This time the cough is more intense than any other time.

"Jiufeng, why don't you kneel?"

Ye Fan sneered and rushed up like a cheetah.

Swing a sword!

"Ye Fan!"

"Ye Fan!"

"Ye Fan!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Seeing Ye Fan rushing towards him, Jiufeng raised her head was furious, and after stopping coughing, she shouted like a madman.

He then held the sharp sword in his hand, and it flickered like the wind rolling down towards Ye Fan.

He adopted the life-threatening fighting style of death.

Ye Fan's body flashed, avoided the opponent's sword edge, and approached Jiufeng's body.

The dazzling sword light made everyone think that lightning breaks the sky.

"Swoosh!"

With a sharp sound, Jiufeng screamed and a broken arm flew out.

Ye Fan did not stop and his body suddenly crashed into his arms.

"Bang--"

There was another loud noise, and Jiufeng screamed again, and blood spurted on his mouth and nose and fell backwards.

He thumped into the castle hall.

More than a dozen companions yelled to help, but were suppressed by Yuan Qingyi and Wu Jiuzhou.

Ye Fan shook the fish intestine sword and stepped into the hall with one foot.

The hall is tall and three stories high, but there is an indescribable gloom.

But Ye Fan didn't care at all, he just locked on Jiufeng who was leaning against the pillar and gasping.

"Jiufeng, the situation is over..."

Ye Fan slowly stepped forward: "Don't struggle, I'll save you my life."

The head of this murderer must have known a lot of secrets.

If cooperation is done, not only will Ouyang Wuji and the others be ruined, but also can solve many unsolved cases and give the victims an explanation.

Jiufeng endured the pain and roared: "You are not qualified! You are not qualified!"

"After today, there will be no Yinxian Villa, and there are only a handful of living places."

Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Subdue, enjoy your old age. If you don't, life is better than death!"

Jiufeng roared: "I have killed countless people, I have lived enough. Come and kill me."

"Okay, I'll just take a look..."

Seeing Jiufeng never repent, Ye Fan sneered:

"Is it because you are hard-working or Chen Bahuang and the others are hard-working."

"Swoosh!"

Just when Ye Fan was about to destroy Jiufeng's hands and feet, a person suddenly poked out from the high point of the pillar.

Wear a mask on the face and hold a gun in both hands.

The muzzle was directly aimed at Ye Fan!

Jueying Gun God.
Chapter completed!