But all the attacks were calmly blocked by Ye Fan.

"kill!"

After another round of attacks failed, the eighteen monks leaped up almost at the same time.

They jumped three meters into the air and suddenly stopped.

Time seemed to stop immediately.

Then, eighteen Zen staffs were intertwined together to form a cold-light knife net, which went from top to bottom and covered Ye Fan's head.

Eighteen people, each struck at least eighteen sticks, and the attacks were naturally sequenced, but the speed was so fast that it felt as if they were all completed at the same time.

"Happy, happy, just let it go and fight, and I will help you."

Seeing the eighteen people using their special skills to deal with him, Ye Fan also laughed loudly, raised his arms, and hit the sword.

"boom!"

A loud noise passed over the high platform, and then Meichuan Kuzi and the guests present saw six monks being swept away by Ye Fan a few meters away.

There were three more people flying upside down towards the bottom of the high platform, and blood could clearly be seen spurting out on the way.

Then five more people flew out, and the Zen staff broke and fell to the ground.

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

"flutter!"

Before they could buffer themselves, Ye Fan rushed through them, his swords blazing in all directions, and he screamed repeatedly.

"Ahhhh——"

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

The throat bleeds and life is lost.

Ye Fan didn't stop and shouted to Meichuan Kuzi:
Chapter completed!