"Kill, kill, kill me!"

"Kill them all and capture Song Hongyan alive!"

When he heard the tone of Song Hongyan's mouth and saw her calmness, Yamamotoro's heart was instantly shocked.

He roared with a samurai sword: "Kill!"

Yamamotojiro felt something was wrong, but now there is no way out.

They were exposed.

Now that Song Hongyan is not captured, he will face Ye Tang's pursuit at dawn.

With Ye Tang's strength in Baocheng, let alone attacking Ye Fan, he would have no chance to escape from Baocheng.

Moreover, Song Hongyan was within reach. Her graceful figure and delicate face made him feel like poison, and her blood was filled with evil.

This made Yamamotojiro decide, whether there was an ambush or not, he would fight to the end.

At the same time, he was confident that he would take down Song Hongyan while she was in trouble.

After being aroused by Yamamotoro, eight cherry blossom killers screamed.

While following Yamamotoro, they charged forward, while holding up their samurai swords and fighting.

The Sakura Killer also had a hot look: "Kill, kill, kill!"

But the expected life-and-death didn't happen.

When Song's bodyguards flashed back and protected Song Hongyan, a white-haired old woman flew over from the kitchen.

The old woman has a thin figure and white hair, but her face is very delicate and her hands are extremely fair. She can be described as a childish and crane hair.

As soon as she stood up, a strong smell of blood suddenly soared into the sky.

A sudden terror flashed in the eyes of the eight chargers of Sakura Killers. Not only did they stop uncontrollably, but they also wanted to turn around and escape.

"Swoosh!"

Before the eight cherry blossom killers could react, the white-haired old woman had already come to them like a phantom.

A cherry blossom killer roared and slashed at her fiercely.

"Dangdangdang!"

The old white-haired woman did not dodge at all. She made a mistake with her hands, like a steel hand, and broke the samurai sword into three pieces.

Then punch with a light punch.

"puff!"

It was like being pressed down by a 10,000-ton water press, and the Sakura Killer's head exploded into a bloody mist.

The other seven killers were shocked to see this and subconsciously retreated.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

A cold but rapid movement sounded, and the white-haired old woman burst out eight fists, and all eight killers were blown off their heads with one punch.

Not only are they fierce and domineering, but they are also very fast. The eight killers have no chance to turn around and run away, let alone resist.

In a blink of an eye, eight headless corpses were added to the hall.

Torture kill! Torture killing unilaterally inhumane.

A bright red circle formed on the ground within a radius of five meters.

The ground was covered with blood.

The white-haired old woman stood proudly in the middle of the circle, like a god of killing staring at Yamamotojiro who stopped.

Everything returned to silence.

"You...you..." Yamamotoro yelled as he looked at the white-haired old woman with a wide eyes, "Who are you?"

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Yamamotojiro was both angry and shocked, and didn't even care about the mask falling on his face.

He originally thought that Song Hongyan was vulnerable, and it didn't make much sense to even ambush on all sides. After all, Song's bodyguards and Sakura Killer are not on the same level.

The lowest level of the Sakura Killer he brought tonight is the Xuan Realm Small Cult.

But unexpectedly, eight people joined forces to charge, but were punched by the white-haired old woman and blew up the head and died tragically.

This white-haired old woman is too scary.

Facing Yamamotoro's questioning, the white-haired old woman did not respond, but just stood there with her eyes down, as if she didn't want to pay attention to Yamamotoro.

At the same time, another sound of footsteps sounded outside.

More than a dozen cherry blossom killers surrounding the villa were also thrown in, and they were all killed by someone and lost their vitality.

Then, eight Song bodyguards blocked the door with shields and pointed at Yamamotojiro with guns in their hands.

Dugu Shang did not come in, but also blocked the main road.

The trend is over.

But compared to the despair in his eyes, Yamamotojiro wanted to know the origin of the white-haired old woman: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that you, Yamamoto, came to attack me."

Song Hongyan still didn't care about the blood in the hall and continued to work hard in the kitchen: "Yang Guowu League is afraid that I need an explanation to me."

Yamamoto's mouth was touched by the corner of his mouth, and then he touched his cheek and found that the mask had fallen off. However, he didn't care about it too much: "All my actions tonight have nothing to do with the Yangguo Martial Alliance, I want to avenge my old friend Chiba Zhenxiong."

Then he grinned again: "Song Hongyan, I really underestimate you. Not only can I take someone to attack tonight, but I also invite such a powerful expert to take charge."

In his eyes, Song Hongyan is just a businessman. She may have amazing connections in business, but fighting and killing must be no good at fighting and killing.

Now he saw it, he was out of sight.

"I'm not a god's calculator, of course I won't know that you're attacking tonight."

Song Hongyan maintained a calm smile: "It's just that I know I will have trouble these days, so I arranged a little more manpower to protect me."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I've been in Baocheng for so long. In fact, it's not you who are waiting for, but Ye Jincheng's people."

"I'm here in Baocheng, I must save some hearts for my man."

"It's a pity that you didn't wait for the people sent by the Ye family, but you can't help but come to your door."

She looked up at Yamamotojiro, with a hint of regret on her pretty face, as if she was not very satisfied with the big fish tonight.

Then, she put the prepared buns into the steamer, wondering if she would make some corn juice for Ye Fan.

"Are you waiting for Ye Bincheng?"

Yamamoto's face changed slightly: "Is your trap waiting for the Ye family?"

Song Hongyan smiled: "You Yamamoto is not worthy of my use of my zombie."

"My mother-in-law?"

Yamamotoro's eyelids twitched.

He felt like he had heard of this name somewhere, and his cold air was similar to the seventh elder of Tianshe.

"Okay, it's going to dawn, I'm going to have breakfast with Ye Fan."

Song Hongyan sighed quietly: "You can get on the road."

Yamamotojiro instantly tense up and shouted: "I want to kill me?

You have to fill it with your life!”

After saying that, he stepped on the floor, smashed the tiles, and then swept his left foot, and countless pieces flew everywhere.

The Song bodyguard instinctively avoided.

The shield was beaten and crackled.

In the dust rolling, Yamamotojiro waved his samurai sword and took advantage of the chaos to pounce on Song Hongyan.

But just as he rushed to the way, the zombie drifted over horizontally and blocked Yamamotojiro's hand.

She also slowly raised her white right hand.

The moment of life and death! "Kill--" Yamamoto Lang roared, the samurai sword turned, the sword light was lit up, and the thunder slashed at the zombie mother-in-law.

"Juhezhezhe!"

This samurai sword has a unique shape, with a blade edge of only ten centimeters and a handle of fifteen centimeters.

The blade, which was as white as water, shone with a strange light.
To be continued...