After Zhao Yufan disappeared, the servant who fell on the ground roared.
His voice was like a duck quacking, and he instantly called everyone in the mansion out.
Hearing that an outsider had broken into the mansion, the servants and guards of the entire mansion began to scan.
At the same time, someone immediately reported the situation to the fourth master who was handling matters outside.
Zhao Yufan walked openly and openly, and ordinary servants did not dare to stop him.
Even those who had the courage to stop him were punched to the ground by him.
But soon, the guards of the mansion appeared.
They were all intermediate and high-level warriors.
This made the road ahead of Zhao Yufan difficult, but it was only difficult and did not prevent him from moving forward.
More than a hundred guards held weapons and stared at Zhao Yufan closely, each with a fierce look on his face, hoping to capture Zhao Yufan and receive the favor and reward of the Fourth Master.
As long as he was favored by the Fourth Master, it would be equal to glory and wealth.
However, as the guards fell one by one, the other guards finally did not dare to step forward.
They could only surround Zhao Yufan and watch nervously as he moved forward step by step.
From time to time, a guard would rush forward, trying to sneak attack Zhao Yufan, but unfortunately he would either kick him away or knock him out with a punch.
Wherever he passed, the fainted bodies of the guards in black were everywhere.
Suddenly, a group of people appeared behind the guards.
There were only a dozen people in this group, but they were all full of arrogance and arrogance.
When the surrounding guards saw them, they all gave way to a path.
Looking at the dozen people blocking the way in front of him, Zhao Yufan's calm eyes suddenly became sharp.
The group of people in front of him were all Martial Lords.
He was not afraid of a dozen Martial Lords, but ten Martial Lords were enough to stop him for a while.
Now Time is too important to him.
If he delays for one second, Hanbingyue will be in danger for another second.
Besides, there must be masters in the mansion.
When the real masters come, it will be even more difficult to leave.
There was a flash of light from the sword in his hand.
Zhao Yufan tightened his grip on the sword and solemnly said: "Get out."
As he spoke, he had already drawn his sword.
This sword is what everyone in the Zimang Empire calls the strongest sword, and represents Zhao Yufan's strongest strength.
His sword did not kill anyone, but it hurt someone.
A bloodstain appeared on the injured Lord Wu's neck, and blood slowly overflowed from the bloodstain, like a red line, which was particularly dazzling.
The injured warrior's eyes almost bulged out.
He was so frightened that he took a few steps back and did not dare to step forward.
His movement was like a strong wind, causing others to take a few steps back in fear and distance themselves from Zhao Yufan.
Zhao Yufan continued to move forward, and more than a dozen Martial Lords kept retreating.
The sword just now was too weird, and they did not dare to attack rashly.
Zhao Yufan was merciful just now, but no one knew whether he would be able to attack when he used the sword again.
Will be just as merciful.
"Zhao Yufan, this is the fourth master's residence.
You dare to break in here, but you know the consequences."
A Wujun stepped back and warned sternly.
The knife in his hand trembled slightly.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and he couldn't help but increase his retreat.
The pace behind.
Zhao Yufan was speechless.
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He walked quickly towards the central attic, his expression full of anxiety.
"Come up."
A Martial Lord ordered the surrounding guards.
The guards looked at each other, held their weapons tightly, and moved forward slowly.
Gradually, the encirclement shrank smaller and smaller, until only two meters of space was left for Zhao Yufan.
As a Martial Lord took action, the guards at the front also raised their weapons.
Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, Zhao Yufan's sword was like a poisonous snake, swimming among the people.
The splashing blood was like raindrops.
The shining weapon flew into the sky and then fell.
The whole mansion resounded with the wails of the guards.
When other strong people are surrounded by weak people, they kill ten people in one move, but Zhao Yufan injures ten people in one move.
He does not want to kill people.
For him, killing is not necessary unless it is a last resort.
In his mind, there is always a need.
A kind of morality is restraining.
The guards seemed to realize that Zhao Yufan did not dare to kill, so their courage immediately increased a lot.
However, they did not know that it was not that Zhao Yufan did not dare to kill, but that he did not want to kill.
The cold light of the iron sword in his hand flashed, and Zhao Yufan swept around in a circle, forcing the guards back.
He immediately tapped the ground with his toes, flew up suddenly, and went straight to the attic not far away.
Seeing Zhao Yufan trying to break into the attic, the expressions of more than a dozen Martial Lords changed drastically, and they chased after him without caring about life or death.
The attic is the fourth master's attic, and the fourth master does not allow anyone to enter there.
If someone breaks into the attic, they must die.
As a guard, if you do not guard the attic, you will end up with the same fate as the person who broke into the attic.
He will also die.
Seeing Wu Jun chasing behind him, Zhao Yufan smiled coldly.
There were more than a dozen flying knives in his right hand.
He threw his right arm back, and the dozen or so flying knives formed an upward fan shape.
With a cold light, they rushed towards the chasing people behind.
Wu Jun.
The warriors all fled one after another, and the flying knife fell into the bright sky, turned into a bright spot, and disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, Zhao Yufan also disappeared.
Seeing Zhao Yufan disappear, more than a dozen Wu Jun looked at each other and secretly said something bad.
One of them roared: "It's over, he entered the attic."
There are also guards in the central attic.
To be precise, they are death warriors.
They are the people whom Fourth Master trusts the most.
They can die for Fourth Master anytime and anywhere.
They are also a sharp blade that Fourth Master has committed many evil deeds and killed countless people.
As soon as Zhao Yufan stepped into the attic, two bright daggers stabbed his prisoner's vitals.
He looked solemn and took a step back.
At the same time, he performed a move called Qingyun Tail Swing and stabbed out with a sword.
The two dead soldiers fell to the ground seriously injured.
Immediately afterwards, on the second floor of the attic, a dozen dead men in black jumped down.
They were uniformly dressed, and they all held daggers coated with poison.
The daggers emitted wisps of green light in the dim attic, like hungry people.
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The wolf's eyes are bloodthirsty and cold.
The black shadow moved and instantly surrounded Zhao Yufan.
Apart from the faint black shadow, only daggers with green light could be seen.
These dead warriors are all martial lords.
Compared with the martial lords outside, they are stronger, more ruthless, and less afraid of death.
However, these advantages are not enough to put Zhao Yufan into crisis.
Zhao Yufan looked around and finally found the location of the study.
With a flick of his wrist and a flash of cold light, his sword quickly thrust out.
With one strike, the two dead soldiers were seriously injured instantly.
At the same time, the daggers of other dead soldiers, They also stabbed Zhao Yufan one after another.
Zhao Yufan frowned and dodged the attack, swinging the sword in his hand continuously.
The dead soldiers fell one after another, but no one was afraid.
They still took advantage of the death of their companions to give the enemy in front of them a fatal blow.
Unfortunately, they met Zhao Yufan.
The dead soldiers who could not afford to be seriously injured looked at Zhao Yufan with murderous eyes.
As long as they had a little strength, they would kill him without hesitation, but now they didn't even have a little strength, let alone attack.
Pushing open the study room, Zhao Yufan quickly walked to the bookshelf, found the miscellany, and pushed it inside.
There was a "creak" behind him, and the wall behind him slowly moved to the right.
As the wall moved, The entrance to a dark underground secret room appeared in front of you.
Looking at the dark passage, Zhao Yufan's heart tightened and he held the sword in his hand tighter
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