"Ye Fan?"

When Yuwen Lang heard this name, he was shocked.

He didn't know Ye Fan and had never been in contact, but he heard the name at least thirty times in the past two days.

This also made Yuwen Lang have enough understanding of Ye Fan.

This kid is still alive?

Luang Po Pan didn't kill him?

Yuwen Lang was slightly stunned, then yelled like chicken blood: "Kill, kill, kill him!"

He had no idea that Ye Fan would appear here, but he knew that Ye Fan had to be killed.

Otherwise, Yuwen Lang would be dead.

"kill!"

The Dragon God Temple masters quickly divided into two groups, one group took up weapons to attack Ye Fan, and the other group strictly protected Yuwen Lang.

boom!"

When dozens of elite elites in the Dragon Temple were about to lock in Ye Fan, they felt that Ye Fan suddenly flashed in his sight.

In the erratic rain and thick smoke, Ye Fan held the Fish Intestine Sword and instead of retreating, he charged forward.

Yuwen Lang's heart trembled and he roared again: "Shoot, shoot, kill him, kill him."

The elite of the Dragon Temple wanted to pull the trigger at Ye Fan who was about to land.

Tang Ruoxue upstairs screamed when he saw this: "Ye Fan, be careful!"

"Boom" At this moment, Ye Fan bent and instantly bumped into the enemy group like a wolf or a tiger.

"Swoosh" the sword light flashed, and more than a dozen good men from the Dragon God Temple shook their bodies, and then they screamed and fell to the ground.

One by one, they are broken.

Then Ye Fan's body whirled, and another cold light shot out, and four retreating enemies splattered blood and flew.

"What?"

Yuwen Lang and others exclaimed in unison, shocking Ye Fan's speed and strength.

"Bang" Before everyone could react, Ye Fan kicked an enemy with one kick.

Then he took advantage of the rebound force and rushed out.

He grabbed the Yuyan Sword and rushed towards Yuwen Lang.

He actually wanted to use one person to attack Yuwen Lang, who was protected by countless people.

One rider is a thousand! "Ah" runs all the way, swings swords all the way, and more than a dozen Dragon God Temples blocking the way scream in tears, breaking into two pieces like paper-breaking people.

In the bloody rain, Ye Fan's rushing momentum was unstoppable... "When you open fire, you must never let him come."

Seeing Ye Fan so perverted, Yuwen Lang's face changed wildly and he kept yelling at his subordinates: "Stop him, block him."

Everyone can see that once Ye Fan approaches, it will definitely be a disaster.

"Bang bang bang" gunshots quickly and densely sounded, and the bullet penetrated the smoke and poured towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's face was not at all panic, and his body was like a ninja. He moved forward quickly and dodged left and right, avoiding the dense rain of bullets.

Occasionally, a few of them passed by, and Ye Fan didn't care at all and always maintained a charge.

"Bang bang bang!"

Four continuous heating weapons were mounted, gunfire was spewed out of the muzzle, and countless bullets blocked Ye Fan's trajectory.

Ye Fan's shadow trembled violently, but it was never broken. The bullets were always half a beat slow to hurt him.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, thirty meters... Ye Fan was getting closer and closer, his speed was getting faster and faster, and a long afterimage was drawn behind him, like a rainbow ray that penetrated the sun and the moon.

Those good men in the Dragon Temple who kept shooting showed despair in their eyes when they saw that the hot weapons could not stop Ye Fan.

This is not a human, this is a monster.

Yuwen Lang roared: "Fire Burning the Camp" four fire camps were covering Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's body flashed, passing through their crossed arcs, calmly avoiding the collision of crossbow arrows.

Four explosions behind him, and the fires surged into the sky, flooding four or five injured people.

"Swoosh" was just this gap. Ye Fan pulled the distance more than ten meters closer, and the Yuyan Sword flashed.

Four crossbow arrows that locked him broke with a crack.

Four Dragon Temple archers also splattered blood and fell.

Ye Fanjian kept stopping, his figure flashed, passing through more than ten enemies, and more than a dozen people screamed and fell to the ground.

Unrivaled.

Seeing this scene, Yuwen Lang was furious and his eyes were spurting flames.

"Protect Young Master Yuwen!"

The blond man who had been indifferent roared, and the remaining twenty-four Dragon Temple guards drew their swords and rushed out at Ye Fan.

Their body movements were consistent and they had a very tacit understanding. With a raised hand, they surrounded and slashed out with twenty-four swords.

Thunderous.

Faced with this attack of a rainbow, Ye Fan directly combined his sword and turned into a shocking rainbow, and instead of retreating, he went forward and killed him.

"Dangdangdang!"

Twenty-four crisp sounds broke out in the air at the same time, followed by blood splattering.

The crisp sound came from the Dragon Temple Guard, and the blood came from the enemy's waist. Twenty-four people besieged at the same time, but they could not defeat Ye Fan's attack.

Slashing and exploding in the air.

Twenty-four people fell to the ground.

Yuwen Lang's body cooled down, and then he roared again: "Golden Boy!"

After the words came, the blonde man rushed out and stabbed Ye Fan with a dagger in his hand.

A first-class killer who was once famous in the Western world burst out with his greatest strength in his life.

Kill the tiger with one knife.

The sword light was like a practice! Ye Fan didn't care about this fast and ruthless knife at all, and his right hand shook.

With the sharp sound of the metal tearing the air, under the dazzling sword light, the Golden Boy's hand movements suddenly paused.

The next second, the huge body burst into pieces.

Before he could be shocked and angry, he turned into a pile of flesh and blood and fell to the ground.

shocking.

"Too strong...too strong."

When the remaining enemies who rushed over saw this scene, they all felt cold in their hearts and slowed down their movements.

In the blood of the sky, Ye Fan's body unfolded and fell in front of Yuwen Lang and the others.

With one knife, three more enemies screamed and fell to the ground... At this time, more than a dozen good Dragon God Temple players rushed around, holding guns, but they were all panic and did not dare to take action.

There is no doubt that they are afraid of Ye Fan to the core.

"If you don't want to die, give up your weapons and kneel down."

Ye Fan showed his fish intestine sword: "Those who dare to fight will be killed without mercy."

His tone was indifferent and without any violence, but it made more than a dozen remaining enemies tremble, and the hot weapons could not stop sagging.

Their confidence had long been defeated by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked at Yuwen Lang and said, "You are going to kill my woman?"

Yuwen Lang touched the corner of his mouth, then he stabilized his body and shouted at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, why are you still alive? Why are you not dead yet..." "Hasn't the master killed you?"

"The four hundred Dragon Temple gunmen didn't block you?"

There was deep despair and indescribable anger in his eyes. Why didn't Luang Po Pan and the others block Ye Fan?

"It seems you know a lot."

Ye Fan's voice sank: "Tell me, who instigated you to deal with me and Ye Tang?"

"You have fun, I have fun, or I'll throw you into the fire."

He could see that although Tang Ruoxue was an accident in provoking Yuwen Lang, someone would definitely add to the fire after the revenge.

Otherwise, how could there be heavy troops to deal with him and the Flying Snake Squad?

And Binguo didn't react at all.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"
To be continued...