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When the kind old woman called Hai Pig, Ye Fan was walking firmly towards the gate of the cemetery.

A tree suddenly shook, and a killer fell silently and stabbed Ye Fan in the head.

Ye Fan didn't even flash, and the saber suddenly waved.

The sword flashed instantly.

While!

The killer's sword was suddenly struck by a thunderbolt, breaking in the middle, and the whole person was split in half by the sword.

The power of the momentum that can not be resisted made everyone secretly shocked while taking a breath of cold air.

"Kill!"

However, the enemy soon swarmed towards Ye Fan again!

Ye Fan's face was fearless, and the saber drilled out like a poisonous snake, splitting down five or six people in an instant.

The thick and inseparable smell of blood made everyone even more crazy.

The killer charged like a locust, died, but gathered again, charged again!

In the cold light, Ye Fan, who was covered in blood, still moved forward:

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

Countless killers roared and rushed towards Ye Fan.

Poisonous needles, poisonous arrows, poisonous smoke, hand-to-hand combat, attacks in turns, and so on and so on in the turbulent waves.

Compared with the crazy attacks of the killers, Ye Fan showed a stronger side.

The saber in his hand was extremely fast and fierce.

In the face of the attacking enemy, Ye Fan not only did not retreat, but also often fought back with faster, fiercer, and more ruthless moves.

Between the swings of the knife, it is as dense as beads, there is almost no gap, and there is no pause.

Many of the enemies that were slashed by his blade had not had time to dodge before they had time to be struck by the blade and fell backwards.

Although the killer also slashed and killed, they were all blocked by Ye Fan.

Dozens of people, no one could stop Ye Fan.

Many killers didn't even touch the corner of Ye Fan's clothes, and they turned from a living life into a corpse.

More than fifty meters away, he was killed by Ye Fan.

Shen Hongsleeve followed closely behind Ye Fan, constantly slashing down the hidden arrows that attacked from behind.

Her face was mottled with splashed blood droplets, like a little red plum in bloom, and she could faintly hear Ye Fan's gasp.

She knew that the reason why Ye Fan was killing out step by step and not being flexible against the enemy was actually because she was worried that those people would hurt her.

If it weren't for the burden of protecting her, Ye Fan would have killed someone and left on his back, where would he need this inch of soil and blood to fight?

Looking at Ye Fan's face protecting him, Shen Hongsleeve felt a strange look in his heart.

She couldn't help shouting again: "Ye Fan, leave me alone, you can leave quickly." ”

"Shut up!"

Ye Fan unceremoniously interrupted Shen Hongsleeve's words: "I killed so many people in Wuyi Lane, no matter what you are, they will hunt me down." ”

"But it's hard for you to rush out with me. ”

Shen Hongsleeve shouted: "They haven't killed me all the time, they just want to use me to drag you down." ”

In this attack, in addition to attacking Ye Fan, the killer also besieged Shen Hongsleeve from time to time, just to distract Ye Fan's energy and physical strength.

"Don't talk nonsense, your drag is nothing, follow me out with a good heart. ”

Ye Fan scolded unceremoniously: "If you think about it again, it really folds me here." ”

"No matter how good I am, I can't take someone who doesn't want to go. ”

"Let's—"

Ye Fan didn't even look at the fallen enemy, and led Shen Hongsleeve to continue to the exit.

There are only a dozen meters left from the exit.

The killer also killed the red eye, risked his life, and besieged Ye Fan one after another.

Ye Fan, who was full of killing intent, blocked and killed gods and ghosts, and when there were more than ten wounds on his body, he also cut all the enemies under the knife.

The wounds were all left by Shen Hongsleeve.

"Bang-"

When Ye Fan kicked a killer away, the siege completely stopped.

The ground was littered with either the wounded or the dead.

The vision ahead was wide and unobstructed, and only the kind old woman at the door was left.

She leaned on a bull's head and looked at Ye Fan with a calm face.

"When you've rested enough, let's do it. ”

Ye Fan stiffened his saber: "I'm in a hurry to go back for supper." ”

Shen Hongsleeve coughed and retreated a few meters, covered in injuries and his head was dizzy, unable to help.

She also secretly decided that once Ye Fan was at a disadvantage, she would commit suicide, so that Ye Fan would no longer have to protect herself and could kill alone.

She doesn't drag it down.

"Ye Fan, although you are very strong, but against so many people and experiencing so many poisonous smokes, it must be the end of the crossbow. ”

At this moment, the kind old woman was looking at Ye Fan and smiled indifferently: "What is the difference between you calling me like this and looking for death?"

No matter how powerful a master is, he will become a dead dog after a fierce battle against a hundred elites, not to mention all kinds of pervasive poisonous smoke.

No matter how Ye Fan can detoxify, this environment can only be suppressed, and it is impossible to resolve it on the spot.

So she has strong confidence to deal with Ye Fan.

Ye Fan smiled: "Am I the end of the crossbow, don't you know if you try it?"

"Whoosh!"

No more nonsense, a thin figure flashed away.

The kind old woman sprang out like a sharp arrow.

The eyes are phosphorescent and bright.

The blood and coldness condensed by the cries of countless souls flashed in his eyes,

She pounced on Ye Fan.

The kind old woman looked very strange when she ran, her body was obviously lowered, as if she could use all four limbs, but she was as fast as the wind, like a mad cow.

As she went, her right hand sank, and a sharp knife poked out of her cane, flashing with a dazzling light.

Shen Hongsleeve subconsciously shouted: "Ye Fan, be careful!"

Ye Fan stepped out with the saber in his hand, and with this step, the situation changed instantly.

He was like a hidden fire, and when he plucked it, the fire soared into the sky, and sparks flew everywhere.

In the next second, he moved his footsteps towards the kind old woman and blocked it, as fast as a meteor, no less than the kind old woman.

The pupils of the kind old woman who were running instantly condensed, and a flash of surprise flashed, as if she didn't expect Ye Fan to have any strength left.

You know, he has fought more than 100 people, and one person will die of exhaustion if he slaughters a hundred pigs, let alone a hundred elite killers?

It's just that she quickly suppressed her surprise and roared and charged towards Ye Fan: "Kill!"

The eyes of the two collided, locked, and interlocked, and at this moment, they both saw the courage of fearless life and death from each other's eyes.

Rival, this is a rival, the two of them decided at the same time in their hearts.

Ye Fan also shouted: "Kill!"

"Bang!"

As the two approached, the grass clippings on the ground flew, like two lions and tigers running wildly and colliding head-on.

Although each other acknowledges that the other is strong, they also have absolute confidence in their own strength.

So, the two bloodthirsty and violent warriors directly fought in the most cruel, primitive and bloody way.

"When!" "When!" "When!"

The crutches and sabers collided, stabbed, swung, and pierced, and the piercing sound was incessant, shaking the entire cemetery.

The shadow of a black staff and a lightning-fast white light crisscrossed the meadow.

And where the weapons collided, there were dazzling sparks that kept bursting, and the scorching aura was everywhere, which dazzled Shen Hongsleeve who was watching.

"Ahh

The kind old woman roared like a beast.

The cane in her hand kept slashing, so fast that people couldn't see the shape clearly, as if she was going to smash Ye Fan into a pile of meat sauce.

Ye Fan didn't retreat at all, and the saber also swished out, greeting the kind old woman.

Shen Hongsleeve and several seriously injured killers all became stunned on their faces. `

It's too fast, it's too perverted, it's a key move, and the knife is close to the flesh, which really makes people's hearts beat violently.

The killer in Wuyi Lane was still extremely depressed, he never thought that Ye Fan would be able to compete with Lord Ugly Niu.

And it was evenly divided after a fierce battle.

"Dangdangdang—"

At this time, the kind old woman and Ye Fan roared again, colliding fiercely together, and the weapons in their hands were waved without moisture.

The movements are getting faster and faster, and they can't see clearly who is the kind old woman and who is Ye Fan.

"Plop puff!"

I don't know who was injured, and wisps of blood began to splash from time to time.

Both of their faces became distorted, looking fierce and fierce.

"Dang!"

As the two collided again, they shot out, and more than a dozen blood flowers bloomed on the body of the kind old woman.

"Hmm!"

Then, the kind old woman snorted, like a kite with a broken string, and fell backwards seven or eight meters.

It's just that when she was about to land, she twisted her waist sharply and stopped her leaning back body.

Get down on one knee and poke the ground with crutches to avoid embarrassment on all fours.

But the deep bony wounds in her chest and back, as well as the astonishment on her face, showed that she was seriously injured.

Ye Fan also flew out and landed in front of the tombstone eight meters away, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Click-"

The kind old woman did not stagnate, and with a twist of her crutches, the bull's head slammed out, and forty-nine embroidery needles were spewed.

The poison needle went straight to Ye Fan in his field of vision.

This distance, this kind of shooting, this kind of surprise, people can't dodge at all.

Shen Hongsleeve's heart trembled: "Ye Fan, be careful!"

"When—"

Ye Fan didn't dodge, he snapped the saber with both hands, and shattered into dozens of catapults with a click.

With a piercing crisp sound, all the embroidery needles were hit by shards, and Dangdang fell to the ground.

"Boy ......"

The kind old woman was about to speak, and the next moment, a ray of sword light rose into the sky.

Ye Fan flashed in.

The kind old woman's face changed suddenly, and the crutches instinctively swept up.

However, the action came to a standstill just halfway through.

"Whew!"

Under the frightened gaze of the kind old woman, the fish intestine sword was pressed against her throat.

"You've lost!"

Ye Fan looked at the old woman and said lightly.

Three simple words, but the kind old woman's body was shocked, and her whole body strength and fighting spirit dissipated like a tide.

There was still a hint of loneliness on her face.

Losing means not only losing your life, but also losing a lifetime of glory......

She raised her head and looked at Ye Fan, and smiled kindly: "I lost, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, Wuyi Lane really shouldn't take your order." ”

Ye Fan sighed: "It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world." ”

"Yes!"

The kind old woman nodded lightly: "If there is a regret medicine, it is estimated that this world will not win or lose." ”

"But I lost, and you didn't win. ”

She whispered, "You'll lose a lot too." ”

Ye Fan smiled: "Really?"

"I'm dead, but there's another danger waiting for you. ”

The kind old woman looked up at the sky: "At this moment, Lord Hai Zhu should have killed your Ye family......"

In the next second, she straightened up, letting her throat sink into the fish intestine sword......