This team of killers from the Ouyang family have already been sharpening their knives today. They have experienced fierce battles with the mafia and battles with American drug lords!
For them, they are already bloodthirsty!
kill.
Kill this kid in front of you!
Kill the unruly Ye Fan.
The jade-faced Rakshasa, who was facing a formidable enemy, would stand in the wind and rain, guarding Xu Zihan beside him.
At this moment, the windbreaker was completely soaked, and it was directly attached to the body of the jade-faced Rakshasa. For a moment, her exquisite figure was fully revealed!
She doesn't dare to relax for a moment now, because Rakshasa knows in her heart that only by protecting Xu Zihan, Mark will have no worries and kill without any distractions!
At some point, she took out a flute from her waist.
The jade flute was lying in front of him and he started to play it gently.
How much bitterness there is in life
Not everything can be easily undone
Lovers should always learn to give comfort
Don't say it doesn't matter whether you are happy or sad.
How many sleepless nights will you have in your lifetime
To seize the opportunity, you must know that it is difficult not to retreat
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This jade-faced Rakshasa kills people like hemp and looks like a demon standing in front of anyone. Unexpectedly, she would actually play an old song at this moment.
It's like speaking from the heart, it sounds very beautiful.
This melody, especially in this wind and rain, complements each other for a while.
Lifelong, together until old age.
Xu Zihan stood in the wind and rain at this time, letting the rain hit her face, which was a little painful and a little cold.
She raised her neck and kept looking at Ye Fan, who was already in the shadow of the sword.
At this time, he was as motionless as a wooden statue.
Ouyang Shaolong's eyes turned cold at this moment. Looking at Ye Fan who was fighting in all directions, he sighed in a low voice: "This kind of weather is really suitable for the occasion."
Xie Lao held an umbrella, looked at Ye Fan who was submerged in the light of the sword, and sighed: "In the wind and rain, the blood is splashing, it is really beautiful to see."
"Xie Lao, do you think Ye Fan can withstand my group of dead soldiers?" Ouyang Shaolong turned his head at this moment, looked at Xie Lao's withered face, and asked for advice.
The evil old man sighed slightly, looked at the fallen men in black, and said: "When I was young, I would be a little scared when facing this group of dead soldiers."
"What about now?" Ouyang Shaolong's face instantly turned ugly.
The evil old man shook his head and whispered: "Now this pair of dead warriors is completely useless to me!"
"What about this kid?" Ouyang Shaolong became a little anxious.
"Maybe it's a hurdle for this kid!" Xie Lao's eyes became brighter.
"Is it just a hurdle?" Ouyang Shaolong is very smart, but it is obvious that he is not very satisfied with the result.
The evil old man closed his eyes and slowly uttered two words: "The outcome is unpredictable. I feel like I can't see through this kid now."
Now Ye Fan's true anger has leaked out.
If it was said that Ye Fan was in a dilemma before, he was also hesitating in his heart.
But because of the Jade Faced Rakshasa, Ye Fan no longer has any worries.
Kill them to your heart's content!
Who should be killed!
Ye Fan was like a wild wolf, not caring at all!
For Ye Fan, all the figures in front of him are enemies! Go on a killing spree and kill as fast as you can!
The movements were simple and rough, with punches and kicks hitting these men's vitals directly!
For Ye Fan, this time he was cornered and at the end of his rope.
Instead of dying, let's fight!
The men in black holding machetes fell to the ground one by one in the wind and rain.
All of them are covered in mud and miserable!
However, around Ye Fan, the machetes were pressing over like dense dark clouds.
These people are all dead soldiers, not ordinary servant thugs, and they have no pity for the death of their companions. One by one, they pounced forward like wolves who had noticed the smell of blood.
Ye Fan was running rampant at this moment, relying on his true energy to leak out, not caring at all about the machetes slashing at him, and moving forward indomitably.
Like a dragon crossing the river, Ye Fan was not afraid at all.
Those fists are like the eight-faced Buddha, punching in place.
Ye Fan's movements were very domineering, with punches and kicks. Morale Changhong, like a demon king in this sword light, knocked away the men who were leaning within half a meter of him one by one.
The jade-faced Rakshasa's flute was still playing, Xu Zihan was still looking up, and Ouyang Shaolong standing behind had a sneer on his face.
The evil old man just held an umbrella, lowered his head and looked at the blood flowing halfway up the mountainside.
"Kill, kill, kill."
These dead soldiers of the Ouyang family, all in the wind and rain, their eyes were red with blood, and they started to roar in anger.
The sound was like a loud bell, turning the cemetery into an ancient battlefield and a purgatory on earth.
As for those Bao family members, who had never seen such a terrifying scene before, they were all trembling like duckweeds in the wind and rain!
The sword light intertwined, and Ye Fan took a long breath. Then he roared angrily and hit the man in front of him desperately!
It's just that these dead soldiers of the Ouyang family have no fear on their faces.
As soon as Ye Fan's figure stopped, these men's machetes immediately slashed down in darkness.
Unconsciously, the man in black halfway up the mountain had already collapsed.
Each one was covered in mud and rolling in the rain.
Ye Fan was panting like an ox and sweating like rain.
The inner strength in the body is, after all, somewhat inadequate at this time.
His movements seemed a little tired at this time.
Mark took a deep breath and violently shook his hair. The whole person roared, perched on the ground again, and then faced the men in black like a hurricane.
However, those dead soldiers of the Ouyang family still had no intention of backing down. Ye Fan would run rampant and couldn't see the figure in front of him clearly.
As long as he felt someone beside him, Ye Fan would take action without hesitation.
This rain is getting heavier and heavier.
Like a demon, Ye Fan hit a man in black on the chest and said angrily: "Death."
Immediately afterwards, the man in black spit out a mouthful of blood, and then fell behind him.
But after all, he was a little tired. At this moment, a man in black finally stepped forward and took advantage of the relaxation of energy around Ye Fan to directly come to Ye Fan's side!
The machete fell down quickly and struck Ye Fan directly on his left arm.
Ye Fan's left arm couldn't avoid it, and a splash of blood splashed directly, and the blood flowed like a stream.
Ye Fan turned his head and looked at the man next to him, the man who had succeeded. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He hadn't been hurt like this for a long time.
Then as if going crazy, Ye Fan took the machete on his left arm in his hand.