"Kill, kill, kill me!"

"Kill them all and capture Song Hongyan alive!"

Hearing the tone in Song Hongyan's mouth, and seeing her calmness again, Yamamoto's heart instantly chuckled.

He shook his katana and roared, "Kill!"

Yamamoto sensed that something was wrong, but now there was no way back.

They were exposed.

If Song Hongyan is not arrested now, he will face Ye Tang's pursuit at dawn.

With Ye Tang's strength in Baocheng, let alone attacking Ye Fan again, even if he escapes from Baocheng, he has no chance.

And Song Hongyan is within reach, that graceful figure and delicate face are like poison that makes his blood tumble and evil.

This made Yamamoto make a decision that he would fight to the end, whether there was an ambush or not.

At the same time, he was confident that he would take advantage of the chaos to take down Song Hongyan.

was provoked by Yamamoto Lang like this, and the eight cherry blossom killers screamed.

They charged after Yamamoto as they raised their katana swords and fought with their swords held high.

The Sakura Killer also had blazing eyes: "Kill, kill, kill!"

It's just that the expected death and death didn't happen.

When Song's bodyguard retreated in a flash to protect Song Hongyan, a white-haired old woman flew in from the kitchen.

The old woman has a thin figure and white hair, but her face is very delicate, and her hands are extremely white, which can be described as childish.

As soon as she stood up, a strong smell of blood suddenly rose into the sky.

A flash of horror flashed in the eyes of the eight charging Sakura Killers, who not only stopped uncontrollably, but also wanted to turn around and flee.

"Whoosh!"

Before the eight Sakura Killers could react, the white-haired old woman had already arrived in front of them like a phantom.

A Sakura killer roared in anger and stabbed her viciously.

"Dangdang!"

The white-haired old woman didn't dodge at all, and with a mistake in both hands, like steel hands, she broke the katana into three.

Then a light punch.

"Poof!"

As if being pressed down by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press, the Sakura Killer's head exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The remaining seven killers were shocked when they saw this, and they subconsciously retreated.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

An indifferent but extremely fast movement sounded, and the white-haired old woman threw eight punches, and all eight killers were blown off their heads with one punch.

Not only is it fierce and domineering, but it is also very fast, and the eight killers have no chance to turn around and run away, let alone resist.

In the blink of an eye, there were eight more headless corpses in the hall.

Killing!

Unilateral and inhumane torture.

The ground within a radius of five meters formed a bright red circle.

The ground was covered in blood.

The white-haired old woman stood proudly in the center of the circle, like a killing god staring at Yamoto Lang who had stopped.

Silence returned to everything.

"You...... You ......"

Yamamoto looked at the white-haired old woman with angry eyes and shouted:

"Who are you?"

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Yamamoto was both angry and shocked, and he didn't even care about the mask on his face falling off.

He originally thought that Song Hongyan was vulnerable, and it didn't make much sense to ambush from all sides, after all, the Song family's bodyguards and Sakura killers were not of the same level.

The cherry blossom killer he brought tonight was all at the lowest level of the Xuan Realm Xiaocheng.

Unexpectedly, eight people joined forces to charge, but they were punched by the white-haired old woman, and they also burst their heads and died tragically.

This white-haired old woman is also too terrifying.

In the face of Yamamoto's question, the white-haired old woman did not respond, but just stood in place with her eyelids lowered, as if she didn't want to pay attention to Yamamoto.

At the same time, there was another sound of footsteps outside.

More than a dozen cherry blossom killers who surrounded the villa were also thrown in, and they all lost their lives with a sword.

Then, eight Song bodyguards blocked the gate with shields, and pointed at Yamoto with guns in their hands.

Dugu Yan didn't come in, but he also blocked the main road.

The tide is over.

It's just that instead of the despair in his eyes, Yamamoto wants to know the origin of the white-haired old woman: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that you Yamamoto came to attack me. ”

Song Hongyan still didn't care about the blood in the hall, and continued to be unhurriedly busy in the kitchen: "I'm afraid that the Yang Kingdom Martial Alliance needs to give me an explanation." ”

The corners of Yamamoto's mouth moved when he heard this, and then he touched his cheek and found that the mask had fallen off, but he didn't care so much about it:

"The old man's actions tonight have nothing to do with the Yang Guowu Alliance, I want to avenge my old friend Chiba Zhenxiong. ”

Then he laughed again: "Song Hongyan, the old man really underestimated you, not only can I count that I will lead someone to attack tonight, but also invite such a powerful master to sit in charge." ”

In his eyes, Song Hongyan is a businessman, and he may have amazing connections in business, but he must not be good at fighting, killing and killing.

Now that he looks, he's gone.

"I'm not a god operator, so I certainly wouldn't have known that you attacked tonight. ”

Song Hongyan maintained a calm smile: "It's just that I know that I will be in trouble these days, so I arranged a little more manpower to protect me." ”

"I'm not afraid to tell you, I've been delaying in Baocheng for so long, in fact, it's not you who are waiting, but the people from Ye Forbidden City. ”

"I've come to Baocheng, and I must save some hearts for my man. ”

"It's a pity that I didn't wait for the people sent by the Ye family, but you straw bales were delivered to the door. ”

She raised her head and glanced at Yamamotoro, with a touch of regret on her pretty face, as if she was not very satisfied with the big fish tonight.

Then, she put the finished buns into the steamer, thinking about whether to get some corn juice for Ye Fan.

"Are you waiting for Ye Forbidden City?"

Yamahonro's face changed slightly: "Your trap is waiting for the Ye family?"

Song Hongyan smiled: "Your Shanbenlang is not worth my use of Zhuang's mother-in-law." ”

"Stiff mother-in-law?"

Yamamotoro's eyelids jumped.

He felt as if he had heard this name somewhere, and the cold aura on his body was similar to that of the Seven Elders of the Heavenly Society.

"Okay, it's going to be dawn, I'm going to have breakfast with Ye Fan. ”

Song Hongyan sighed faintly: "You can go on the road." ”

Yamamoto instantly tensed his nerves and roared: "If you want to kill the old man, you have to fill it with your life!"

With that, he stomped on the floor, shattering the tiles, and then swept his left foot, sending countless pieces flying.

Song's bodyguards instinctively dodged.

The shield crackled.

In the rolling dust, Yamamoto Lang brandished his katana and took advantage of the chaos to pounce on Song Hongyan.

Just as she rushed to the way, Granny Stiff drifted sideways and blocked Yamamotoro's hand.

She also slowly raised her fair right hand.

It's a time of life and death!

"Kill—"

Yamamoto roared, the katana turned, the sword flashed, and the thunder slashed at the stiff mother-in-law.

"Iai!"

This katana has a peculiar shape, with a blade of no more than 10 centimeters and a handle of 15 centimeters.

The blade that was as white as the water forest shone with a strange brilliance.

Just as he slashed into the air, the white right hand of the stiff mother-in-law rushed in.

She grabbed the murderous katana, and then snapped into two with a click.

Yamamotoro's face changed dramatically just now, and he retreated half a step.

The white-haired old woman waved her right hand, and half of the katana flashed.

"Pounce—"

With a sharp sound, Yamamotoro's footsteps stopped, and his eyes were indescribably frightened.

Half of the blade stabbed him in the heart.

A bright line of blood slowly seeped out of his chest.

"You're ......!"

The blood line slowly penetrated, and suddenly erupted like a waterfall, stimulating the eyes of everyone present.

Yamamoto's whole body was in severe pain, and he shook his body and fell to the ground.

Granny Stiff didn't make another move, just stood there and watched, still expressionless.

"You're the Tang Sect...... Mausoleum keeper ......"

Yamamoto Lang looked at Granny Stiff and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and after squeezing out a few words with difficulty, he tilted his head and died......