But all the attacks were calmly blocked by Ye Fan.

"kill!"

After another round of attacks and killings were ineffective, the eighteen monks jumped up almost at the same time.

They rushed to three meters high in the air, and their bodies suddenly stopped.

Time seems to stop.

Then, eighteen Zen sticks were intertwined, forming a net of knifes full of cold light, topped down, and pressed towards Ye Fan's head.

Eighteen people, each of them cut out at least eighteen sticks, and the attacks were naturally divided into order, but the speed was too fast, giving people the feeling that it was completed in one time.

"Happy, happy, let it go, I will be you."

Seeing that the eighteen people showed their skills to deal with him, Ye Fan also laughed loudly, raised his arms, and ran towards the sword.

"Bang!"

A loud bang passed over the platform, and then Meichuan Kuzi and the guests present saw that the six great monks were swept several meters away by Ye Fan.

Three others flew backwards under the platform, and blood was clearly spurted out along the way.

Then five people flew out and the Zen stick broke and fell to the ground.

The next second, Ye Fan bumped forward, and the four of them fell out of the air.

"flutter!"

Before they could cushion, Ye Fan rushed through them, with swords shining and screaming.

"Ahhhhhh"

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

Bleeding in the throat and losing vitality.

Ye Fan did not stop and shouted at Meichuan Kuzi:

"It's your turn"

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Chapter completed!