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

Chapter 1870 Can't Be Defeated

Chapter 880 Can't be defeated

"Ye Fan, how do you break this round?"

"Conspiracies and tricks, power to exert pressure, I am not as good as you!"

"But the way of heaven is benevolent, and you are not as good as me!"

"Today's round, you can only destroy me, but you cannot defeat me!"

"You can't beat me!"

Vandance bristled with rage.

Howling up to the sky.

It's like the king is in the world.

Since coming to Shenzhou, Van Dance has accomplished nothing.

Not only did the Vatican Medical College die young, but the attack on Ye Fan failed, and he was also deeply imprisoned. It can be said that he lost in a mess.

Today, in the face of the unanimous solidarity of five thousand Buddhist doctors, Van Dance vented his anger.

He really needs a victory, a victory that can overwhelm Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.

This roar not only boosted the morale of the five thousand Buddhist doctors, but also made them excited like chicken blood.

"The prince is mighty! The prince is mighty!"

"The benevolent is invincible! The benevolent is invincible!"

Five thousand Brahma doctors waved their fists in response to Van Dance.

All of them were full of excitement, and their eyes were shining, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

They yelled for a full minute without stopping.

Many Sanskrit doctors moved forward excitedly, waving weapons and pressing towards the entrance of the building.

The imminent situation made everyone in the China Medical Alliance feel like they were facing an enemy.

Everyone knows that once the five thousand Vatican doctors lose control and rush in, the entire Medical Union Building will be in bad luck.

The madness contained in these spiritual boys makes people tremble just by hearing the roar.

Yang Yaodong hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Close the gate, close the gate!"

"Need not!"

Ye Fan signaled to Yang Yaodong that there is no need to be afraid.

Afterwards, he strode forward and stood beside Van Dance.

"Prince Fan, it's easy for me to break your game."

"The reason why I let you stand here is, as I said just now, to atone for your crime."

"You don't cherish this hard-won opportunity to beg for mercy, and you still show off your might to confuse Buddhist doctors with Shenzhou. You let me down too much."

"Although the five thousand Buddhist doctors are numerous and powerful, they are as insignificant as ants in my eyes."

"I don't have ten ways to break your game, but I have eight ways."

Ye Fan straightened his body and faced the five thousand Buddhist doctors who were pressing over him.

"I declare that from this moment on, the China Medical League will temporarily become the center of the Wumeng League."

"Any aggressive person who dares to trespass without my order will be killed!"

"You have three and ten minutes to leave."

"If half an hour later, you are still stranded here and making trouble, you will never go back."

"Come on, be on guard."

Ye Fan made the best of Shenzhou's etiquette before soldiers, and did not give anyone an excuse to be condemned by public opinion.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Following this order, the entrances and exits of the Medical League Building are still open.

The four heavy steel doors did not close at all.

It's just that there are more than 200 Wumeng children on the second and third floors.

They quickly occupied a favorable position in the building, and then flashed crossbow arrows to condescend to the Buddhist doctor.

Then a red arrow swished into the clearing.

A cold female voice came out clearly:

"Whoever crosses the red arrow, die!"

When Ye Fan decided to break Fandance's spine, he transferred Yuan Qingyi to suppress the situation.

The cold killing atmosphere made the doctor's arrogance lessened by two points.

No matter whether the opponent dares to shoot or not, the crossbow bolts are still deterrent.

However, the [-] Sanskrit doctors realized that they had a large number of people on their side, and quickly forced them to come up.

"Shoot to kill? Ye Fan, who do you think you are!"

"If you have the ability, shoot an arrow and kill me..."

"Come on, shoot an arrow and kill us, or we will tear down the China Medical Alliance."

"Destroy the China Medical Alliance! Rescue Prince Fan!"

Five thousand Buddhist doctors didn't believe that Ye Fan dared to do it.

After many years of immersion in Shenzhou, they already knew that Shenzhou would only appease them in this situation, and never dared to do anything.

One is fear of arousing greater public indignation, and the other is fear of condemnation by international public opinion.

Therefore, in the face of the gloomy and cold crossbow arrows, the five thousand Buddhist doctors didn't pay attention at all.

Van Dance also looked at Ye Fan with disdain.

In his eyes, Ye Fan was just bluffing, being harsh and soft inside.

"Bang bang bang-"

Dozens of radical Buddhist doctors grabbed stones and wine bottles from the ground.

As they led the team forward, they threw things at the people upstairs.

Stones, wine bottles, and sticks flew around, banging against glass and shields.

"Demolish the Medical League Building and rescue Prince Fan!"

"Kill Ye Fan and give me back my Physician!"

"Vatican doctors can only be destroyed, never defeated!"

"Kill Ye Fan, save the prince!"

Five thousand Vatican doctors screamed and rushed forward.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Just as they stepped over the red crossbow arrows, the sound of crossbow arrows firing rang out without warning.

I saw the bodies of a dozen or so Buddhist doctors rushing forward trembled.

Then blood spattered from their bodies, and they fell to the ground without even uttering a scream.

There are many crossbow arrows stuck in the throat, heart, and abdomen.

"Director Vatican, Director Vatican—"

More than a dozen Buddhist doctors called their companions' names to help them.

It's just that the concern and anger on the face have not yet intertwined, and there is another burst of whizzing arrows.

Nearly a hundred crossbow arrows poured into their bodies, bursting out glaring blood.

More than a dozen Buddhist doctors circled and fell to the ground, their eyes full of anger and shock.

It seems that Ye Fan did not expect that Ye Fan would dare to shoot an arrow.

A seriously injured man groaned and wanted to crawl back.

"Whoosh-"

A figure on the third floor fell straight, and a snow-white sword light flashed away.

The seriously injured Vatican doctor trembled and was nailed to the ground by the sharp sword.

Another gust of blood spurted out.

Countless screams erupted at the scene.

Everyone was shocked by the bloody scene before them.

"Whoosh-"

Yuan Qingyi pulled out his long sword with his backhand and pointed forward.

The cold edge of the sword instantly overwhelmed the mighty five thousand Buddhist doctors.

Thirty Buddhist doctors fell in a pool of blood, and one was crucified to death by Yuan Qingyi.

The methods are bloody and brutal but have endless deterrent power.

The Vatican doctors at the door were all like ducks being strangled by someone, with difficulty breathing.

They didn't know where Ye Fan got the confidence to dare to kill people in public like this.

You know, this is the gate of the China Medical Alliance, and there are many foreign journalists around here.

Moreover, it is probably the first time in Longdu's history to use killing methods to suppress everyone.

It's just that no matter how shocked and disbelieving, the Buddhist doctor who had been boiling like a pot of oil calmed down.

No one dared to storm the Medical League Building again.

No one dared to yell to kill Ye Fan and rescue Van Dance.

Van Dance was also a little more dignified, a little surprised that Ye Fan dared to make such a cruel move.

Ye Fan's figure reappeared on the seventh floor, and his voice resounded throughout the open space of the Medical Union:

"There are still 10 minutes left. If you don't leave, you will never be able to leave."

Ye Fan's tone was indifferent: "You can take care of yourself."

Yuan Qingyi held the long sword and stepped forward step by step, his expression was indifferent, and the long sword was hot.

She was pressing towards the Buddhist doctor like a ball of fire.

Wuqian Physician stepped back subconsciously with his feet.

One person retreats, ten people retreat, and everyone retreats.

Physician Fan's retreating footsteps rustled like millipedes crawling in the desert.

(End of this chapter)