Chapter 33: The shadow follows me

Thanks to the days when I chatted with Wang Shisanlang with Qingban, and the loyal dog in Meipujiayuan, Fan Xian paused a moment earlier than in theory, and stepped on the outside of the encirclement of several sword energy.

And his sudden pause and a fall, one of the masters who had been in power for a long time finally couldn't control the sword intent in his palm, and broke through the air, broke through the air, fell in front of him, and showed his figure.

A sword intent fell into the sky, and several sharp sword intents followed. Although they were not in the perfect state, they still attacked Fan Xian's body from three directions like a poisonous snake.

Fan Xian's temple on the left side seemed to be pricked by a needle. His right eye blinked and felt a little sore. At the same time, he felt the hairs on his right arm began to stand up one by one.

He felt the danger. Since the Qin family in the valley killed him and Yan Xiaoyi's god's bow and arrow finger, it has been the coldest danger recently.

The five sword intents, except for the weakest man who killed Mei, the other four were all first-class masters. At first, they were just calm in the dark night of Meipu. Suddenly, Ling Lingran showed these terrifying sword intents and vaguely controlled several directions where Fan Xian might have escaped.

Just as Fan Xian's previous sigh, Dongyi City is a strange ghost place, with four ninth grades appearing in such an ordinary dark night!

Such an ambush was really a bit scary, but Fan Xian still lowered his head and lowered his eyes, feeling the sword intent in three directions around him, without moving a trace.

Because the five swords did not move.

The sword intent was initially sharp and resounded, and it quickly returned to Zhongzheng and peaceful, but this Zhongzheng and peaceful smell was filled with a decisive aura. It was like several angry poisonous snakes, carrying its slender body, leaning back slightly, staring at the prey in the field, ready to give it a fatal blow.

A hissing sound gradually sounded in the air, like some invisible force tearing apart the empty space, forming countless lines condensed with sword energy in the air. The space in front of the plum garden was cut into countless small lattice. If someone dared to walk into these lattice, he would inevitably be cut into countless blood clots by these sharp sword energy.

It seemed that it was just preventing some people from entering Wang Shisanlang's residence, but Fan Xian did not think so. He felt the murderous aura that was hidden and unreleased.

The reason why these swords kept accumulating momentum but did not launch was because Fan Xian had a mysterious stop at the beginning.

This step happened to fall on the edge of the encirclement, luring a sword energy to kill Mei. At the same time, the sword energy formation that had been prepared for a long time had a slight stagnation.

These ninth-grade swordsmen in the ambushed Jianlu obviously don’t know who the person is, but from this step, we can see the other party’s level of realm and know that if they take action rashly, they will definitely leave a chance for the other party.

Although this loophole or chance is not great, since four ninth-rank players took action at the same time, they did not think of letting the person come back alive, because the other party could not be Ye Liuyun from Nanqing or the unfathomable Emperor.

Among the five swords, one fell slightly weakly into silence, while the other four were still hidden in the darkness, slowly changing angles, aiming at any direction Fan Xian might have escaped.

They will not move first, because those who move first will have a direction, and if they have a direction, they will lose something. This lost gap is exactly where Fan Xian wants to wait for use.

So Fan Xian didn't move either.

However, four ninth-grade strong men surrounded and killed them. It was a rare scene in the world. Fan Xian felt a little cold. In this life, he had fought against many masters, but he had never thought about dealing with the four ninth-grade strong men at the same time. No matter how arrogant he was, he would not dare to expect that he could defeat the four ninth-grade strong men at the same time.

Although there are no strong men in the ninth grade among these four ninth grades, such as Yun Zhilan, Lang Tao and Haitang Duoduo.

Fan Xian stared at the broken plum blossom in front of his feet. His eyes drooped slightly, and it seemed calm, but in fact he was already very uncomfortable by the pervasive sword energy and the ubiquitous pressure in the field. His whole spirit and courage had been pressed to the critical point of rebound or collapse, and his body began to sweat slowly.

Countless cold sweats slid down his back, but the sweat on his forehead slid down toward the bridge between his eyebrows and nose according to the tilting angle of his body.

A drop of sweat penetrated his eyes, a little astringent and thorny, making him blink.

The strong men around still did not move because they knew that the master surrounded by them could no longer hold on, so they were about to move first.

Just after Fan Xian took that step, he knew that he had already obtained a chance to escape, but he didn't know how Wang Shisanlang was in the yard, so he stopped, took no risk, and forced himself to break out.

But he did not expect that the masters ambushed outside the Meipujiayuan were so powerful, and that there were so many disciples of Jianlu who could move Yun Zhilan, so he hid in the midst of hardship.

When the bead of sweat entered his eyes, he gave up the idea of ​​entering the Jiayuan, closed his eyes, and let out a clear whistle. The turbid air in his body emitted light, and the two big and small circles started to move wildly. With the purest mouthful of domineering true energy in his body, he suddenly rushed backwards!

In the dark night, dust was pouring out. With a sound of pancake, Fan Xian disappeared, turning into a wind and sweeping towards the rear.

If anyone else in the assassins today would probably not be able to react at the speed of Fan Xian's extremely domineering true energy, and could only watch him leave violently.

However, today's assassins are all ninth grade, ninth grade, and ninth grade, who are killing the world.

So when Fan Xian closed his eyes, a sword energy was coming from the right sky, and the tip of the sword was shining with a cold light, piercing his weak eyes.

Fan Xian let out a breath and spitted on the sword energy. The sword energy swayed slightly, without stopping, piercing downwards, piercing towards his fragile throat, and the sword force went without going. Moving forward was the essence of the Sigujian Sword!

Fan Xian's body shook violently, turned into a cigarette of smoke, and with his powerful speed, he forcibly escaped from the damage of the sword intent. However, almost at the same time, an ordinary steel sword god and ghost appeared in his retreating route!

Because Fan Xian retreated quickly, this master of Jianlu could not stop his figure at all, but the sword could! This ordinary steel sword came out of his hand and flew to the bottom of the thunderous figure, cut horizontally on Fan Xian's left calf.

Fan Xian's speed cannot be reduced. Once his speed slows down at all, he will be surrounded by these four ninth-grade strong men and will no longer be able to get a single-on-one breakthrough opportunity.

However, the sword technique of the Dongyi City Jianlu disciple was indeed magical. In such a high-speed battle situation, the sword that was out of his hand could be so accurate. It cut his calves so fiercely, and it looked like Fan Xian was very stupid to use his calves to hit the opponent's sword body.

Fan Xian did not slow down, nor could he slow down, which was beyond everyone's expectations. His body twisted forcibly in the air, but the angle of the twisting was too small to affect anything at all. In the flash, his calves hit the sharp sword hard!

There was a crisp sound. No one could describe his emotions when he saw this scene, because Fan Xian’s legs... were not broken!

On the contrary, the unpredictable sword between gods and ghosts seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, falling to the ground in depressed manner, rolling hard to stop.

Fan Xian suffered a heavy blow in the calf, and his whole body rolled in the air, changing to the darkness facing Mei Pu, the only gap hidden in the darkness.

The square in the gap is an old plum tree. There are no flowers on the tree, but only old branches, twisted beards, twisted and trembling constantly.

At this time, Fan Xian crashed towards the old plum tree as fast as possible. As long as he rushed through the gap, he could safely enter the darkness.

However, he finally underestimated the methods of the powerful Jianlu. Two of the four ninth-grade swords had already been released, and the other two swords had already quietly calculated that Fan Xian's retreat was killed. After Lao Mei, he came to the darkness.

Fan Xian, who was hitting the old plum tree at high speed, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were filled with cold light. He looked at the two men in green behind the tree and the sword slowly stabbed at the trunk of the old plum tree in his hands.

Slowly stabbing is just an illusion of time. In such a high-speed operation, it is extremely difficult for human power to reverse the trend.

The two swords seemed to be moving forward and stabbing into the air behind the old plum tree with great ignorance, but Fan Xian knew that the two swords were extremely powerful and found that point accurately.

The point where the sword tip meets Fan Xian's body.

With Fan Xian's domineering skills at this time, he forced his speed to increase his running trajectory and rushed towards the old plum tree without moving forward, and he would definitely have the closest contact with the tips of these two swords.

I thought about it for a long time, but in fact I just rode a white horse through the entrance of the alley for a moment.

The hard trunk of the old plum tree lies across the front of Fan Xiandi, and it has contact, but it has become softer, like a steel bar turning into a soft finger.

Fan Xian threw himself into the old plum tree, and his body pressed forward, as he seemed to have found the sword tip of the Meipu Kongmen.

No one can change all this, and the next moment Fan Xian should be stabbed in the chest by these two wonderful swords.

However, the old plum tree changed all this.

The torso of the plum tree slowly deformed, and the bark behind it had been shattered by two sword intents that were close to each other, but it... was not broken, and it still blocked Fan Xian's body behind him, as if it didn't want Fan Xian to suffer any harm!

The eyes of the two disciples of Jianlu Qingyi suddenly lit up, as if they had seen a scene they had never seen in their lives.

The plum tree is bent to the extreme where wood can be bent, but it still remains unbroken.

Fan Xian’s domineering castration is so violent, why hasn’t this plum tree been broken yet?

The tip of the sword gently tapped on the torso of Lao Meishu, and with two slight puffs, the sword intent went up the wood, piercing Fan Xian's heart veins.

However, Fan Xian's domineering momentum at this time has long disappeared. He is like a leaf, attached to the plum tree, and it seems like he is part of this old plum tree!

The plum tree bounced back extremely magically, and led Fan Xian, who was like a leaf, to bounce back, just avoiding the two swords that the disciple of Qingyi of Jianlu had been in full swing for a long time!

With countless rustling sounds, the old plum blossom turned into broken woods all over the sky under the killing of two green steel swords.

Fan Xian was already flying back violently in the direction of the broken wood in the sky, turning into a gray dragon, and flew past the sword hut behind like lightning without any mental preparation. He crashed into the wooden door of the Jiayuan and rushed into the house.

Two masters of the Qingyi Jianlu who were behind the fragments of the old plum tree looked at each other, and a strange light flashed in their calm eyes. They knew who the person was. In addition to their vague excitement, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of admiration.

At first, it was domineering like crazy thunder. When I touched the old plum, I saw the hidden sword, but it was as soft as the breeze, gently brushing the trunk of the tree, and returned with the flow. It was so wonderful that I avoided the sword hut. Taking advantage of the bounce back, the breeze turned into a violent hurricane again. To everyone's surprise, it crashed back into the courtyard where Wang Shisanlang lived.

The powerful Jianlu man who was ambushed, no one thought that Fan Xian wanted to escape, but no one expected that he had been accumulating his strength to retreat for a long time. He actually ambushed the last time he broke into the Jiayuan. No one expected that Fan Xian still had the courage to retreat in the face of the ambush of four ninth-grade Jianlu masters.

In such a short time, such a complex calculation was made, even the old plum tree on the retreat and the possible responses made by the masters of Jianlu. Fan Xian simply retreated and advanced, and he did not know how much life and death experience and determination were involved in the enemy.

What surprised and admired the masters of Jianlu the most was that Fan Xian was free to turn around and the nature of the true energy that was free to receive and receive was freely changed. If Fan Xian did not have such magical powers, when he contacted Lao Mei Chuyi, he would break through the plum tree and fall into the assassination of the two swords that had been accused of for a long time.

In this world, no one has ever been able to practice the two completely different natures at the same time, but each is the top true qi method within each other's scope, let alone Fan Xian, who can change between the domineering skills and the natural method so naturally and so hard to pick it up.

Therefore, the two masters in green looked at each other and looked at the fear and admiration in each other's eyes. In this world, only that little master Fan practiced the true art of the Earthly Domineering Emperor Qing's lineage and the natural method of the Northern Qi Tianyi Dao at the same time.

Of course, the masters in Dongyi City have been familiar with this information for a long time. But even they did not expect that Fan Xian could use these two true qi methods at the same time in an instant, which was beyond the expectations of all the strong, and found a gap at the very bottom.

The only person in this world who has two great and small circles is Fan Xian, the only one monster.

Fan Xian crashed into the yard and rushed into the back room. Then he saw Wang Shisanlang sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a yellow face and a deep dim eyes. It was obvious that Wang Shisanlang was poisoned. For some reason, Fan Xian was very angry when he saw this scene.

Like a wind, he rushed to the edge of the bed, and shot his right finger at Wang Shisanlang, and the woman holding a sword against his throat.

Fan Xian rushed in too fast. The woman obviously did not expect that his five uncles would attack at the same time and did not kill the enemy. Instead, they made the opponent rush into the inner courtyard. His face was shocked and puzzled, and he could not react at all. He watched Fan Xian's extremely sharp finger wind stab at his vital point and was about to die.

However, at this moment, a look of pain flashed in Wang Shisanlang's eyes.

Fan Xian's face had not changed, but his heart was slightly dark, his knuckles shrank slightly, and his fingers turned a little, hitting the left chest of the female disciple of Jianlu.

The female disciple let out a muffled groan, fell on the bed, and fell into a coma.

There was no time to say anything at this time, and there were four ninth-grade powerful men from Jianlu outside who were chasing him. Fan Xian did not ask why Wang Shisanlang was poisoned, but just carried him silently and stepped on the bed with his toes.

With a loud bang, the carved wooden bed collapsed, and Fan Xian's figure rushed toward the outside of the Jiayuan in the direction of the time! With one retreat, one advance and one retreat, Fan Xian's three consecutive directions of travel were very strange, completely inconsistent with common sense, and completely beyond the expectations of the masters of Jianlu.

The four ninth-grade sword lumbar strong men saw Fan Xian enter the Jiayuan, and were afraid, admiring and angry. They immediately decided that the other party would definitely take his junior brother and break through the wall behind the Jiayuan. They did not expect that Fan Xian would foolishly carry Wang Shisanlang and rushed out from the direction of the gate!

At this time, the three ninth-grade strong men and the eighth-grade disciple had already flew up like a big bird and chased towards the Jiayuan. We must hope to intercept Fan Xian's way in the shortest time.

However, they were in mid-air and were extremely shocked to find out. Fan Xian passed by himself on the ground and rushed towards Mei Pu.

The swordsman in Qingyi, who had extremely sharp swordsman, was shocked to see this, and made a great slash. With his extremely skillful cultivation, he forced his back to reverse the night sky and kicked the bright moon in the sky. He drew an arc in the air and stabbed Fan Xian's back, but he was worried that Fan Xian was carrying Wang Shisanlang. So the tip of the sword pointed to Fan Xian's back.

Kicking the moon and stabbing it, coming in the air, this sword is so cool and casual!

Outside the main entrance of Jiayuan, there was another blue-clothed swordsman holding the sword in both hands, his face was extremely cautious, his elbows were slightly bent, and he stabbed Fan Xian in front of him with the momentum of a sword.

It was still these two blue-clothed swordsmen, and Fan Xian, but at this time they turned into two blue-clothed swordsmen attacking Fan Xian one by one and the other.
To be continued...