The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1307 It's Your Time

Chapter 310 It's your turn

"When, when, when—"

In the cold wind, the bell of Sensoji Temple rang.

The birds in the forest were startled and flew away.

The sky full of cherry blossoms and flying birds made the scenery of Sensoji Temple extremely pleasant, and also made Song Hongyan's eyes reflect tenderness.

She knew it was a signal, the last moment of life and death:
"Ye Fan, let's fight, I will always be with you."

She let go of Ye Fan, held a knife and a gun, and hid in a corner to protect herself.

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, kicked up the backpack with a bang, and carried the remaining twelve sabers on his back.

He brazenly faced the oncoming enemy.

At this moment, the Blood Doctor Sect and the others had readjusted their team and surrounded them like a rainbow towards the high platform.

Kuko Meichuan pointed with a long sword: "Kill!"

Countless enemies roared and charged in an instant.

"Whoosh-"

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, he pressed his hands forward, and four knives flew out from his back with a whistling sound.

With a flash of sword light, murderous aura filled the sky, and the heads of twelve Qianye elite fell to the ground.

Blood spilled.

"Bang bang bang!"

When the twelve thousand leaf disciples fell to the ground, Ye Fan also rushed forward.

He grabbed the sharp snow knife and swung it violently.

The three Tokugawa ninjas screamed and fell to the ground.

Ye Fan reached out with both hands, and took back four swirling sabers, and in the next second, crossed his hands again.

"Whoosh-"

The four knives whizzed out again.

"what--"

More than a dozen blood doctor disciples who rushed up to the high platform had their throats cut before they could get close.

They fell to the ground one by one, as if they didn't believe in such a fast knife.

At the same time, Ye Fan moved forward calmly, and the snow knife kept flashing, piercing the throats of one enemy after another.

He seemed to be slow, but his speed was extremely fast, and he reached the distance of more than ten meters back and forth in a blink of an eye.

I don't know if their speed is too slow, or Ye Fan's realm has improved. The enemy's movements are too slow in Ye Fan's eyes.

That's why Ye Fan was able to wield a knife densely, and calmly dodge the hidden weapons that attacked him. His strength was outrageous.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan killed more than 50 people.

But the enemy didn't even touch a corner of his clothes.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Ye Fan just swung the knife, just swung it out, and the lives of opponents were harvested one by one.

Every time he raised his hand, every time he flew, seven or eight enemies fell to the ground screaming.

One of the enemies who attacked Song Hongyan was split in half by Ye Fan unceremoniously.

Ye Fan also flew out three sabers and shot the three Takahashi gunmen to the ground.

The sword kills, the knife kills, fighting all the way, blood all the way.

irresistible.

"presumptuous!"

Mei Chuan Kuzi sternly shouted: "Monk, please act!"

"Chong!"

Eighteen figures flashed from her side, and eighteen Zen sticks waved together.

Han Guangxiao killed the entire high platform.

"Lord Ye, put down the butcher knife—"

When there was thunder in the sky but it hadn't rained yet, the eighteen great monks had already stamped the ground and jumped into the air.

Like arrows and lightning, they shot straight at Ye Fan, and the light of the white Zen stick turned the open space into a sea of ​​sticks.

The Zen staff pierced the air, and there was a faint and shrill sound.

The eighteen great monks of Sensoji Temple, the guardian of the temple, are no less than the eighteen arhats of Shaolin Temple in China.

At this moment, 18 people shot together, naturally majestic.

"It won't be too late to kill you all!"

Ye Fan turned a blind eye to such momentum, but laughed out loud instead.

Then he waved his hand.

A knife light flashed.

The eighteen monks suddenly felt a sense of coercion.

Such strength and power made them feel a sense of suffocation.

Not to mention charging forward, it was very difficult to even move, and the 18 people subconsciously slowed down.

"Whoosh-"

With a flick of Ye Fan's wrist, another saber light flashed out.

The faces of the 18 people changed drastically, and they sent a Zen stick to block Ye Fan's snow knife.

With a bang, the 18 people flew upside down six meters.

Then they hurriedly twisted their waists, used the jackhammer, and took a few steps back after landing, barely stabilizing their bodies being pushed by the rest of their strength.

Eighteen people and eighteen Zen sticks worked together to block Ye Fan's knife.

Although they were calm, there was shock in their eyes. They never expected that Ye Fan would be so tyrannical.

You know, Ye Fan has fought several times, how can he still have the strength to resist 18 people?

"As expected of the Great Monk of Sensoji Temple, his skill is indeed stronger than that of blood doctors."

Ye Fan showed a hint of appreciation: "It's just that the monks don't recite the scriptures well, and come to help the evildoers, so it can be seen that your practice is also selling dog meat."

He himself doesn't know why the power is endless, especially the left arm, the surging power makes Ye Fan feel like he can kill an elephant with one punch.

Mei Chuan Kuzi's face turned cold: "Kill him!"

"Anida Buddha—"

As soon as the words fell, the eighteen great monks all let out a long howl.

The next second, they moved their feet.

The afterimages of the 18 people standing in place have not disappeared, and their bodies have appeared in front of Ye Fan.

The speed is amazing.

"Whoosh-"

They turned stabs into slashes, from top to bottom, and slashed at Ye Fan's head with great speed!

A series of actions are completed within one-tenth of a second, so fast that the human naked eye cannot reach it, and it is also so fast that the human brain cannot respond.

Selina and the others stiffened slightly, secretly calling these great monks so powerful.

"Good come!"

Ye Fan didn't have the slightest fear, and raised his hand to block upwards.

"when!"

Eighteen people hit the target with eighteen Zen sticks, and the powerful knife air crushed the carpet, twisted it into powder, and then scattered it into the air.

It's just that although they hit hard, they didn't feel joy.

The powder dissipated, and Ye Fan stood there, unharmed.

The snow knife in his hand blocked eighteen Zen sticks.

"kill!"

When the blow was missed, the 18 people moved immediately, turned around, and eighteen heavy Zen sticks spun around Ye Fan's body to attack.

The Zen staff seemed to have spread an airtight iron curtain around him, from time to time, cold light would swish out from it, piercing Ye Fan's vitals like lightning.

It's just that all the attacks were calmly blocked by Ye Fan.

"kill!"

After another round of attack was ineffective, eighteen great monks jumped up almost at the same time.

They rushed to a height of three meters in the air, and their figures stopped suddenly.

Time seemed to stop there.

Then, eighteen Zen sticks were intertwined in one place, forming a cold knife net, from top to bottom, covering Ye Fan's head with Mount Tai.

18 people, each with at least [-] sticks, the shots are naturally sequenced, but the speed is too fast, it feels as if they are done at the same time.

"Happy, happy, let go and fight, and I will fulfill you."

Seeing that the 18 people used their housekeeping skills to deal with him, Ye Fan also laughed out loud, and with his arms raised, he slammed into the place where the sword was held.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise across the sky above the high platform, and then Kuko Meichuan and the guests saw that the six monks were swept away by Ye Fan a few meters away.

Three more people flew upside down towards the high platform, and blood was clearly visible on the way.

Then five people flew out again, and the Zen stick broke and fell to the ground.

In the next second, Ye Fan bumped forward, and the last four fell out in mid-air.

"flutter!"

Before they could catch up, Ye Fan rushed over from among them, radiating swords and screaming.

"Ahhh-"

When Ye Fan stood in front of Meichuan Kuzi holding the snow knife, the eighteen monks had already fallen to the ground.

Throat bleeding, lifeless.

Ye Fan didn't stop, and shouted at Kuko Meichuan:

"It's your turn--"

(End of this chapter)