Extremely fast!
During the charge, the middle-aged warrior turned his fist and hit Zhuo Yiyi hard.
Many people present exclaimed: "Ah!"
They didn't expect the middle-aged warrior to be so agile.
Zhuo Yiyi still didn't move, she just stood there quietly, as if she was frightened by the other party.
"kill!"
Just when the middle-aged warrior roared and rushed to Zhuo Yiyi one and a half meters away, Zhuo Yiyi suddenly raised his head and focused his gaze.
With a bang, the sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed.
A sword thrust out.
When the sword thrust out, the entire space seemed to be torn apart, and a light-cold aura shook out.
The middle-aged samurai struck out a series of punches that were almost sonic booms, as if they were instantly suppressed by this sword.
The middle-aged warrior's expression changed drastically.
He felt that this sword could easily break through all his defenses.
He instinctively turned the wrist guard of his arm to block the sword thrust.
Xia Ziqi and the others also held their breath, wanting to see who was more domineering.
Only Ye Fanfeng Qingyundan took his mobile phone and sent out a few messages.
"when!"
The long sword collided hard with the arm guard, and the arm guard shattered instantly.
Inch after inch.
The long sword was as powerful as a rainbow, shattering all obstacles, sticking to the damaged arm guard, and stabbed the middle-aged warrior's chest fiercely.
"What?"
The middle-aged warrior's heart trembled, he moved his body, and quickly shot backwards.
"Whoosh——"
Zhuo Yiyi took a step forward gently.
The long sword exploded with a bang.
At this moment, the middle-aged warrior felt that his vision was filled with white light.
This sword carries infinite murderous intent.
And indestructible!
Xia Ziqi subconsciously shouted: "Mr. Abe, be careful!"
"flutter!"
Xia Ziqi didn't need to remind him that the middle-aged warrior also retreated with all his strength.
After only retreating two meters, he found blood spurting out in front of him and his consciousness froze.
When he regained consciousness, the sword in Zhuo Yiyi's hand had pierced his throat.
He crossed his arms to jam the blade of the sword, and it was also stuck on both sides of Zhuo Yiyi's neck, but he didn't have the slightest strength to kill the killer.
The middle-aged warrior could only see Zhuo Yiyi's autumn-like eyes and an emotionless face.
He is aggrieved, angry, and unwilling, but the outcome cannot be changed.
"ah--"
A muffled groan came from the middle-aged warrior's mouth, and then he staggered a few times and fell heavily to the ground.
The blood spurting from his throat was three feet high.
The middle-aged warrior's eyes widened with endless pain and unwillingness.
He never thought that he would die under Zhuo Yiyi's sword in just one round.
Is the other party too powerful, or is he too incompetent?
In endless regret, the middle-aged samurai swallowed his last breath, then tilted his head and died.
"ah--"
The whole audience was shocked.
No one expected that the first battle would end with one sword strike.
Ye Fan looked at Xia Ziqi and smiled lightly: "Dean Xia, your people can't do it!"
"Your bodyguard fell, Abe is dead, it's time to hand him over."
"Otherwise Xia Shijie won't be able to save his hand!"
After saying that, Ye Fan cut off the thumb of Xia Shijie's other hand with another knife.
Xia Shijie howled again: "Ah——"
"you--"
Xia Ziqi almost vomited blood and wanted to shoot but finally held back. Ye Fan was too shameless and kept Xia Shijie in front of him.
"Son of a bitch, let me tell you, although you injured my bodyguard and killed Mr. Abe, it's not yet time for me to surrender."
"I still have a trump card!"
"Before I am convinced, you want to see Shen Xiaoxiao and dream!"
Then she turned to the bespectacled young man and shouted: "Come here, let me shoot the cloud-piercing arrows and summon the blood to kill the brothers of the fourth battalion!"
The bespectacled young man hurriedly advised: "Dean Xia, you must not do this, you must not do it."
"With one arrow shot out, thousands of troops will see it. The sword will not drink blood and will not be sheathed. Killing more than a thousand brothers in the four battalions with blood means that more than a thousand swords will drink blood."
"There's going to be a river of blood tonight."
The bespectacled young man pulled Xia Ziqi and shouted, "Dean Xia, think twice and give these wheelchair-bound losers a chance to commit suicide."
The general ceremony was coming soon, and he didn't want Xia Ziqi to be stained with too much blood, so as not to cause trouble to Xia Yanyang.
Xia Ziqi kicked the young man with glasses and shouted: "I have been humiliated tonight, how can I not wash it away with a river of blood? Someone, shoot an arrow."
A young man strode to the window, then reached out and pulled with his left hand.
Only three chirps were heard, and then three fireworks exploded in the sky.
Amidst the crackling, a red word 'Xia' is very conspicuous.
"It's over, it's over!"
The bespectacled young man slapped his thigh and shouted to Ye Fan: "Dean Xia is angry. You are going to die, and many innocent people are going to die too. You have killed people."
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Calling someone? Just in time, I have someone too!"
"Uncle Jin, call someone!"
Uncle Jin also clicked his watch and sent out a message.
Xia Ziqi laughed angrily when she saw this: "Ignorant boy, you are still pretending to be a ghost when you are about to die?"
"You broke into my venue, injured my brother, and killed Mr. Abe. You committed a heinous crime."
"You'd better hand over the prescription for terminal illness and then commit suicide to apologize, otherwise you'll be torn into pieces."
"Let me tell you, the Cloud Piercer Arrow has been released. Neither the Ax Merchant Guild, the Xia Kingdom Martial Alliance, nor the Ministry of Internal Affairs can save you."
She pointed her finger at Mark and roared: "I can't save you!"
"Okay, I'll wait here tonight and see how you kill me."
Ye Fan pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at Xia Ziqi and others with disdain.
This action made many guests present shake their heads, feeling that Ye Fan was too reckless to be pretentious at this time.
People have gone through the clouds and summoned thousands of troops. Instead of running away, they stayed and their brains were filled with water.
Xia Ziqi waved her hand: "Open the window, open the screen!"
Following her command, several windows in the hall were opened, allowing people to see the scene downstairs.
At the same time, the large screens on the high platform are also connected to the surveillance on the first floor, allowing people to see the conditions of each access channel.
At this moment, except for the more than 100 guests in the banquet hall, the guests of Haitian Hotel were being driven away by Xia's bodyguards.
The ground floor garden and parking lot quickly became empty.
"Woo——"
Just then, the deafening sound of engines rang out from the main road.
Then a series of snow-white car lights poured over, illuminating the Haitian Hotel as if it were daytime.
A convoy of one hundred dark green jeeps rumbled in from the main entrance of Haitian Hotel.
One hundred black Hummers roared in from the back door of the Haitian Hotel.
Then there were two loud bangs at the locked entrances on both sides of the Haitian Hotel, and the iron doors fell down.
One hundred commercial vehicles and one hundred nanny vans rushed in at the same time.
The four convoys were like four long knives against the entire Haitian Hotel, frightening several security personnel to retreat and avoid.
Then the car door opened with a bang, and more than 1,200 Xia clan elites in uniform uniforms appeared.
These were all those who had retired and been recruited from the army of soldiers commanded by Xia Yanyang.
The huge figure, the man-made gun, the snow-white lights, and the murderous intent soaring into the sky made the chill of the night dim a bit.
The next second, more than 1,200 people knelt down on one knee in front of Xia Ziqi who appeared on the window sill.
They were full of energy and said in unison:
"Xia Feng, a descendant of the Xia family, leads three hundred brothers from the Fengzi Camp to pay homage to Miss Xia!"
"Xia Lei, a descendant of the Xia family, leads three hundred brothers from the Thunder Camp to pay homage to Miss Xia!"
"Xia Yu, a descendant of the Xia family, leads three hundred brothers from the Yuzi camp to pay homage to Miss Xia!" "Xia Dian, a descendant of the Xia family, leads three hundred brothers from the Dian camp to pay homage to Miss Xia!"
