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

Chapter 1575 Willing to be No.1

The first thousand and 570 eight chapters are willing to be No.1

Although Ye Fan wanted to take the lead in the bloodbath of Yinxian Villa, it didn't mean he was foolish enough to lead hundreds of people to charge.

Knowing the history of Yinxian Villa, you also know that the people inside are all heinous bandits.

Attacking such a villa, head-to-head, he and Yuan Qingyi will be fine, and I believe that the villa will be flattened in the end, but the children of the Wumeng will be seriously damaged.

So Ye Fan directly got [-] drones.

Explosive mines and narcotic powder are strapped to the drone.

With so many drones blasting past, even if Jiufeng and the others cannot be bombarded, the danger of the villa can be minimized.

Ye Fan also believes that Jiufeng's old and stubborn people will definitely be caught off guard by the drone.

The fact is also true, Yinxian Villa was soon bombed beyond recognition.

Countless flames and black smoke enveloped most of the mountain.

This not only caused heavy losses to the masters of Yinxian Villa.

Many people were either killed or anesthetized, and fell one by one in the rain or in a pool of blood.

It also plunged the entire villa into chaos.

This is the first time since the establishment of the village that it has been attacked by people.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

When Ye Fan finished eating the oden in his hand, the car also smashed into the stainless steel gate of Yinxian Villa.

When the alarm at Yinxian Manor reached the highest level, Ye Fan held the bamboo stick and waved it lightly.

The engines of fifty cars behind him roared at the same time, and they rushed into the villa without fear of death.

The wheels passed by the flames of the explosion and the pungent gunpowder smoke, and rushed straight into the villa.

All the objects blocking the front were knocked into the air, and the dozen or so Yinxian guards who couldn't dodge were also thrown into the air.

Their bones cracked and their mouths were covered with blood, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead when they landed.

The car didn't care about their life and death, it just hit the obstacles and living people in its field of vision.

When the fifty cars were divided into five groups and rushed into the road of the manor, groups of Wumeng children who were holding onto the outside of the cars jumped off one after another.

With a crossbow in his hand, he rushed to shoot around.

Heads protruded from the roof of the car, holding a long gun and shooting towards the roof.

"Bang bang bang-"

Many enemies at the commanding heights screamed and fell in a pool of blood.

In a split second, the killing and shouting broke out.

The vast Yinxian Manor instantly turned into a bloody battlefield.

The villa, which has never been attacked by anyone, was mercilessly bombarded by Ye Fan tonight.

Many enemies were hit by crossbows or swords before they could react from the anesthetic, turning them into dead corpses.

They were a little stunned by what happened to them until their death.

The blood soon stained the ground, and the blood began to fill the sky.

Holding a map, Ye Fan simply divided Yinxian Villa into five areas, east, west, north, south, and the center.

Then he let the [-] Wumeng disciples each attack as a team.

With the ruthless advancement of the Wumeng, the Yinxian Manor, which was notoriously fierce on weekdays, turned into a hell on earth in a blink of an eye.

Someone was down almost every moment.

There are people and there are enemies.

Wars are raging everywhere, and the martial arts alliance is like a rainbow, but Yinxian Villa is not a mob.

It is natural that it can hide here for decades in peace.

After being caught off guard by the Wumeng League and leaving more than 300 corpses behind, nine of them quickly abandoned their lines of defense and gave up fighting the fire.

Put on gas masks one by one and withdraw to the last round castle to fight.

Relying on the advantages of terrain and commanding heights, Yinxian Villa gradually stabilized its panic.

Seeing the solid line of defense gradually gathered by sporadic personnel, Ye Fan admired it.

He played with the bamboo stick in his hand: "Jiufeng and the others do have something special!"

Yuan Qingyi nodded slightly:
"Yeah, 300 drones bombed, 3 people thundered, they only messed up for [-] minutes, and lost [-]% of the territory."

She scanned the audience: "No, they gave up [-]% of the territory and held the final base camp."

"You can't raise the ambition of others too much."

Wu Jiuzhou chuckled: "At least this wave of attacks killed 400 of them, [-]% of their strength."

"Stop talking nonsense, Wu Jiuzhou, you stabilize the left side, Tsing Yi, you are responsible for the right attack."

Ye Fan took a knife with his backhand: "I'll go straight to the middle palace!"

"it is good!"

Yuan Qingyi and Wu Jiuzhou didn't twitch either: "Young Master Ye, be careful!"

"kill--"

Ye Fan raised his knife and rushed towards the strongest line of defense.

Dozens of Wumeng disciples followed closely.

Just as a dozen or so people rushed to the gate of the castle with Ye Fan, the three people on the side were shot by dense crossbow arrows.

They gritted their teeth and persisted for a while, and finally withdrew from the battlefield in pain.

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, he waved his hand and chopped off the crossbow arrows, charging bravely without fear of death.

More than a dozen enemies surrounded Ye Fan.

Ye Fan went up to greet him, crashing into the crowd like a rainbow.

The knife flashed.

"Whoosh!"

One person couldn't dodge in time, his throat was cut, and he fell to the ground without screaming.

Ye Fan was not soft on his hands, and the sharp weapon fluttered like a butterfly, bursting with killing intent.

The second, the third, the fourth...

With a cold face, Ye Fan kept walking, walking back and forth among the crowd, the blade was like a storm, pouring down!

Less than 1 minutes.

More than a dozen enemies all fell to the ground, and none survived.

"kill--"

Ye Fan didn't stop, and continued to rush into the enemy group with his saber in hand.

Like an eagle jumping into a flock of chickens.

"Crack-knock-"

The blunt sound of the knife slashing the body was connected into a dragging but non-stop long sound.

There were roars of anger and pain immediately at the gate of the castle.

But it was more frightening, stumped limbs and arms flew across, and blood was almost like a scoop.

Although many people have fallen down in the audience, there are still countless people fighting and shouting.

The scene is grand, but the picture is quite cruel. For the first time, the distance between life and death is so close.

To survive, for most people at this time, it depends not only on strength, but also on the luck favored by God.

Ye Fan led the Wumeng disciples to charge towards Zhonggong.

His face was as calm as water, neither happy nor sad nor angry, the blade trembled continuously, splitting out rays of light.

The blood flower keeps blooming.

Those who stand in my way die.

Ye Fan is indomitable.

After more than half of the dozens of Wumeng children fell down, there were still nine of them closely following Ye Fan.

These people cover for him and block arrows and bullets for him.

Ye Fan's expression was always calm, and the knife was raised and lowered.

The blood on his head and face made him look ferocious like a devil, but he hadn't wiped it off from the beginning to the end.

Watching the blood spurt, watching the life disappear, the footsteps did not stop.

Ye Fan didn't think about the difficulty ahead, nor did he think about whether Jueying Gunshen would appear.

In this case, extra thoughts are irresponsible to yourself and the people behind you.

On both sides, Ye Fan could vaguely see Wu Jiuzhou and Yuan Qingyi rushing left and right.

Each team has sacrificed a lot, and the two of them are also covered in blood every step of the way.

And the enemy who fought against them was even more collapsed, scattered, and all of them became corpses, lying on the ground.

Shocking, real blood flowed like a river.

"kill--"

In order to reduce casualties, Ye Fan shot more aggressively.

He raised and fell towards the enemy in front of him, dripping with joy.

The first knife slashed severely on an opponent's neck.

The ferocious-looking opponent only had time to raise his hand, and his whole body was split in half instantly.

Blood dripping.

The sharp battle knife seemed to be even more scarlet, and the blade was trembling violently.

"Whoosh!"

The saber was raised again, Ye Fan ruthlessly swept out, and the blade cut off the head of a sneak attacking enemy.

Blood sprayed out from the shaking body, setting off the castle into a hellish scene.

Shouting, fire, cruelty, violence, mountains of corpses, rivers of blood!
The light of the knife became brighter and brighter!
Ye Fan led the Wumeng disciples forward step by step, every inch of land and blood.

After cutting off the sword in his hand, he finally broke through the enemy's last fortress.

Wu Jiuzhou and Yuan Qingyi also defeated the enemy from both sides and converged.

Everyone is dripping with blood, without demeanor, just jumping with murderous intent.

A distance of 20 meters and [-] steps are the last strength of Yinxian Villa.

Flattening there would mean the end of a generation of demon dens.

"boom--"

At this time, as Ye Fan, Wu Jiuzhou and Yuan Qingyi approached, the castle opened with a bang.

Dozens of murderous men and women wearing masks got out.

They put on a posture of living and dying with Yinxian Villa.

They also stared at Ye Fan at the bottom of the steps with hatred.

"Evan!"

"Evan!"

"Evan!"

"You are too presumptuous! You are too presumptuous!"

"This is not a place for you to be presumptuous!"

Then, a tall old man with a withered left hand in a Taoist costume flashed out with people.

He stared at Ye Fan at the front and drank in a low voice.

There was surprise in the tone, there was anger, there was unwillingness, and there was unspeakable hatred.

Jiufeng!

Obviously he already knew who the sneak attack was.

Jiufeng stared at Ye Fan furiously: "No one has ever dared to enter Yinxian Villa like this!"

Ye Fan took a step forward, and flashed out the Fish Intestine Sword:
"Ye Fan is willing to be No.1!"

(End of this chapter)