In the cold wind, the bell of Sensoji Temple rang.
The birds in the forest were frightened and took flight.
The sky full of cherry blossoms and flying birds makes the scenery of Sensoji Temple extremely pleasant, and also makes Song Hongyan's eyes reflect tenderness.
She knew this was a signal, the final moment of life and death:
"Ye Fan, let's go and fight, I will always be with you."
She let go of Ye Fan, holding a knife and a gun, and hid in the corner to protect herself.
Ye Fan didn't waste any time, kicked up his backpack with a bang, and carried the remaining twelve sabers on his back.
He faced the oncoming enemy bravely.
At this moment, the Blood Doctor Sect and others had reorganized their team and surrounded the high platform like a rainbow.
Umekawa Kuzi pointed his sword: "Kill!"
Countless enemies roared and charged in an instant.
"Whoosh——"
Ye Fan didn't say anything nonsense, he pressed his hands forward, and four knives flew out from his back.
The sword flashed, murderous intent filled the sky, and the heads of twelve Qianye elites fell to the ground.
Blood spilled.
"Bang bang bang!"
When the twelve Chiba brothers fell to the ground, Ye Fan also rushed forward with a sprint.
He grabbed the sharp snow knife and swung it violently.
The three Tokugawa ninjas screamed and fell to the ground.
Ye Fan reached out with his hands and took back the four spinning sabers. The next second, he crossed his hands and waved again.
"Whoosh——"
The four knives roared out again.
"ah--"
More than a dozen disciples of the Blood Medicine Sect who rushed to the high platform had their throats cut before they could even get close.
One by one, they fell to the ground with their eyes open, as if they didn't believe in such a fast knife.
At the same time, Ye Fan moved forward calmly, and the snow knife kept flashing out, piercing the throats of one enemy after another.
He seemed slow, but he was extremely fast. He traveled back and forth for more than ten meters, and he arrived in the blink of an eye.
I don’t know whether they were too slow, or because Ye Fan’s level had improved, and the enemy’s movements were too slow in Ye Fan’s eyes.
Therefore, Ye Fan was able to swing the sword in a series of moves, and he could also calmly avoid the hidden weapons that attacked him. His strength was incredible.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan killed more than fifty people.
But the enemy didn't even touch a corner of his clothes.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
Ye Fan just swung the knife and just rotated out, and his opponents were killed one by one.
Every time he raised his hand, every time he flew around, seven or eight enemies screamed and fell to the ground.
One of the enemies who attacked Song Hongyan was unceremoniously split in half by Ye Fan.
Ye Fan also flew out three sabers and shot three Takahashi gunmen to the ground.
The sword kills, the sword kills, fighting all the way, blood all the way.
Irresistible.
"presumptuous!"
Meichuan Kuzi shouted: "Master monk, please take action!"
"Qiang!"
Eighteen figures flashed out from beside her, and eighteen Zen staffs were waved in unison.
Hanguangxiao killed the entire high platform.
"Donor Ye, put down the butcher knife——"
When there was thunder in the sky but it hadn't rained yet, the eighteen monks had already stomped on the ground and jumped into the air.
They were like arrows and lightning, shooting straight towards Ye Fan, and the light of the white Zen staff transformed the open space into a sea of staffs.
The Zen staff cut through the air, and a shrill sound could be heard faintly.
The eighteen great monks of Sensoji Temple and the guardians of the temple are no less than the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple in China.
At this moment, eighteen people took action together, which was naturally majestic.
"It won't be too late to kill you all and then let them go!"
With such momentum, Ye Fan turned a blind eye and instead laughed.
Then he waved his hand casually.
A flash of sword light flashed.
The eighteen monks suddenly felt a pressure coming towards them.
Such strength and power made them feel suffocated.
Not to mention charging forward, even moving was very difficult, and the eighteen people subconsciously slowed down their steps.
"Whoosh——"
Ye Fan flicked his wrist, and another sword flashed out.
The faces of the eighteen people changed drastically, and they blocked Ye Fan's snow knife with a Zen staff.
With a bang, eighteen people flew six meters backwards.
Then they hurriedly twisted their waists and used a thousand-jin drop. After landing, they took several steps back in succession, trying to stabilize their bodies being pushed by the remaining force.
Eighteen people and eighteen Zen staffs worked together to block Ye Fan's sword.
Although they were calm, they all had shock in their eyes. They never expected that Ye Fan would be so tyrannical.
You know, Ye Fan has fought several times, how could he still have the strength to resist eighteen people?
"As expected of the great monk of Sensoji Temple, his skills are indeed better than those of the Blood Medicine Sect."
Ye Fan showed a hint of appreciation: "It's just that monks don't recite sutras properly and come to help the tyrants do evil. It can be seen that your practice is selling sheep's heads to dog meat."
He himself didn't know why his strength was endless, especially in his left arm. The surge of power made Ye Fan feel like he could kill an elephant with one punch.
Meichuan Kuzi's face turned cold: "Kill him!"
"Anita Buddha——"
As soon as the words fell, the eighteen great monks all let out a long roar.
The next second, they moved their steps.
The afterimages of the eighteen people standing there have not disappeared, and their bodies have appeared in front of Ye Fan.
The speed is astonishing.
"Whoosh——"
They turned their thorns into chops, going up and down, slashing at Ye Fan's head with great force and speed!
A series of actions were completed within a tenth of a second, so fast that it was beyond the reach of the human eye and too fast for the human brain to respond.
Selina and the others stiffened slightly, secretly exclaiming how powerful these monks were.
"Well done!"
Ye Fan was not afraid at all, he raised his hand to block it.
"when!"
Eighteen people hit the target with eighteen Zen staffs, and the powerful sword energy crushed the carpet into powder, which was then scattered in all directions.
It's just that although they hit hard, they didn't feel happy.
The powder dispersed, only to see Ye Fan standing on the spot, uninjured.
The snow knife he held in his hand blocked eighteen Zen staffs.
"kill!"
The blow missed, and the eighteen people immediately took action, turned around, and eighteen heavy Zen staffs circled around Ye Fan and attacked.
The Zen staff seemed to have an airtight iron curtain around him. From time to time, cold light shot out from it, piercing Ye Fan's vitals like lightning.
But all the attacks were calmly blocked by Ye Fan.
"kill!"
After another round of attacks failed, the eighteen monks leaped up almost at the same time.
They jumped three meters into the air and suddenly stopped.
Time seemed to stop immediately.
Then, eighteen Zen staffs were intertwined together to form a net of cold rays of knives, which went from top to bottom and covered Ye Fan's head.
Eighteen people, each struck at least eighteen sticks, and the attacks were naturally sequenced, but the speed was so fast that it felt as if they were all completed at the same time.
"Happy, happy, just let it go and fight, and I will help you."
Seeing the eighteen people using their special skills to deal with him, Ye Fan also laughed loudly, raised his arms, and hit the sword.
"boom!"
A loud noise passed over the high platform, and then Meichuan Kuzi and the guests present saw six monks being swept away by Ye Fan a few meters away.
There were three more people flying upside down towards the bottom of the high platform, and blood could clearly be seen spurting out on the way.
Then five more people flew out, and the Zen staff broke and fell to the ground.
The next second, Ye Fan bumped forward, and the last four people fell out in mid-air.
"flutter!"
Before they could buffer themselves, Ye Fan rushed through them, his sword blazing in all directions, and he screamed repeatedly.
"Ahhhh——"
When Ye Fan stood in front of Meichuan Kuzi with a snow knife, the eighteen monks had already fallen straight to the ground.
