Yuan Qingyi drew out the long sword with his back hand and pointed forward.

The sword tip Fenghan instantly forced the five thousand Buddhist doctors with a strong aura.

Thirty Buddhist doctors fell in pools of blood, and one of them was nailed to death by Yuan Qingyi's sword.

The methods are bloody and cruel but have endless deterrent power.

The Buddhist doctors at the door were all like ducks strangled by someone, and they had difficulty breathing.

They didn't know where Ye Fan got the confidence, so they dared to kill people in public.

You know, this is at the gate of the Shenzhou Medical Alliance, and there are many foreign journalists nearby.

Moreover, using killing means to suppress everyone is probably the first time in history.

But no matter how shocked or disbelieved, the Fan Doctor who was originally like a boiling oil pan calmed down.

No one dares to charge forward to the Medical Alliance Building again.

No one dared to shout and beat Ye Fan to death to rescue Vandans.

Vandans was also a little more solemn, and he was a little surprised that Ye Fan dared to take such a ruthless move.

Ye Fan's figure reappeared on the seventh floor, and his voice resounded throughout the medical league open space:

"There are twenty minutes left. If you don't leave, you will never be able to leave."

Ye Fan's tone was indifferent: "You should do it yourself."

Yuan Qingyi held the long sword and stepped forward step by step, with a cold expression and a hot sword.

She was forced toward the Fan Doctor like a ball of fire.

The five thousand Buddhist doctors retreated subconsciously.

One person retreated, ten people retreated, and everyone retreated.

The footsteps of the Buddhist doctor retreating rustled, like a millipede crawling in the desert.
Chapter completed!