"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Hundreds of people besieged one person, that terrifying aura, that overwhelming madness, that kind of frenzied momentum, enough to frighten anyone watching from the outside. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is only one goal, in the eyes of the elites of the Huaxing Society, Ye Fan is like a lamb to be slaughtered, and he will die horizontally and vertically, but he doesn't know whose butcher's knife he died, so the people who rushed to grab the first-class credit all had their strength.

The knife is a square-mouthed machete, more than a foot long, wide in front and narrow in the back, black and white, and shining.

With a black shirt with a diagonal button on his body and thick-soled cloth shoes on his feet, this whole set of equipment completely adheres to the tradition of Huaxing Wutang, which is slaughtering, ruthless, and dark.

The incomparable black tide rushed to his face, but the expression on Ye Fan's face in the eye of the storm was as cold as ever, as if the earth-shattering roar was just the roar of the waves, as if the black and oppressive murderous aura was just the sea breeze in the night, and the crowd was just a plate of loose sand......

"Die!" The first machete was about to slash in front of his eyes, and Ye Fan suddenly moved!

Peng-

The elites of the Huaxing Society only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the coffee-colored figure actually disappeared out of thin air, and they didn't know where to go, and at the same time, they only heard a loud noise behind them, as if something had hit the wall.

Everyone braked and turned around, only to see Wen Ming squirting three feet of blood, his twisted body against the top of the golden wall in the lobby, slowly sliding down, stretching a string of blood from top to bottom.

His body was heavily planted on the floor, his head tilted, stiffened, and there was no more sound.

The third master of the Huaxing Society, Wen Ming, falls!

Guan Gong's big knife was held in Ye Fan's hand, the head of the knife was pointed obliquely, and he walked all the way to the elevator.

No one knew how he did it, but the result was a deep shock to the crazy and violent faces.

If there is a slow-motion camera in the lobby, you may find a glimmer of truth. Wen Ming, who was at the back of the crowd, didn't expect that Ye Fan's first target would be locked on him.

Separated by ninety-eight elites, more than twenty meters away, Wen Ming had no defense at all, and at that second, a sudden fatal punch pierced his sternum and shattered his heart, without even the slightest chance to resist!

Spike!

A real spike.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, never drag the mud and water, the first shot, Ye Fan despised all living beings with an infinitely terrifying attitude.

Inside and outside the lobby, there is silence.

Ding zero, a soft sound, the elevator door opened. I don't know when, Ye Fan was already standing at the elevator door.

Everyone in the Huaxing Society suddenly came back to their senses, how could they let him go!

Nearly 100 people were guarding the lobby on the first floor, damaging the general, and just letting Ye Fan board the elevator, not daring to pursue, I am afraid that all of them will fall to the ground!

The rules of the Huaxing Society have always been strict and cruel, and the elites of the two halls of the martial arts hall and the killing hall are more aware of the iron laws, each of which has experienced hundreds of bloody battles, stepping on the corpses of enemies and comrades, how can they be ordinary people who are afraid of death?

"Kill, avenge Wenming!"

"Stop him!"

The crowd was angry, turned the head of the knife, and once again rushed towards the figure without knowing whether to live or die.

Ye Fan was holding the Guan Gong big knife of more than seventy catties in his hand, and when he was about to step into the elevator, he heard the earth-shattering shouts behind him and paused slightly.

It was only a distance of more than a dozen steps, and the people who were originally behind became the vanguard, and the two big men rushed to the front, waving the machetes in their hands, and at the same time slashing at Ye Fan's head like crazy.

Just when their long knives were raised high, their expressions were hideous, and they were almost about to eat people alive, Ye Fan's cold and arrogant figure moved again!

He didn't turn around, only a terrifying narrow snow-bright sword swept through the air like a thunderbolt of lightning, and then, two fresh human heads with rich expressions flew into the sky, and two fountains-like blood rushed straight to the heights!

The two headless bodies still maintained the action of rushing and running, the knives in their hands were still tightly gripped, and in the blink of an eye, the corpses separated!

Ye Fan's arm was still pointing at him like that, and he never seemed to have made any movement.

It's just that on the edge of Guan Gong's big knife, the dazzling scarlet proves that he did make a move just now!

Blood sprayed on the clothes of the latecomers, and the two heads slammed into the ground in front of the headless corpse, and after a few bounces, the two corpses fell in response.

Splitting two heads with a knife and cutting off the heads, such cruel, fierce and cold-blooded methods were unprecedented even for the disciples of the Huaxing Society.

Who has ever seen the scene of street fighting, assassination, and smashing the field, no matter how miserable it is, just a knife into the heart and a head flying all over the sky?

When I saw it this time, I said that I was not afraid, it was! Who is not afraid of death?

No matter how many scars there are, no matter how serious the injuries are, there is still hope of surviving, and if the head is broken, there is no doubt that he will die.

Blood sprayed on the floor of the hall as the air quickly filled with the smell of blood and death, and those who had seen it with their own eyes and felt their fear watched the figure retreat in unison like an ant with brimstone......

Who would dare to go on it again?

Ye Fan sneered, and before they could make their final choice, he stepped into the elevator.

His goal, the ninth floor!

Hua Jingtian!

No matter how much the little shrimp kills, it can't be worth a Hua Jingtian, there is a debtor and a master, and you don't have to waste time if you smash Huanglong!

Until the elevator began to rise, the people in the lobby on the ground floor woke up like a dream, all of them looked at each other in shock, the snakes were leaderless, and they didn't know where to go.

The number of floors slowly climbed all the way, and suddenly there was a loud shout like a bell: "Where are the people!"

On the stairs at the end of the lobby, a short-haired young man dressed in black leather, wearing steel fists in both hands, and holding nunchucks, his eyes were red, and he scanned the entire hall.

Meng Po Wave!

Another master of the Huaxing Society! He led people to wait on the second floor, if there was anything wrong with Wenming, or Ye Fan didn't take the elevator, Meng Polang would be the second level.

Hearing the shouting below, Meng Polang couldn't help but rush down to see what was going on, he wanted to see if this person had three heads and six arms, and even the eldest brother Long Hao was not an opponent.

He didn't expect it, but the time to jump down the thirty stairs was only a dozen seconds, and he heard that he died inexplicably, and the bodies of the two elite members of the society were in different places.

Meng Polang only saw the result, but didn't see the process, and he didn't even see what Ye Fan looked like, looking at these soulless people in the lobby, he couldn't help but be angry, and the rage was uncontrollable!

Someone pointed to the elevator, honestly afraid.

"A bunch of waste! I don't want to die chasing after me!" Meng Polang's eyes were crazy, his movements were as agile as an ape, he grabbed the handrail, climbed the stairs repeatedly, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in a few clicks.

Ninth floor!

The white-haired Wu Chang and Ji Wuyan personally led more than 200 personal guards to wait in the spacious peripheral space of the hall, Wu Chang was dressed in white, with two knives hanging on his waist, and his brother stood in front of the elevator with his arms on the left and right.

Ji Wuyan was naked, his long hair was on his shoulders, and he was tattooed with a blue-faced fanged beast, which was particularly conspicuous, and his weapon was a gun, a hideous American-style assault rifle.

Neither of them spoke, staring at the beating numbers with gloomy faces.

Seven, eight, nine!

Bite!

Click-and-click-

Before the elevator door opened, Ji Wuyan picked up the assault rifle, his arm muscles expanded savagely, and the bullet swept wildly towards this door!

Lose your marbles!

What a madman! Isn't he afraid of killing others by mistake? Of course he is not afraid! The Long Pavilion has already cleared the scene, and even the shopkeeper of the Tang Dynasty has acquiesced to their actions, and no outsiders will come in tonight.

The whistling rain of bullets pierced through the elevator door, a piece of gunpowder smoke was filled, and the steel door full of holes opened to both sides, only a Guan Gong big knife and pestle was there, trembling slightly, as if laughing at Ji's wordless stupid behavior.

What about people?

"......Ahh

This heart-rending cry for help made Wu Chang's face change drastically.

"Breaking the waves!"

Disheveled!

A corpse was thrown straight out of the stairwell, with a sharp knife stuck in Meng Polang's throat, and his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't see it!

"Ahh......!!h

Wu Chang was about to help Meng Polang's corpse, when a terrifying cold feeling suddenly hit his side, he looked at the elevator with his wrong eyes, and suddenly felt cold air penetrating his body, unable to move!

How is it possible? Wen Ming's Guan Gong knife is gone!

Almost at this moment, Wu Chang sensed that an incomparably strong wind in front of him cut through the air, shattered the space, and slashed straight at his forehead with an unstoppable terrifying might!

He wanted to run away subconsciously, but found that it was no faster than that arc light, he wanted to draw the knife, but his fingers lost all their strength, his eyes were wide open, and Wu Chang only let out an inhuman howl that looked like a beast: "No-"

Poof!

Ten feet of blood spattered, brains, stomach, feces and urine...... And then it erupted violently!

This knife split Wu Chang in half from the top of his head!

Miserable!

100,000 points of tragedy!

How much strength, how fast does it take to smash a living person apart?

Everyone who has killed knows it, and those who have cooked it also know that chopping bones with a big knife is pure strength, not to mention how many skins, muscles, and bones have to be cut off from head to toe?

This majesty, I'm afraid that only Guan Erye, who has been five features and six generals in the past, can be compared with it.

A puddle of fishy smell, two pieces of corpses, before everyone could relax their senses, Wu Chang, who was still standing here just now, was killed in a second!

The main character is finally here!

He stepped on the blood all over the ground, his trench coat danced, the head of the knife pointed at Ji Wuyan, and smiled, quietly descending like a god of death.

Three of the five masters of Huaxing have been killed in seconds!

Ji Wuyan's eyes were blood-colored and crazy, he roared and picked up the gun, turned his gaze, didn't believe it, this time, Ye Fan could still dodge the bullet in his hand!

Whew――

Before the trigger was pulled, Guan Gong's big knife soared into the air with a loud roar, and a trace of afterimage shook in front of everyone's eyes.

There was a loud bang, Guan Gong stood with a big knife on the ground, and Ye Fan's figure turned his back to him and held the knife and smiled at the crowd in front of him.

Until this time, sneering-

The side of Ji Wuyan's neck was like an electric welding spark, bursting out with a bright red stream, and he couldn't stop it.

The American assault rifle fell to the ground twice, and his fierce eyes tried to turn his head in vain to look at the appearance of the killer, but he could no longer twist his neck, and his strong body fell on his back!

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