"Bang--" Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Jieyi stretched his body, retreated two meters, and kicked Ye Fan in the abdomen.

She escaped as cunningly as a vixen, and while wrapping her clothes, she flashed out a soft sword.

Ye Fan took a few steps back.

He never expected that the second uncle would do this trick.

Before Ye Fan could calm down, Lin Jieyi had already rushed over, like a bird entering his arms.

But the soft sword in his hand is as fierce as a poisonous snake.

"Swoosh--" Ye Fan did not dodge, and he bounced his left hand and a ray of light flashed away.

Lin Jieyi didn't see Ye Fan moving, and then his scalp became numb and dangerous.

She didn't even have any extra thoughts and she rolled out on the way.

But although she predicted in advance, her speed was still half a minute slower.

A touch of pain shone through her left ear and shot down the clips that tied her hair.

Lin Jieyi groaned and retreated two meters, and three thousand black hairs poured down, covering her face that was causing trouble to the country and the people.

At the same time, a wisp of blood dripped from her ears.

This made Lin Jieyi's eyes both shocked and angry and resentful.

But she quickly retracted and rushed towards the window like a meteor.

Lin Jieyi wanted to escape from the seventh floor through the window, not giving Ye Fan the chance to capture the king first, and then use the large number of people to keep him.

She knew that Ye Fan now had better chips than him.

Only by taking Ye Fan can we have an equal conversation and a chance to save Ye Xiaoying.

Ye Fan gave an order: "Finding the wolf! Hitting her!"

Miao Fenglang didn't say anything nonsense. He moved his feet and approached Lin Jie's clothes like a cannonball.

Several Lin guards subconsciously blocked them, but they didn't even have their weapons raised and were hit by Miao Fenglang and fell and flew out.

One by one, they fell to the wall, and they spit out a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma.

Miao Fenglang didn't even look at it, and his momentum continued to approach Lin Jieyi.

The fist also drew an arc.

The Lin gunman wanted to shoot, but the two of them were too close to each other and could easily be injured by accident.

Lin Qiaoer also shouted: "Don't shoot!"

She was also worried that these guns would be shot over and killed with Lin untied clothes.

The master of the Lin family rushed up, and Ye Fan chuckled and blocked him.

Instead of using a sword or punching, he picked up a marble table.

Sweep, sweep, sweep again.

The table weighing more than 100 pounds whistling like a toy, drawing arcs that are visible to the naked eye.

This forced Lin Qiaoer and his group to get closer.

Anyone can feel that once Ye Fan swept him, he will definitely spit blood and fall to the ground.

At this moment, the movements around did not affect Miao Fenglang at all.

"Swoosh swish swish swish-" The movement of the fist was still like flowing clouds, like a stroke of magic, as fast as lightning.

A punch from the air seemed to be right in front of you.

Lin Jieyi could feel Miao Fenglang's domineering behavior. She rushed out a few meters and had to look back.

Otherwise, before she could break out of the window, she would be beaten by Miao Fenglang and then fall down with a dead end.

Facing Miao Fenglang rushing over like a wolf and a tiger, Lin Jieyi had a hint of surprise on his pretty face.

Ye Fan really has a capable person in his hands.

Miao Fenglang is simply a human-shaped tank! However, Lin Jieyi is not an ordinary person after all. While he was exploding, he blocked his long sword in his hand.

"when!"

The fist slashed hard on the long sword, and the violent energy overflowed wildly, and the sound shook the moonlight tower.

Lin Jieyi jumped up and retreated, and was slashed to the ground by Miao Fenglang's punch.

"Bang!"

Under the slender legs, the floor was like tempered glass suddenly shattering, cracking countless gaps.

The next moment, as her feet sank, the fragments kept sputtering, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Lin Qiaoer and the others subconsciously narrowed their eyes.

In the field of vision, the figures of the two became hazy.

Lin Qiaoer shouted: "Madam, be careful!"

"Swoosh!"

At this moment, Lin Jieyi was moving his feet out.

The bounced Miao Fenglang approached and slashed his fist again.

These two attacks were like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the beastly aura of Miao Fenglang could be felt throughout the audience.

"Bang!"

The cracked floor flew away sand and stones again, rolling up countless broken wood and stones.

Lin Jieyi and Miao Fenglang were completely covered in dust.

Several gunmen put their fingers on the trigger twice, but finally let go.

If you are not sure of killing Miao Fenglang, you might kill Lin Jieyi.

Moreover, the marble table that Ye Fan swept over made them unable to aim and shoot.

"boom!!"

A figure broke through the dust and hit Lin Jieyi again. It was the lively Miao Fenglang.

Too strong! It can be said that with Miao Fenglang's attack speed just now, even if he is not killed on the spot, he will be seriously injured.

Ye Fan swept a scene, his face was light and calm, but he was still very surprised.

He knew that Miao Fenglang's two punches were a thunder attack just now, and he had almost 80% of his skills.

But unexpectedly, Lin Jieyi took it over.

It can be seen how solid the second uncle's cultivation and foundation are.

"Swoosh!"

Seeing Miao Fenglang pounce on him again, Lin Jieyi shouted and soared into the air.

Passiveness turned into initiative, she swung a sword at Miao Fenglang.

The long sword rushed straight towards Miao Fenglang like a laser beam.

This sword has a huge murderous intent and cannot be underestimated.

But Miao Fenglang did not hide at all.

"kill!"

The light in his eyes burst out, Miao Fenglang rubbed his feet, and his right arm was pushed out horizontally.

"when!"

The arms collided fiercely with the sword, but the two did not separate immediately.

Miao Fenglang pressed all his strength and pressed Lin Jieyi's long sword tightly.

"flutter!"

Miao Fenglang smiled coldly.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Lin Jieyi's mouth.

Three thousand black hairs fluttered in the cold wind, and the beautiful face turned red.

Her pretty face showed an incredible expression.

She didn't seem to have expected Miao Fenglang to hurt her, and then her whole body slid backwards.

Miao Fenglang also took two steps back.

"when!"

While Miao Fenglang stood firm, Lin Jieyi also endured the pain and stopped.

The soft sword in her hand made a crisp sound, and then a lighter in her hand broke into two pieces.
To be continued...