One, kill!

Two, kill!

Ten, kill!

Those who resist, kill!

Those who escape, kill!

Yuan Qingyi slashed his swords one at a time, making a clicking sound, like cutting a melon, and chopped all of Ouyang Shan's group to the ground.

Dugu Shang is quick, Shen Hongxiu is accurate, Miao Fenglang is fierce, and Yuan Qingyi is ruthless.

There were no tricks in her attacks, and she only went to the vital points to greet them.

Almost killed the enemy with one move.

Before Tang Ruoxue could stop it because she was worried about the incident, more than a dozen Ouyang elites all fell into a pool of blood.

No one ran away, and no shots were fired.

Each and every one of them died with their eyes open.

Ouyang Shan subconsciously stepped back, but Yuan Qingyi stepped on him, breaking his right leg with a click.

There was another scream.

"Fugui, I'll take you home."

Ye Fan didn't even look at this scene, and didn't even say hello to Tang Ruoxue.

He walked straight past the woman, stood in front of Liu Fugui and whispered:

"When you wait for your death, I will ask the three tycoons to carry your coffin..."

Later, Ye Fan asked a martial arts disciple to collect the body.

Yuan Qingyi also took a bag, helped Ouyang Shan stop the bleeding for a while, then kicked Ouyang Shan unconscious and took him away.

Tang Ruoxue's mouth was dry.

He saw Ye Fan walking in front of him and squeezed out: "Ye Fan..."

"Go back to Zhonghai!"
Chapter completed!