The Shentu gunman wanted to shoot indiscriminately, but saw Ye Fan breaking his saber and countless pieces penetrated into their throats.

Blood drifted with the wind, shivering the hearts of countless enemies.

Ye Fan never stopped.

Step by step, neither light nor heavy, but after a few swords were irritated by the eardrum, there were a few more corpses around Ye Fan.

Soon, the old silver-haired man was left at the door, and he was shocked and angry: "Who are you?"

He thought he was an ignorant boy, but he didn't expect that he would kill a group of wolf soldiers in seconds.

"Swoosh--" Ye Fan shook his wrist and stabbed it out with a knife.

The old man with silver hair changed drastically, and he waved his hand to resist and retreated repeatedly.

But he took thirteen moves in one breath, blocking the thirteen swords, but he could not suppress Ye Fan's sword tip.

When his back thumped against the pillar, Ye Fan's saber also pressed against his throat.

The aura of death was instantly enveloped.

"Swoosh!"

Almost at the same time, a flying sword flashed out of the garden and grabbed Ye Fan's throat.

There was also a smokey voice coming from the night sky: "People are left under the knife."

"when!"

Ye Fan slapped his backhand and the flying sword shattered with a bang.

The door opened with a clatter.

A tall and delicate woman wearing a windbreaker appeared with a large number of people.

Her pretty face is cold and arrogant, elegant and luxurious, and her every move is full of charm.

The high heels are so pounding that they are even more aggressive and domineering.

Shentu Ruohua.

The silver-haired housekeeper relaxed, and cold sweat fell, and escaped.

A gust of intoxicating fragrance surged in the darkness.

Ye Fan tilted his head.

Shentu Ruohua stared at Ye Fan with sharp eyes: "Who are you?"

“good—luck!
Chapter completed!