head missing, not only Shen Sina screamed, but the four men in black even roared angrily.
Then they all raised their knives towards Ye Fan: "You bastard, how dare you kill Deacon Liu in Yuanmingzhai..."
Whoosh, before the words could even be finished, Ye Fan suddenly rushed forward.
He rushed through the four people like a phantom.
On the way, a few chi chi chi sounds were heard, and then four men in black fell to the ground, clutching their throats.
Ye Fan stood behind them, shook the blood from the fish intestine sword and said:
"If you care about her so much, let's go on the road together."
Then he shouted: "Those who can make the decision in Yuanmingzhai, come out and speak!"
"You bastard, how dare you come here to kill so many people?"
Seeing Ye Fan kill five people in a row, Master Mandala's voice sank, and then he jumped up.
He shrunk to an inch and stood in front of Mark, staring at him: "Do you think we are easy to bully?"
As the voice fell, an invisible coercion suddenly fell from the sky, pressing down on Ye Fan, demonstrating his power.
Shen Sina quickly stood up and shouted: "Master, don't be angry, don't be angry, there is a misunderstanding here..."
"Crack!"
Before Shen Sina could finish her words, Master Mandala slapped her away and said angrily:
"Bitch, eat everything inside and outside!"
"By killing Deacon Liu and the others, this kid not only offended me, but also offended Yuan Mingzhai. How can he see anyone in the future if he doesn't kill him?"
"Are you having an affair with him? Otherwise, how could you defend him like this?"
"Get out of here..."
He stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "Boy, you have committed a big crime, Bitch Shen can't protect you -"
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan stamped his right foot and flew forward.
At the same time, he stabbed out with a sword.
Master Mandala's face changed drastically, and he retreated with a series of bows.
At the same time, he crossed his hands, revealing dark iron gloves to block Ye Fan.
There was just a "dang" sound, the glove broke, and a surge of brute force poured in.
Master Mandala groaned, blood splattered on his palms, and he swayed backwards.
But before he took a few steps back, the fish intestine sword was pressed between his eyebrows.
A breath of death instantly filled the air.
Master Mandala stopped all movements, not daring to move lest Ye Fan kill him with a sword.
Ye Fan looked at him and said softly: "Manager Shen is not protecting me, but you."
Master Mandala's mouth went dry: "Young man, if you have something to say, don't be impulsive, lest you make irreparable mistakes."
Ye Fan said faintly: "Don't tell yourself not to be impulsive when swallowing me?"
Master Mandala drank: "You killed so many people, what else do you want?"
Ye Fan whispered softly: "Your chief appraiser, your hand is so dark, it will only hurt people."
After speaking, his backhand sword.
Just listening, Master Mandala's right arm flew out immediately, and blood sprayed in direct blood.
Master Datura screamed again and again, his expression was mad, and he was extremely angry.
He did not expect that Ye Fan would break his arm with one knife, too fierce, too cruel.
He retired subconsciously and wanted to hide in the church.
Just exiting three or five meters, Ye Fan had his calf in a sword.
Master Mandala fell to the ground, and it was an unsustainable sorrow.
Ye Fan slowly stepped forward: "Ping An Jade Buddha hasn't returned me, and things have not been explained yet. If you want to go, it's not so easy."
"Mixing things, who makes you hurt Master Mandala?"
Almost at the same time, a thunder roar came out of the church's attic.
Then a foreigner dressing out of a pastor leaping out.
He fell to the ground like an artillery shell, and fell in front of Ye Fan and roared:
"Boy, you are arrogant in Yuanmingzhai, you are tired of life."
"I want to surpass you."
He touched a scripture in his backhand, and then patted it with both hands.
The scriptures suddenly flew out dozens of paper pieces, which was extremely sharp, pouring at Ye Fan like a snowflake.
Shen Siyuan couldn't help but shouting: "This is the priest's Tian Nu Sanhua, be careful!"
As soon as the sound of the warning, he saw Ye Fan's body bow, and then shocked sharply.
Just listen to the bombardment, pour the past scriptures, all of them collapsed into fragments.
It is like snowing.
Foreign old people have changed their faces: "Boy, a bit ..."
After that, Ye Fan had flashed, and the whole person flew up.
Punch out.
Destruction and death.
The eyelids of the foreigners jumped, the cross was across the chest, and wanted to abolish Ye Fan's fist.
It was just a cross that encountered Ye Fan's fist, and it instantly collapsed.
Foreign old people were shocked and retreated again and again.
It's just that he is fast, Ye Fan is faster. When he retreats halfway, Ye Fan has arrived in front of him.
The fist is imposing like a rainbow.
Just listening to the bang, the head of the foreigner burst, and fell straight into the garden.
Furiously died on the spot.
Ye Fan blows his fist and opens a faint opening: "The manager rolls out and speaks."
"Wang Ba egg, it's really impossible!"
Another woman's voice was furious, and she also had endless killing intentions.
Without waiting for the other party to appear, Ye Fan spinled, and a sword flew out.
Just listening to the flutter, a woman who flew into the air behind the air behind it fell like a bird with broken wings.
A blood hole from the fish intestine sword hole.
Without waiting for the woman in black to fall to the ground, Ye Fan rushed over again, and she captured the samurai knife in her hand.
Then he did not return to the warrior.
A samurai knife shot to the church.
There was another scream, and another gray woman's forbearance covered her chest and fell outside Ye Fan.
She held the samurai knife in her hand, and the tip of the knife was only one inch from Ye Fan's head.
The two women stared at Ye Fan, and it seemed that Ye Fan could capture their voice.
But Ye Fan didn't look at them at a glance, and grabbed the two samurai knives to shoot.
The two camouflage gunmen wearing camouflage uniforms fell down from a high point.
"you--"
Master Mandala did not expect Ye Fan to kill so many masters in Yuan Mingzhai.
He squeezed out a sentence: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"
"Crack!"
Ye Fan didn't waste any time, picked up the fish intestine sword, and then stepped on Master Mandala's left leg with one kick.
He shouted to the chapel: "Is there no one in charge?"