"Whoosh!"

Ye Fan turned his head to avoid it and turned his wrist at the same time.

The tip of the knife pierced the throat of the wolf soldier leader, and blood spurted out. Ye Fan suddenly rushed back, and the wolf soldier leader holding the gun fell to the ground.

Life is extinguished.

Ye Fan passed over his body like a gust of wind, like a hungry wolf crashing into the panicked pistol team.

"Swish swish——"

The long knife was flying, and the knife was bleeding. Ye Fan knocked down twenty-nine gunmen like he was chopping vegetables.

Then, he moved his body again and landed lightly on the top of the mountain. The sword flashed again, killing eight people immediately.

Finally, he slashed forward and split the shield wall.

The next second, Ye Fan took back the long knife, folded his hands, and the long knife instantly turned into a pile of fragments.

He swiped it suddenly, and the fragments flew away again.

The three snipers who ran to the commanding heights were shaken, and then they fell down from the high ground, clutching their throats.

"Ouch——"

The bloody BMW just roared in.

Ye Fan pulled out another knife, then dodged and fell back on the horse.

Fast, all of this can only be described with the word fast.

The distance from Ye Fan's appearance to the time he rushed to the top of the mountain was only a hundred meters, but in this short distance, more than a hundred people died in Ye Fan's hands.

This made Shangguan Lang more dignified than ever before.

Shangguan Qingxue and the others, who were protected by countless wolf soldiers and retreated, only heard the sound of horse hooves amidst the noise and screams.

Then I saw the crowd dispersing and retreating.

Then, they saw the bloody horse rushing to the top of the mountain like lightning.

"ah--"

Soon, the open space at the entrance of the ancestral temple also became agitated, and exclamations and screams sounded almost at the same time.

Dozens of Shangguan's nephews fell to the ground in embarrassment, with bruises on their bodies.

Because the sweaty BMW didn't slow down at all, it rushed towards Shangguan Lang and the others.

Those who could avoid were all dodged, those who couldn't were knocked away by the horse, and those who blocked were cut into two pieces by Ye Fan's sword.

Shangguan Lang and others retreated to the entrance of the ancestral temple under the protection of shields.

Ye Fan also stopped charging.

His eyes looked at the woman lying on the ground.

"Beauty!"

Seeing Song Hongyan's red and swollen cheeks and blurry bloody hands, Ye Fan roared in great pain.

His whole body was full of energy.

He directly cut the wolf soldier who was going to capture Song Hongyan into two pieces with one knife.

Then he jumped down and hugged Song Hongyan tightly into his arms.

"Hongyan, I'm sorry, I'm late!"
Chapter completed!