"When, when, when—"

In the cold wind, the Sensoji Temple's bell rang.

The birds in the forest were suddenly frightened and took off.

The cherry blossoms and birds in the sky make the scenery of Sensoji Temple extremely pleasant, and also make Song Hongyan's eyes reflect tenderness.

She knew it was a signal and the last moment of life and death:

"Ye Fan, let it go, I'll always be with you. ”

She let go of Ye Fan, held a knife and a gun, and hid in the corner to protect herself.

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, he kicked up his backpack with a bang, and he carried the remaining twelve sabers on his back.

He brazenly faced the enemy who pressed him.

At this moment, the Blood Doctor Sect had already readjusted their team, and the momentum was like a rainbow and surrounded the high platform.

Umegawa Kuko pointed with a long sword: "Kill!"

Countless enemies instantly roared and charged.

"Whoosh-"

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, his hands pressed forward, and four knives flew out from his back with a whoosh.

The sword flashed, the murderous aura filled the sky, and the heads of twelve Chiba elites fell to the ground.

Blood spilled.

"Bang bang bang!"

When the twelve Chiba disciples fell to the ground, Ye Fan also rushed forward with an arrow step.

He grabbed his sharp snow knife and swung it violently.

Three Tokugawa ninjas screamed and fell to the ground.

Ye Fan reached out with both hands, took back the four rotating sabers, and in the next second, he crossed his hands again.

"Whoosh-"

Four knives roared out again.

"Ahh

More than a dozen disciples of the blood doctor who rushed to the high platform were all cut their throats before they could get closer.

One by one, they fell to the ground without looking at each other, as if they didn't believe in such a fast knife.

At the same time, Ye Fan calmly moved forward, and the snow knife kept flashing out, piercing the throats of one enemy after another.

He seemed to be slow, but his speed was extremely fast, and he arrived at a distance of more than ten meters back and forth.

I don't know if it's because they're too slow, or if Ye Fan's realm has improved, the enemy's movements are too slow in Ye Fan's eyes.

Therefore, Ye Fan can swing his knife as densely as a bead, and he can calmly dodge the secret weapon that attacks him, and his strength is perverted.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan killed more than fifty people.

But the enemy did not even touch a single corner of his clothes.

"Whoosh-"

Ye Fan just swung the knife, just spinning it out, and one opponent after another was harvested.

Every time he raised his hand, every time he spun and flew, seven or eight enemies fell to the ground screaming.

One of the enemies who attacked Song Hongyan was unceremoniously split in half by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan also flew out three sabers and knocked the three Takahashi gunners to the ground.

Swords and swords kill, swords kill, fight all the way, blood all the way.

Unstoppable.

"Presumptuous!"

Umegawa Kuzi shouted: "Monk, please take action!"

"Boom!"

Eighteen figures flashed from her side, and eighteen Zen staff waved in unison.

Hanguang Xiao killed the entire high platform.

"Master Ye, put down the butcher's knife-"

When the sky was thundering but it hadn't rained yet, the eighteen monks had already stomped on the ground and their bodies rose into the air.

They shot straight at Ye Fan like arrows and lightning, and the light of the white Zen staff transformed the clearing into a sea of rods.

The Zen staff pierced the air, and a poignant sound was faintly heard.

The eighteen monks of Sensoji Temple, the temple guard, is no less than the eighteen arhats of Shaolin Temple in Shenzhou.

At this moment, eighteen people shot together, which was naturally majestic.

"It's not too late to kill you all!"

With such momentum, Ye Fan turned a blind eye to it, and instead laughed.

Then he waved his hand.

A flash of swords flashed.

The eighteen great monks suddenly felt a coercion rushing over them.

That kind of strength, that kind of might, made them feel a sense of suffocation.

Not to mention the forward charge, even if it is very difficult to move, the eighteen people subconsciously delayed their steps.

"Whoosh-"

Ye Fan's wrist flicked, and another sword light flashed.

The faces of the eighteen people changed drastically, and a Zen staff blocked Ye Fan's snow knife.

With a bang, eighteen people flew upside down six meters.

Then they hurriedly twisted their waists, made a jack drop, and after landing on the ground, they took several steps backwards in a row, which was able to stabilize the figure pushed by the remaining force.

Eighteen people and eighteen Zen sticks worked together to block Ye Fan's knife.

Although they were not shocked, they were shocked in their eyes, and they never expected that Ye Fan would be so strong.

You know, Ye Fan is a person who has fought several times, how can he still have the strength to resist eighteen people?

"He is worthy of being a monk of Sensoji Temple, and his skills are indeed stronger than the blood doctor. ”

Ye Fan showed a hint of appreciation: "It's just that the monks don't chant the scriptures well, and they come to help the abuse, which shows that your cultivation is also selling dog meat on the head of a sheep." ”

He himself didn't know how the strength was endless, especially the surging power of his left arm, which made Ye Fan feel like he could kill an elephant with one punch.

Umegawa Kuko's face turned cold: "Kill him!"

"Anitabha—"

The words fell, and the eighteen monks let out a long howl in unison.

The next second, they moved.

The afterimage of the eighteen people standing in place had not disappeared yet, and their bodies had already appeared in front of Ye Fan.

The speed is incredible.

"Whoosh-"

They turned thorns into splits, from top to bottom, and slashed at Ye Fan's head with great force, extremely fast!

A series of actions, completed in a tenth of a second, are as fast as the human eye can reach, and so fast that the human brain cannot react.

Selena and the others stiffened slightly, secretly calling these monks so powerful.

"Good time!"

Ye Fan was not afraid at all, and raised his hand to block up.

"Dang!"

Eighteen people and eighteen Zen sticks hit the target with one blow, and the powerful knife qi crumpled the carpet, twisted it into powder, and then scattered in all directions.

But though they struck hard, they did not feel joy.

The powder dispersed, and Ye Fan was seen standing in place, unharmed.

The snow knife in his hand blocked the eighteen Zen staffs.

"Kill!"

After missing the blow, the eighteen people immediately moved, their bodies turned, and eighteen heavy Zen staff kept rotating around Ye Fan's body to attack.

The Zen staff seemed to have set an impermeable iron curtain around him, and from time to time a cold light swished out of it, stabbing Ye Fan like lightning.

It's just that all the attacks were calmly blocked by Ye Fan.

"Kill!"

After another round of attacks and killings failed, the eighteen monks leaped up almost at the same time.

They flew three meters into the air, and their bodies came to a sudden halt.

Time seemed to stop there.

Then, eighteen Zen sticks were intertwined in one place, forming a cold sword net, from top to bottom, towards Ye Fan's head.

Eighteen people, each of whom split at least eighteen rods, naturally divided into sequential shots, but the speed was too fast, giving people the feeling that it was completed in one time.

"Happy, happy, you let go of the battle, and I will fulfill you. ”

Seeing that the eighteen people took out their housekeeping skills to deal with themselves, Ye Fan also laughed, raised his arms, and hit the sword.

"Bang!"

A loud bang swept over the high platform, and then Meichuan Kuzi and the guests present saw that the six monks were swept away a few meters away by Ye Fan.

Three more people flew upside down towards the top of the platform, and blood was clearly visible spurting out of the way.

Then five more people flew out, and the staff broke and fell to the ground.

In the next second, Ye Fan slammed forward, and the last four fell out of mid-air.

"Pounce!"

Before they could buffer, Ye Fan rushed through them, swords shining and screaming.

"Ahhh

When Ye Fan stood in front of Meichuan Kuzi with a snow knife, the eighteen monks had already fallen straight to the ground.

The throat is bleeding and lifeless.

Ye Fan didn't stop, and shouted at Meichuan Kuzi:

"It's your turn—"