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Ye Fan said lightly: "Why don't you tell yourself not to be impulsive when you swallow my Jade Buddha of Peace?"

Master Mandala shouted: "What else do you want to kill so many people?"

Ye Fan whispered: "You chief appraiser, your hands are so dark, keeping them will only harm people."

After saying that, he used a backhand sword.

With a sound of thrust, Master Mandala's right arm flew out and blood sprayed out.

Master Mandala screamed repeatedly, his expression was crazy and extremely angry.

He didn't expect Ye Fan to cut his arm with one knife. It was too fierce and cruel.

He subconsciously retreated and wanted to hide in the chapel.

Just withdrew three or five meters, Ye Fan stabbed his calf with a sword.

Master Mandala fell to the ground with a plop, and another irrepressible wail.

Ye Fan slowly stepped forward: "The Jade Buddha of Peace has not returned me, and the matter has not been explained to me. It is not so easy to leave."

"Damn it, who made you hurt Master Mandala?"

Almost at the same time, a roar of thunder came out of the church loft.

Then an old foreigner dressed in a pastor leaped out.

He fell to the ground like a cannonball, and fell in front of Ye Fan and shouted:

"Boy, you are tired of living in Yuanmingzhai."

"I want to save you."

He took out a scripture with his backhand and then slapped his hands.

The scriptures suddenly flew out dozens of pieces of paper, extremely sharp, pouring towards Ye Fan like snowflakes.

Shen Siyuan couldn't help but shout: "This is the priest's celestial girl scattering flowers, be careful!"

As soon as the warning sound was heard, Ye Fan arched his body and then suddenly shook.

With a bang, all the scriptures that poured out of the past collapsed into pieces.

It was as snowing as if it was snowing.

The foreign old man's face changed: "Boy, I'm a little..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan's body flashed and he rushed forward.

One punch.

Destroy and destroy.

The foreign old man's eyelids twitched, and his cross was lying on his chest, trying to destroy Ye Fan's fist.

But when the cross touched Ye Fan's fist, it instantly shattered and shot.

The foreign old man was shocked and retreated repeatedly.

But he was quicker, Ye Fan was faster. When he retreated halfway, Ye Fan had already come to him.

The fist hit him in the face like a rainbow.

With a bang, the foreign old man's head burst and he fell straight in the garden.

He opened his eyes wide and died on the spot.

Ye Fan blew his fist and said lightly: "Get out and talk."

"Bastard, he's really lawless!"

Another woman's voice was furious, with endless murderous intent.

Before the other party could appear, Ye Fan swirled his body and shot out with a sword.

With a thud, a black-clothed woman who flew into the air behind her back was like a bird with broken wings falling.

A bloody hole was penetrated by the fish intestine sword in his throat.

Before the woman in black could bear it to fall to the ground, Ye Fan rushed over and grabbed the samurai sword in her hand.

Then he shook his samurai sword without looking back.

The samurai sword was shot at the chapel with a whoosh.

Another scream, another woman in gray was covered in grey and fell half a meter away from Ye Fan.

She held the samurai sword tightly in her hand, and the tip of the knife was only an inch from Ye Fan's head.

The two women were staring at Ye Fan, as if they didn't expect Ye Fan to catch their voices.

But Ye Fan didn't even look at them, and grabbed two samurai swords and flew in a row.

Two camouflage gunmen in camouflage uniforms fell from the commanding heights.

"you--"

Master Mandala did not expect Ye Fan to kill so many masters in Yuanmingzhai.

He squeezed out: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused?"

"Click!"

Ye Fan did not talk nonsense, picked up the Yuyan Sword, and then stepped on Master Mandala's left leg with one foot.
Chapter completed!