Biting murderous intent permeated the surroundings.
Pan Danfeng obediently got up from Chen Feiyu's arms and walked behind him. Seeing Fan Zhesheng's regretful and panicked look, she felt relieved.
Fan Zhesheng knew very well that even in his heyday, he was no match for Chen Feiyu. What's more, now that he was injured by Chen Feiyu and his whole arm was about to fall off, he was no match for Chen Feiyu. If he fought with Chen Feiyu like this, there would be only death.
Escape, must escape!
Although he may encounter a dragon if he runs backwards, and he has no elixir recipe and has no way to escape from the secret realm, the most important thing now is to escape from Chen Feiyu's sword first!
Fan Zhesheng's eyes flashed sharply, and he suddenly shot a palm in the air, sending a surging inner energy towards Chen Feiyu, and at the same time he quickly jumped back.
"How can a mere palm power stop me?" Chen Feiyu's cold voice came, Long Yuan Sword condensed a dazzling purple sword light, easily shattered the incoming palm power, and rushed towards Fan Zhesheng at an extremely fast speed.
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Fan Zhesheng frowned slightly and tapped his toes on the ground. He heard a "click" and the ground suddenly shattered. Dozens of tiny stones bounced off the ground, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air and flying towards Chen Feiyu.
Of course, Chen Feiyu couldn't stop Chen Feiyu with his trivial skills. With a flick of his wrist, he swung a huge purple sword light forward again, carrying a powerful and boundless sword intent.
After exhaustion, the purple sword light continued to slash towards Fan Zhesheng.
Fan Zhesheng, as a veteran "Late Soul Concentration" strongman, has his own extraordinary qualities. Seeing the sword light coming, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, temporarily increased his potential, circulated all his true energy, and flicked out a burst of energy from his fingers to hit the sword light.
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Chen Feiyu was shocked, the sword light suddenly collapsed, and the whole person was shocked and took two steps back. He couldn't help but feel horrified in his heart, why did Fan Zhesheng suddenly become so powerful?
Fan Zhesheng's mouth was bleeding, Yintang was defeated, and his eyes were scary. He had just bitten the tip of his tongue and worked hard to temporarily improve his skills. Although he successfully defeated Chen Feiyu, he had spent at least ten years of his life, and might have damaged his vitality, resulting in
When one's realm falls, the losses are not insignificant.
There is no way, the most important thing now is to escape from here first, and then find a way to get this revenge back after the injury recovers.
Fan Zhesheng glanced at Chen Feiyu with hatred, and took advantage of Chen Feiyu's retreat to jump back.
Suddenly, a fierce and unrivaled palm force came unexpectedly from behind, instantly hitting Fan Zhesheng in the back of the heart.
With a sound of "Wow", Fan Zhesheng vomited blood, flew forward, and fell heavily at Chen Feiyu's feet. Before he could stand up, a chill came from his neck, and the Long Yuan Sword was pressed against his neck.
At this critical moment, he did not immediately beg Chen Feiyu for mercy. Instead, he looked back at Wen Xingzhou and shouted angrily: "Wen Xingzhou, you... you are so despicable, you are plotting against me behind my back!"
The person who stopped Fan Zhesheng from escaping was Wen Xingzhou!
"Despicable?" Wen Xingzhou retracted his palm, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You are always evil, you are just bringing it upon yourself."
Fan Zhesheng's expression suddenly changed. He was still about to say something, but he heard Chen Feiyu's cold words: "Stand up, I have a few questions to ask you."
"You...what do you want to ask?" After Fan Zhesheng reluctantly stood up, he checked his physical condition and found that he was seriously injured. If he broke through the encirclement head-on, the probability of escaping from Chen Feiyu and Wen Xingzhou was extremely low. For this reason,
They can only stabilize Chen Feiyu first with Xu and Weishe, and then find a way to escape.
"I remember that you are Bian Yuanbai's master. Let me ask you, did Bian Yuanbai know my identity early on?" Chen Feiyu couldn't help but asked curiously. From the beginning of the "Flower Appreciation Conference", Bian Yuanbai said to him
His attitude is extremely unusual. The only reasonable explanation is that Bian Yuanbai knows his true identity.
Fan Zhesheng's eyes flickered slightly. He was Bian Yuanbai's disciple. If Chen Feiyu knew the truth, it would definitely be detrimental to Bian Yuanbai after Chen Feiyu left the secret realm. He said sincerely: "You misunderstood, Yuan Bai doesn't know your identity."
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"I don't like people who lie to me, because it makes me feel that I am being treated as a fool." Chen Feiyu's eyes flashed with sharp light, and he saw the shadow of the sword flashing, already slicing Fan Zhesheng's throat, "His"
With a sound, blood splashed out.
Fan Zhesheng was still thinking of finding an opportunity to escape with Chen Fei, Yu Xu and Wei Snake. Who would have thought that Chen Feiyu would kill him at the first disagreement.
He fell in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open. Before he died, there was only one thought in his mind: Chen Feiyu did not follow martial ethics...
Pan Danfeng looked at Fan Zhesheng's body on the ground and felt relieved: "Bah, you deserve it!"
Wen Xing was filled with emotions. The Wen family and the Bian family had been fighting openly and secretly for decades, and they always lost more and won less. As a result, the Wen family could only be ranked second in Weishui City. Unexpectedly, the two Bian family members, Bian Hongyuan and Fan Zhesheng,
All the strong men in the "late stage of concentration" died in the secret realm today. Although the Bian family will no longer be the opponent of the Wen family in the future, he feels more or less sad that the rabbit died and the fox died.
"Feiyu, what should we do now?" Pan Danfeng hugged Chen Feiyu's arm and pointed at the black mist in the secret room.
Although this black mist did not pose the slightest threat to Chen Feiyu, it posed a great threat to Pan Danfeng. Chen Feiyu could not leave Pan Danfeng here alone.
Immediately, Chen Feiyu took out the elixir again. The only plan for now was to try whether the elixir could absorb the black mist.
Wen Xingzhou looked suspicious for a while. Could it be that in addition to absorbing the evil spirit, that elixir prescription could also absorb black mist?
The next moment, he knew the answer.
I saw Chen Feiyu walking to the front of the secret room, raising the elixir in his hand, and pouring his inner energy into it.
Suddenly, an extremely strong suction force was generated on the Danfang. The black mist in front of him was pulled by the suction force, and seemed to form a vortex, converging towards Chen Feiyu, and was easily sucked in by the Danfang.
"Great, this recipe is really powerful!" Pan Danfeng hugged Chen Feiyu's arm excitedly, stood on tiptoes and took a bite on Chen Feiyu's face.
Wen Xingzhou was stunned. Of course, he was not shocked by Pan Danfeng's bold style, but was shocked by the magic of Dan Fang. How great would it be if such a magical treasure was in his hands?
Of course, he was jealous, and with Fan Zhesheng demonstrating in front of him, even if he gave Wen Xingzhou ten courages, he would not dare to steal Chen Feiyu's prescription.
In a short period of time, all the black mist near the door of the secret room had been sucked in by Danfang.
"Let's go in." Chen Feiyu took the lead and led the way with the prescription. Pan Danfeng and Wen Xingzhou quickly followed.
Not long after, most of the black mist in the secret room was sucked in by Danfang, and the true appearance of the secret room could be roughly seen.