Swish swish swish.

A fierce voice sounded, and Wang Fan used his last bit of strength to rush towards Murong Yu'er.

The crossbow arrows hit Wang Fan like dense raindrops, releasing clouds of blood mist.

Brilliant, miserable.

"No." Murong Yu'er's tears were like muddy water bursting from a dam as she looked at Wang Fan who stood up to block the crossbow arrows regardless of everything.

Her heart was shaken violently, and she wanted to reach out to touch Wang Fan's face, but found that she had no strength at all.

So close yet yet so far away.

Out of reach.

Wang Fan didn't think so much at all. Looking at the blood mist on Murong Yu'er's body and looking at Murong Yu'er's sad and tearful face, he just felt a little crazy.

The previous battle with Qi Shiren had been almost full force.

If Qi Shiren hadn't used Da Da to dissipate the strong energy in the end and approached with a knife, and if he hadn't turned his back to Qi Shiren and healed his broken arm at an extremely fast speed, there would have been no chance of killing Qi Shiren.

At this time, Qi Shiren's men had already come to kill him. Wang Fan ignored the pain in his back and directly hugged Murong Yu'er and rolled on the ground.

Dang Dang Dang.

Several steel knives were smashed against the bodies of Wang Fan and Wang Fan, and they hit the ground hard, which was shocking.

At the same time, Wang Fan also hugged Murong Yuer and hid in the corner.

Murong Yu'er looked at Wang Fan's pale face and wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak at all.

She didn't expect that Wang Fan would fight so hard for her. At this time, she no longer had any hatred for Wang Fan, but was just touched and had indescribable complex emotions.

"Don't speak, don't move, hold it back." After Wang Fan said to Murong Yu'er, he slapped her with his right hand, took out a silver needle and quickly pricked her body.

Not long after, Murong Yuer's wounds were stopped and she no longer felt so painful.

After saving Murong Yu'er, Wang Fan quickly patted himself with both hands.

As an acquired Dzogchen strongman, his skeletal muscles have been strengthened to a terrifying level. As long as he didn't hit key parts such as the heart, forehead, and throat, it would be impossible to kill him.

If he is an innately strong person, it will be even more abnormal.

Outside, Qi Shiren's subordinates had already barged in like wolves and tigers, grinning and holding crossbows and shooting wildly, like ferocious gods of murder.

Although Qi Shiren ordered them not to come in, Qi Shiren's collapse still caused them to go crazy.

These people are the most sincere people under Qi Shiren. Qi Shiren is their belief. How can they not be angry when their belief falls?

"Get out, none of you can leave today, you will all die!"

They roared madly and rushed forward like wild beasts.

Wang Fan held Murong Yu'er with one hand, and quickly inserted needles into himself with the other hand, racing against time.

If he was not injured, these tough guys would be cannon fodder and not worth mentioning at all.

But now, they have become the god of death, and if they are not careful, they will take Wang Fan's life.

"I'm not afraid. Before I die, let me take a look at you again. I haven't even taken a good look at you yet. I want to remember your appearance clearly.

, I will seek revenge from you in the next life."

Murong Yu'er was held by Wang Fan. Although she was scared, she looked at Wang Fan's pale face and said so.

Wang Fan's heart was shaken violently, and his eyes suddenly became firm, "Don't think about it, don't talk, we won't die, I will take you out."

As he spoke, he suddenly stood up with Murong Yu'er in his arms, raised his right hand, and released a series of silver needles.

Several fierce men in front were instantly hit by needles and fell down on their backs.

This sudden change completely shocked the other twenty or thirty fierce men, and they subconsciously began to retreat.

I thought that Wang Fan was at the end of his strength, that Wang Fan was on his last legs, even if he was not dead, but why did he still launch such a crazy counterattack?

"roll!"

Wang Fan emerged from the corner with Murong Yu'er in his arms, his hands dancing continuously, and with the dense and harsh swishing sound, another group of fierce men fell down.

Wang Fan is like a god of war, powerful and unstoppable.

Murong Yu'er closed her eyes and let Wang Fan lead her forward, not daring to open them at all.

"roll!"

Wang Fan roared again and rushed towards the fierce men.

The fierce men roared and attacked frantically, but Wang Fan dodged them, and then faced Wang Fan's ferocious attack like a violent storm.

In just two minutes, all the fierce men in the villa fell to the ground. Wang Fan did not even look at them, and walked out of the villa with Murong Yu'er in his arms.

He knows his own thing and can hold on for ten minutes at most.

In the previous battle with Qi Shiren, he was already at the end of his strength. The reason why he is still fighting so fiercely now is entirely because he used silver needles to prick acupuncture points to stimulate his potential.

"Stop him!"

"Can't let them leave!"

When the fierce men outside saw Wang Fan appear, they rushed towards them like crazy, but Wang Fan dodged them. Then, they were attacked like a rainstorm by Wang Fan.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

The silver needle shoots like a silver light curtain.

At that terrifying speed, the tough guys fell one after another, and the scene looked like a Hollywood stunt.

However, there are too many strong men. If one group falls, another group will fill it within a few seconds.

Brave and not afraid of death!

Wang Fan's arms were also a little sore and numb. He estimated the time and his heart became heavy.

There are only five minutes left. If he doesn't go out in five minutes, he will die here.

"You bastard, you killed so many of us, so go die!"

"Fight!"

The fierce men watched their companions fall one by one. Not only were they not afraid, but they became even more crazy.

Wang Fan fought back hard, but this time, he failed to stand out and was eventually forced back to the villa.

He felt inexplicably irritable. Am I really going to die here today?

It doesn't matter if he dies, but he really can't bear to involve Murong Yu'er!

I thought that coming here was just a formality and that killing Qi Shiren was a sure thing, but I didn't expect such an accident to happen.

Qi Shiren's hidden strength, as well as these vicious subordinates, completely plunged him into a situation that was beyond redemption. Swish, swish, swish.

A fierce voice sounded, and Wang Fan used his last bit of strength to rush towards Murong Yu'er.

The crossbow arrows hit Wang Fan like dense raindrops, releasing clouds of blood mist.

Brilliant, miserable.

"No." Murong Yu'er's tears were like muddy water bursting from a dam as she looked at Wang Fan who stood up to block the crossbow arrows regardless of everything.

Her heart was shaken violently, and she wanted to reach out to touch Wang Fan's face, but found that she had no strength at all.

So close yet yet so far away.

Out of reach.

Wang Fan didn't think so much at all. Looking at the blood mist on Murong Yu'er's body and looking at Murong Yu'er's sad and tearful face, he just felt a little crazy.

The previous battle with Qi Shiren had been almost full force.

If Qi Shiren hadn't used Da Da to dissipate the strong energy in the end and approached with a knife, and if he hadn't turned his back to Qi Shiren and healed his broken arm at an extremely fast speed, there would have been no chance of killing Qi Shiren.

At this time, Qi Shiren's men had already come to kill him. Wang Fan ignored the pain in his back and directly hugged Murong Yu'er and rolled on the ground.

Dang Dang Dang.

Several steel knives were smashed against the bodies of Wang Fan and Wang Fan, and they hit the ground hard, which was shocking.

At the same time, Wang Fan also hugged Murong Yuer and hid in the corner.

Murong Yu'er looked at Wang Fan's pale face and wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak at all.

She didn't expect that Wang Fan would fight so hard for her. At this time, she no longer had any hatred for Wang Fan, but was just touched and had indescribable complex emotions.

"Don't speak, don't move, hold it back." After Wang Fan said to Murong Yu'er, he slapped her with his right hand, took out a silver needle and quickly pricked her body.

Not long after, Murong Yuer's wounds were stopped and she no longer felt so painful.

After saving Murong Yu'er, Wang Fan quickly patted himself with both hands.

As an acquired Dzogchen strongman, his skeletal muscles have been strengthened to a terrifying level. As long as he didn't hit key parts such as the heart, forehead, and throat, it would be impossible to kill him.

If he is an innately strong person, it will be even more abnormal.

Outside, Qi Shiren's subordinates had already barged in like wolves and tigers, grinning and holding crossbows and shooting wildly, like ferocious gods of murder.
To be continued...