His body rolled, Sun Heng stepped on the ground with his feet, and the stinging pain in his chest made him gasp.

I lowered my head, and my chest was covered in blood.

The opponent's palm strength was like a crazy rotating drill bit, and even his fifth-level perfect golden body skills could not resist it.

"Peng!"

Opposite, the man flew back several meters, slapped the ground with his backhand, and directly shaking his body, flying straight towards the sword thrown into the air.

"I think beautiful!"

Sun Heng shouted softly, and a little under his feet, jumped up on the spot. He didn't care about the injury to his left arm, and slapped his hands and faced the man.

Big monument burglar!

The energy roared, and even if he couldn't hit the opponent, he could knock the sword away.

In mid-air, the man folded his body and kicked out his legs in succession.

The qi burst out like thunder, and violent qi rushed towards Sun Heng's palms.

"Bang..."

Sun Heng's face tightened, and his palms changed with the flow. The big slam player who had already changed as he pleased kept changing. His palm shadow flashed continuously, and even blocked all the legs.

The two of them were in mid-air and fought one after another in an instant, rolling and fighting, and then fell to the ground.

The opponent's moves are exquisite, and the hardness and softness change are as they wish, and there is nowhere to look for. Once the fight is formally fought, Sun Heng will fall into a passive state of being beaten.

The changes in the fist and palm that came were all subtle and mysterious. They seemed fierce and violent, but they had no effort in the next moment.

Sometimes it is silent, but it can burst out with great force, making people unable to defend against it.

But Sun Heng possesses the fifth level of perfect golden body skills, so he doesn't have to pay attention to ordinary moves. The change of fists and palms, and the opening and closing of the big things will be gone for a while.

After a long battle, he directly abandoned some useless moves and no longer paid attention to the changes in the opponent's moves. He went straight and used his palms to fight against the enemy with the simplest and fastest moves, and gradually recovered a little bit of his disadvantage.

"Peng..."

In another collision, the two men separated from each other several feet apart, facing each other far away.

Sun Heng breathed heavily, his left arm's skin had completely cracked, his sleeves were covered with blood, and his left half of his body was greeted by the other party just now, and his arm was now hanging softly.

If you continue to hit, it is a unknown whether your left arm can recover!

Fortunately, the situation on the other side was not very good either.

Until now, Sun Heng had the opportunity to seriously look at this powerful opponent who suddenly appeared.

This man should be in his early twenties, with hair scattered, scattered, blood-stained, and covered in blood. He was covered in bruises and wounds. It seemed that he had gone through many battles.

But even so, he could actually force himself to such a point!

Even, he has been in a life-and-death crisis repeatedly!

Sun Heng's eyes turned, he glanced back and forth at the two swords that fell to the ground on the left and right, and spoke slowly: "Who are you? Why did you secretly kill me? I'm asking myself that I have never offended you?"

If it is not necessary, he doesn't want to fight with others at all now!

"You all deserve to die!"

A cold and ruthless voice came from under the long scattered hair: "Kill my closest relatives and destroy my sect, all of you deserve to die!"

"You are Wei Bufan, Feihong Sword!"

Sun Heng's eyes moved and he immediately remembered who this person was here.

The number one master of the young generation of the Yanfu Sect, the youngest son of the head Wei Hu, and a second-rate realm master!

He has a heroic appearance, a stunning sword, and outstanding sword skills!

He was once the leader of the younger generation of Chen County.

Unexpectedly, it has fallen to such a point now.

"Young Master Wei."

Sun Heng took a deep breath, stared at the other party with his eyes straight, and said in a deep voice: "The affairs of the Yanfu Sect have nothing to do with me. I have no intention of being enemies with you, and fighting with you and me is meaningless!"

"I can ignore the incident of your sneak attack just now. We just pretend that we have never seen it before. How about it?"

“…”

There was silence across the street.

Wei Bufan's spirit seemed a little abnormal, but Sun Heng was injured and gained a lot, so he naturally didn't want to fight him to the death.

Besides, even if Wei Bufan was killed, his situation at that time would be difficult to ensure that he could leave Yanfu Mountain safely.

"rustle……"

After a long time, I didn't wait for Wei Bufan's answer, but there was a sound of footsteps slowly approaching.

"Brother Ye, is there really someone here?"

The sound is melodious and melodious. Only by hearing the sound can you know that the person coming must be a quiet woman.

"Um."

The other man replied in a muffled voice: "Listen to the sound, there are two people, and their martial arts are not bad."

"Then we must come and have a look?"

The woman spoke again, as if she was worried: "Or else let's forget it, let's go and find my uncle and the others?"

"It's okay, with me here, you won't have any trouble."

The man's voice was filled with a strong sense of confidence. With the sound of footsteps, a man and a woman also stepped into the dark curtain and appeared in front of the two confrontation.

This man and woman are Jiang Yun from Ye Xuan and Jiang family.

Sun Heng knew Ye Xuan's voice, but his current situation was not convenient to reveal his identity.

He then took a slight step and approached the long knife he had fallen.

Wei Bufan also turned his head gently. When he looked at Ye Xuan, his body slowly stiffened: "One-armed, broken knife, you are Tian Cansou's disciple!"

"good!"

Ye Xuan nodded and looked at Wei Bufan with cold eyes: "Your voice is murderous intent, do you have a grudge against me?"

"There is a revenge?"

Wei Bufan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and burst into laughter.

However, his laughter was so terrifying that it was like a jackdaw in the twelfth lunar month, making people feel cold.

With a laugh, Wei Bufan looked at Ye Xuan and gritted his teeth and said, "Of course there is a grudge, and it is a grudge to destroy the family!"

"oh!"

Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows, and then he didn't know what he thought of, his face gradually dimmed: "Is it a grudge to destroy the family?"

"Brother Ye."

Jiang Yun stared at Wei Bufan from beginning to end, and suddenly spoke: "He is the son of the head of the Yanfu Sect, and Wei Bufan, Feihong Sword!"

"Um?"

Ye Xuan's eyes moved.

"That's right!"

Wei Bufan nodded, and his eyes were already red when he looked at Ye Xuan.

"Whoever has the surname Ye, you framed my Yanfu Sect and attracted the immortal sect to join the Immortal Sect. I have a vengeance with you, and I will be irreconcilable!"

With a roar, he had already stepped up and swept across the ground. Jinghong's sword was clanging, and his sword body thrust, reaching Ye Xuan's throat.

Even if it is anger, Wei Bufan's sword technique is still strict and moderate. He has a simple straight stab, but the three-word key to the sword technique is fast, ruthless and accurate.

The sword came out silently, as if it was slow, but it was extremely fast. When the space turned into a white line, it just flashed, and it was already before Ye Xuan's throat.

This sword contained Wei Bufan's infinite anger and murderous intent. What he learned throughout his life seemed to be for the power of this sword. Even Ye Xuan could not help but breathe, as if he had entered an ice cellar.

Good swordsmanship!

Looking at the red eyes covered by the scattered long hair, Ye Xuan seemed to see who he was. He sighed slowly and the remaining sword was unsheathed.

"bite……"

The melodious sound of swords colliding sounded in the night sky.

The sound was clear, overwhelming the sobing wind, drifting, spreading for several miles.

"Plop..."

A corpse fell straight to the ground, and a bloodline on his forehead did not slowly emerge until this time.

"What a pity!"

Ye Xuan put away his broken knife and shook his head gently: "If I were given five years, maybe he could really fight me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked up and looked at Sun Heng who was sneaking up with a long sword over there, his eyes filled with disgust: "Get out!"
To be continued...