Seeing Long Yixiao holding the child full of helplessness, Yi Fan was afraid that he would talk nonsense again, so he rolled his eyes at him and said: "Look at the child, stop talking nonsense with me."
"I..." Long Yixiao hesitated. As a businessman, he is used to being pretentious. He was not like this before he became a shopkeeper.
Yi Fan called out [Zhong Gang], held two swords in his hands, suddenly turned back to look at Long Yixiao, and asked: "By the way, do you know where Yan Tieying is?"
Long Yixiao didn't dare to neglect, nodded and said: "I saw him and our boss fighting all the way to North Street."
Finally having a decent answer, Yi Fan nodded, stared at the scarred man, and asked: "But is it true?"
"So what if it is? So what if it's not?" In the style of a hermit army, the scarred man raised his chin and looked down upon Yi Fan.
Yi Fan's eyes were dull, he waved his hand, smiled at Long Yi and said: "Okay, you have nothing to do here, take the child and leave."
From this, it is clear that Yi Fan wants to fight the scarred man alone, but there is a big difference between a person who is at the beginning of mortal transformation and a person who is at the third level of living beings. How can Long Yixiao rest assured?
Hearing this, the scarred man couldn't hide his smile: "Long Yixiao, your walking is in vain, so don't waste your time. Otherwise, you can go together."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Fan threw out the [Tomb Gang], his whole body turned into a mad dragon, the green sword burst out with dazzling light, and he aimed a sword at the heart of the big man.
The scarred man smiled disdainfully and swung his sword to open it easily. There was a clang sound and the swords faced each other. Yi Fan took advantage of the situation and threw the [Wood Tree] into the sky again. At this moment, the big man suddenly changed his face. His strength was clearly far superior.
Yi Fan, however, jumped back.
A huge black sword fell on his head. Yi Fan kicked the sword and used the force to slash upwards. The big man was caught off guard, and sparks shot up from the breath wall, making a harsh cutting sound.
Click~~
The big man with the scar was startled. Fortunately, there was a huge difference in strength between the two sides. Otherwise, he would never have been able to avoid this blow. However, there was no doubt that the big man had nothing to lose when they faced each other. He was not at a disadvantage, but he had already taken advantage of him.
Yi Fan held on tightly.
After the upper cut, there was a horizontal slash. Just when the big man was about to counterattack, a long green sword in the sky fell rapidly. The big man immediately gave up the attack and hurriedly dodged.
However, Yi Fan did not throw his sword this time. Instead, he held both swords and whipped wildly. The sword was domineering and the offensive was overwhelming. Although he could not break the opponent's breath wall, the big man had no room for counterattack. He wanted to block every blow with his big sword.
Attacking seems to be very difficult.
The scarred man was shocked. His initial contempt gradually began to take it seriously, and then turned into a deep reluctance. He thought to himself: "What kind of swordsmanship is this? How can a mere mortal have such martial arts?"
Long Yixiao, who had not left yet, was coaxing his children to watch the show, but he couldn't figure it out in his heart: "Without repeated practice, it would be impossible to be so smooth. The two swords complement each other, just like fighting two enemies. Although it is not fast,
But he was unexpected, and his moves were spicy and domineering, but it was a pity that his strength was a little weak."
Puff puff puff...
After the three swords hit one spot in a row, Yi Fan circled around and struck with the sword's head. There was a 'pop' sound, and a crack appeared on the breath wall. The man with the scar was surprised when he saw this, and turned his breath sharply. The crack was visible to the naked eye.
The speed is healing.
After a series of blows, Yi Fan finally managed to win, and of course he would not let go of this opportunity: "Break!" He stabbed out his sword and shouted loudly.
The breath wall of the third level of living beings is extraordinary. After several attacks, it is still as strong as steel.
"Break it for me."
Suddenly there was a 'click' sound, and the tip of the sword was not even close to being penetrated. The scarred man gritted his teeth ferociously: "So what if my breath wall is broken, you are still going to die." As he said that, he slashed out with the sword.
After a long period of hard work, there was finally some effect. Yi Fan was overjoyed, but he was also careless and took the big man's knife seriously.
After being slashed and flying out, Yi Fan spat out three large mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground in pain. He subconsciously wiped his chest and found that it was dry and his clothes were not damaged at all.
Long Yixiao was well-informed and knew immediately that the dress was a great treasure.
The scarred man thought that Yi Fan was dead now, but he didn't expect that the other party only spurted blood and was not killed on the spot. How could it be possible for a person who was just at the beginning of metamorphosis? The man asked himself, but he didn't hold back just now.
Yi Fan was greatly surprised. He felt that his body was indeed injured, but it was not a knife wound. Thinking about it carefully, Yi Fan laughed inexplicably. It seemed that the transparent silk dress was really not an ordinary thing.
The attack received turned into a shock.
In this way, being cut with a knife is the same as being hit with a stick. Although it will hurt and hurt, it is much better to eat a stick than to eat a knife. At least there will be no bleeding, and naturally there is no worry about blood loss.
Yi Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and became more confident, and said to the scarred man: "Just now you gave someone a choice, now I bet with you, if Yan Tieying is willing to cut off one of his arms for you, I will spare your life. If
If he doesn't want to, then I will destroy your hands."
Even though Yi Fan's martial arts skills are astonishing, how can a creature bow to Sheofan? It's good to be able to take him seriously. The scarred man smiled and said: "Arrogant, I'll see how you can destroy my hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Fan threw out his two swords and attacked again. Fighting hard with his bare hands, he cleverly led the big man to the place where the sword fell. As soon as he took the sword, he struck twice with the whip and four strikes with the two swords.
The cracks appeared in an instant.
In fact, the reason Yi Fan said those words was not to provoke him, but to make the other party despise him again, thus developing the mentality of underestimating the enemy.
The crack appeared, and Yi Fan's goal was halfway accomplished. Just when the big man came back to his senses and saw Yi Fan's motives, everything was too late. [Muhu] was lightly thrown out, and the place where it fell happened to pass through the crack. Yi Fan caught it in time
He took advantage of the opportunity and swung his giant sword horizontally, hitting not the big man but the head of the educated youth sword.
The giant sword is like a hammer, and the green sword is like nails.
There was a "pop" sound, and the green sword was half submerged. At the same time, the giant sword was thrown out. Yi Fan ignored it and allowed the big man to fend off the giant sword at will. He leaped forward, his eyes locked on the green sword, and he held the [木杺] in his hand.
], Yi Fan's goal was also accomplished.
"Sword Controlling Technique - Sword Controlling a Prairie Fire."
Ten Thousand Swords shattered the Divine Breath Wall in an instant. Yi Fan made a decisive move and cut off two of the opponent's fingers. He said calmly: "If I can take away your two fingers, I can cripple your arms." Then he circled around and hit the sword head on the opponent's body.
The opponent was hit on the back of the head and knocked unconscious immediately.
Seeing this scene, Long Yixiao was so dumbfounded that he almost threw the child to the ground. Can a first-level metamorphosis really defeat a living being? This is like being defeated by an injured child.
Long Yixiao couldn't believe his eyes at all, but the fact was right in front of him, and he couldn't help but not believe it. 'Gulu' swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the fear on his face looked a bit ferocious, and after a while he recovered and murmured two words: monster.
Yi Fan met his eyes for a moment, with a look on his face that seemed to be asking him: Why are you still here?
"While watching the show, there are countless people in Longshan waiting to be rescued. You also have many brothers who are in trouble. Hey! Is it good to watch?" Yi Fan rolled his eyes at him.
Long Yixiao was stunned. Seeing him dragging the scarred man, he couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you kill him, Master?"
Yi Fan didn't have time to pay attention, so he simply said two words: "Guess!" Then he turned around and left, running towards North Street.
The reason why he didn't kill the scarred man was because he had made a bet before. Although it wasn't very important, Yi Fan was not a person who talked nonsense. He also wanted to see how Yan Tieying would view this matter.
All the way to North Street, no one was seen yet. The battle ahead was fierce and explosive. Yi Fan looked at the horizon and murmured: "Duel between Wang Yin?"
Judging from the momentum ahead, it was definitely not a sensation that could be created by those in the living realm. Yi Fan had never seen a showdown between powerful beings above living creatures, so he was inevitably a little excited. Although in Ghost Lantern City, he 'himself' had fought against the emperor.
Zong Da Neng Yi worked with hoeing for three days and three nights, but these events are not in Yi Fan's memory.
Yi Fan excitedly dragged the scarred man closer and saw that Long Chengyuan and Yan Tieying were fighting fiercely, evenly matched. Both of them were panting and their breaths were erratic. It seemed that they had been fighting for some time.
After many difficulties, he finally saw Yan Tieying. The reason why Yi Fan kept asking about his whereabouts was to capture the thief first. At this moment, there were many thieves causing trouble everywhere. If the thief king was not captured, how could he stop the tragedy from spreading?
?
Yi Fan slapped the scarred man awake with two slaps, pointed at Yan Tieying, and shouted: "Yan Tieying, I had a bet with one of your men. If you are willing to cut off one of your arms for him, I will spare his life. How about that?"
The scarred man was held to his neck with a sword, and he said bitterly: "Boss."
Following this, the two stopped for a while. Yan Tieying was quite surprised, ignored the big man, looked at Yi Fan and said, "What are you doing?"
Long Chengyuan was moved: "Master Wu, this is not the place you should be, leave quickly."
Yi Fan was too lazy to pay attention. Everyone in Qianlong Hall who saw him along the way wanted to drive him away as soon as possible. Yi Fan was a little tired and just ignored it. He responded to Yan Tieying's words: "Many people on this road called me to do something."
Monster, huh? Why should I answer you first, do you want the lives of your men?"
Yan Tieying half-squinted his eyes, looked at the scarred man, and said coldly: "Don't get in the way." Then he punched out of thin air, and a powerful energy flew out of his fist.
Long Chengyuan didn't have time to stop him. Yi Fan jumped away when he saw the opponent's attack. However, Yan Tieying's fist was not aimed at Yi Fan, but hit the scarred man directly on the forehead.
With one blow, Bai Huahua's brains flew out like fireworks.
Yi Fan was shocked. He didn't expect that the King of Thieves was cruel enough. He treated the lives of his subordinates just like garbage. He would call them here and there, but when his life was handed over to him, he would treat it like a persimmon without even blinking.
one time.
After that, Yan Tieying seemed determined to compete with Long Chengyuan, and the two suddenly fought together again.
He originally wanted to capture the thief first, but it was so difficult for Yi Fanguang to deal with the third level creatures, so how could he face the mighty King Seal? After thinking about it again, he decided to look for an opportunity to take action on the sidelines.
After a long time, the disputes seemed to subside. Experts from both sides gathered in unison. The two sides were extremely jealous when they met. However, due to the fact that this was the battlefield between the two masters, everyone only dared to watch the battle and did not dare to take action on their own.
Yi Fan looked at Long Yixiao, who was still coaxing the child, and asked: "How many masters of Qianlong Hall are still alive? Have you counted them?"
Long Yixiao let out a long sigh: "Less than forty."
Yi Fan had no sympathy and rolled his eyes lazily: "With your strength, you can only watch three or four scenes at least. It's a pity..."
Long Yixiao was at a loss for words. He was unable to refute and did not dare to refute: "Master Wu taught you a lesson, eh~"
Yi Fan seemed a little bored and asked again: "It's been an hour since I came here. How long will they continue to fight?"
"There are only three outcomes: one is that someone dies, the other is that someone admits defeat, and the third is that they fight and leave." Long Yixiao simply explained: "But in my opinion, after half an hour, if the winner has not been decided yet,
It should just be fighting and arguing. After all, among the people brought by the Hermit Army this time, less than a hundred people survived, and more than 60% of the masters were lost. If the Hermit Army really wanted to make trouble to the death, it would not be able to make any trouble.
Here we are, the current situation is in favor of our Qianlong Hall."
Yi Fan nodded: "I'll go back first if that's the case. Please be more careful about the people's affairs." For some reason, it seems that Yi Fan is used to being misunderstood. Everyone in Qianlong Hall talks down to him, making him talk.
They are a bit arrogant, and they really have the air of a young man.