The person carrying Ye Weilan was extremely fast, and Ye Yan chased her hard. Her pure pupils stared at the shadow in front of her, cold and sharp, and she was cold and sharp, and two sharp blades rushed towards her.

Killing intent emerged from the sideways on both sides. Ye Yan leaned back with a short body. The woman's slender body was extremely flexible. She lay on the ground, avoiding the consequences of being cut off her throat.

The cold blade slashed down with a cold wind, Ye Yan raised his sword to greet him, and the sharp blades fought and sparked sparks.

The person above saw her appearance clearly and suddenly said "huh". In this mischievous time, Ye Yan swept over his lower plate. The man was unstable and fell down. He reacted very quickly, and the gun in his hand shot at her continuously.

He thought Ye Yan would dodge, but she didn't expect that she would not dodge, but just turned her head to dodge a bullet shot on her face, and the other two bullets, one ingested her arm and the other shot on her shoulder.

Blood splattered out.

The man's body fell heavily to the ground. Before he could stand up, the woman lying on the ground opposite him jumped up like a leopard. The knife in her hand crossed and cut off his legs fiercely.

The man let out a scream. When the scream sounded, Ye Yan had already lay on him. The woman's pure pupils were covered with cold murderous aura. Her fair face and neck were stained with blood, and she looked extremely terrifying.

Ye Yan raised his fist and smashed it hard. Through the black mask, the man's face almost changed.

Ye Yan sacked his arm again and made sure that he had no threat. She stood up and looked at the dark passage. After a while of delay, Ye Weilan's shadow was gone.

A trace of hostility flashed in Ye Yan's eyes. She stared at the person under her feet, peeled off his mask with the tip of her shoe, revealing an ordinary face, thrown into the crowd and couldn't see it: "Where did you take her?"

The man was whispering on the ground, looking at her with resentment, without saying a word.

Ye Yan's ten-centimeter-high high heels stepped on his heart position, and he went deeper little by little. The sharp heels pierced the skin, and the woman's tone was cool: "I don't have much patience, this is your last chance."

The tip of the shoe is still penetrated deep, seeping into the major artery from the skin, punctured blood vessels, and reaching the edge of the heart...

This feeling of feeling the approaching death little by little can drive people crazy, and the person's eyes finally showed fear: "It's the Great Elder and the others... want her blood..."

Ye Yan leaned over and wiped his neck neatly.

Suddenly a strong wind came from behind him. Ye Yan did not turn around. The gun in his hand shot backwards, and the bullet hit the wall, making a "bang bang" sound.

Then, return to peace.

Ye Yan turned around, his eyes swept around with a cold look. A corpse was lying on the ground, and there was no place to hide people around.

She let out a slight breath, and suddenly felt a pain behind her neck. Ye Yan widened her eyes and fell softly to the ground.

In the dark space, a sharp blade refracted the cold light and slowly approached.

………

Ye Weilan was carried forward all the way, twisting and twisting in the tunnel. After the man passed through a place, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped on a position beside his foot.

In an instant, the tunnel behind him collapsed along the road and was blocked by mud and stones, blocking the possibility of human tracking.

He ran forward for another period and finally entered a basement.
Chapter completed!