The kind old woman roared like a beast.

The crutch in her hand kept slashing at him so fast that people couldn't see the shape, as if she was going to smash Ye Fan into a pile of meat.

Ye Fan didn't retreat at all, and the saber swished out, hitting the kind old woman's vital points.

Shen Hongxiu and several seriously injured killers all had dumbfounded expressions on their faces.`

It's too fast, it's too perverted, it's attacking vital points, the knife is so close to the flesh, it really makes people's hearts beat fast.

The killer in Wuyi Lane was still extremely frustrated. He never thought that Ye Fan could compete with Lord Chou Niu.

And they were evenly matched after a fierce battle.

"Dangdangdang——"

At this time, the kind old woman and Ye Fan roared again and collided fiercely, waving the weapons in their hands without any moisture.

The movements are getting faster and faster, and it is increasingly difficult to see clearly who is the kind old woman and who is Ye Fan.

"Ploppap!"

No one knew who was injured, and wisps of blood began to spatter from time to time.

Their faces became distorted, looking ferocious and fierce.

"when!"

As the two collided again and took action, more than a dozen blood flowers suddenly bloomed on the kind old woman's body.

"Um!"

Then, the kind old woman groaned and fell back seven or eight meters like a kite with its string cut off.

Just when she was about to land, she suddenly twisted her waist and stopped her leaning body.

Kneel down on one knee and poke the ground with a cane to avoid being on your back.

However, the deep bone wounds on her chest and back, as well as the shock on her face, indicated that she had been seriously injured.

Ye Fan also flew out and landed in front of the tombstone eight meters away, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Click——"

The kind old woman did not stop, she twisted her crutch, and with a roar, forty-nine embroidery needles were sprayed out.

The poisonous needle hit Ye Fan directly in his field of vision.

This kind of distance, this kind of rapid fire, and this kind of surprise make it impossible for people to avoid it.

Shen Hongxiu's heart trembled: "Ye Fan, be careful!"

"when--"

Ye Fan did not dodge, he suddenly folded the saber with both hands, and it shattered into dozens of pieces with a click and ejected.

With a sharp and crisp sound, all the embroidery needles were hit by fragments and fell to the ground.

"Boy..."

The kind old woman was about to speak, and the next moment, a ray of sword light rose into the sky.

Ye Fan arrived in a flash.

The kind old woman's face suddenly changed suddenly, and she instinctively wanted to sweep her crutch upwards.

However, the action stopped just halfway.

"laugh!"

In the horrified look of the kind old woman, the fish intestine sword was pressed against her throat.

"you lose!"

Ye Fan looked at the old woman and spoke calmly.

Three simple words, but the kind old woman's body was shaken, and all her strength and fighting spirit disappeared like a tide.

There was still a hint of loneliness on her face.

Losing means not only losing your life, but also losing a lifetime of glory...

She raised her head and looked at Ye Fan, and smiled kindly: "I lost. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Wuyixiang really shouldn't take your order."

Ye Fan sighed: "It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world."

"Too!"

The kind old woman nodded gently: "If there was a regret medicine, there would probably be no winners or losers in this world."

"But I lost, and you didn't win either."

She whispered: "You will also lose a lot."

Ye Fan smiled: "Really?"

"I am dead, but there is another danger waiting for you."

The kind old woman looked up at the sky: "At this moment, Master Haizhu should have entered your Ye family..."
Chapter completed!