"Swoosh!"

Ye Fan turned his head and avoided it, and at the same time turned his wrist.

A sharp knife pierced the throat of the wolf soldier leader, and blood spurted. Ye Fan suddenly flew back, and the wolf soldier leader holding the gun fell to the ground dejectedly.

Vitality is extinguished.

Ye Fan swept past his body like a gust of wind, like a hungry wolf crashing into a panicked pistol team.

"Swoosh swish swish--"

The long sword flew, and the knife saw blood. Ye Fan threw down twenty-nine gunmen like chopping vegetables.

Then, he moved his body and fell lightly to the top of the mountain. The sword light rose again and immediately killed eight people.

Finally, he slashed forward and slashed the shield wall.

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

He swept his eyes suddenly, and the debris flew again.

The three snipers who ran to the commanding heights were shocked, and then they covered their throats and fell from the heights.

"Ao—"

The sweat-blooded BMW happened to rush in.

Ye Fan drew another knife, then flashed and fell back to the horse's back.

Fast, all of this can only be described in one word Fast.

From Ye Fan's appearance to rushing to the top of the mountain, it was only a hundred meters away, but this was the distance, and more than one hundred people died at Ye Fan's hands.

This made Shangguan Lang feel solemn as ever.

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

Then I saw the collapsed and retreating crowd.

Then, they saw the sweaty and bloody BMW rushing to the top of the mountain like lightning.

"ah--"

Soon, the open space at the entrance of the ancestral temple also became restless, and screams and screams rang almost at the same time.

Dozens of Shangguan's nephews fell to the ground in a mess, carrying trampling injuries on their bodies.

Because the sweat and blood of the BMW did not lose any loss, he rushed towards Shangguan Lang and the others.

Those who could dodge were avoided, and those who could not dodge were knocked away by horses, and those who blocked were even cut into two pieces by Ye Fan.

Shangguan Lang and his friends retreated to the entrance of the ancestral temple under the shield guard.

Ye Fan also stopped charging.

His eyes looked at the woman lying on the ground.

"Beauty!"

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

The momentum of his body exploded.

He cut the wolf soldiers who were 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!