Weird World of Immortality

Zhou Fan faced the slashing machete, he raised the straight sword and slashed out.

In the darkness, there was a sound of the collision between the knife and the knife, and the two of them instantly matched several knives. With the strength of Zhou Fan's high level, they were also beaten back by Zhang He, until they retreated to the wall and could no longer retreat.

"Every time you grow up beyond my expectations, but that's the end of the night." Zhang He's voice seemed calm and calm, his limbs were thick and strong, like the hands and feet of a giant, he was obviously a master of the explosive stage !

Zhou Fan, who had retreated to the wall, sneered in his heart. He swallowed the explosive wine that he had been holding in his mouth. The moment he swallowed, his limbs and bones seemed to be steaming. out.

Zhou Fan waved the knife at Zhang He again with an indifferent face.

"It's useless..." Zhang He slashed with a machete, but just after he said these three words, he was slashed back three steps in a row.

There was a burst of horror in Zhang He's heart, why did this person's strength increase again?

Before he could think about it, Zhou Fan's knives came one after another.

Quick knives chase the wind!

Such a fast knife, the light of the knife flashed away in the darkness, so fast that the human eye couldn't see it clearly.

Zhang He is also a good swordsman, he subconsciously used his unique swordsmanship to resist.

With a ding sound, the knife was blocked by him, but Zhang He's right hand holding the knife seemed to be about to break off. The force attached to the quick knife was stronger than before.

Zhang He just felt a chill in his heart, a freak is definitely a freak, how can this person be more powerful with one knife?

Zhang He didn't have time to think about it anymore, because Zhou Fan's third knife struck again in the dark.

It was still so fast that it was difficult to see clearly in the dark. If it wasn't for the blade of the straight blade suddenly bursting out with a crimson flame, Zhang He would not have been able to capture the trajectory of the blade.

But he would rather not be able to catch it, the crimson flame edge of the straight knife that slashed reflected into his pupils, making him shattered with courage. This is the fusion of spirit martial arts!

The shock in Zhang He's heart is indescribable, but he still uses his years of experience to wave his sword to resist.

Clang!

Zhang He blocked the first knife, but the three inconspicuous ink marks on the straight knife and the yang qi caused Zhang He's two small flame talismans attached to the scimitar to collapse directly. It spontaneously ignited, and the reason why it collapsed was because the Little Flame Talisman had been consumed by the ink marks before, and it was difficult for Zhang He to detect it in the dark.

Clang!

With the second knife, Zhang He, who had stepped back a few steps, raised his knife to block it again, but no matter how special the material of the machete was without the blessing of the talisman, it was just a better mortal soldier, and was directly broken by the straight knife.

Zhang He's knife was broken, and his heart was broken. He couldn't take care of so much anymore. He just rolled around in the hall and took out a yellow paper talisman from his arms. He looked at Zhou Fan coldly, the yellow paper talisman in his hand quickly Burning, with a faint green flame, is very scary in the dark.

Zhou Fan ignored it, he swung his knife and slashed.

Zhang He hurriedly avoided, the burning talisman was useless at all!

Zhang He had a look of astonishment on his face. Why did the trump card he didn't want to use in the end fail?

What he didn't understand was that he just wanted to escape from here immediately, away from this young man who terrified him.

But under the quick sword of Liuguang Kuaiyin Daojue, he couldn't escape at all.

Zhou Fan was still swinging his sword indifferently. The speed of the sword was as fast as four swords slashing out at the same time, slashing Zhang He's unbelievably thick hands and feet.

The blood splattered on the ground, and Zhang He let out an extremely shrill scream.

In order to keep some of his secrets, he deliberately lived far away from other people's homes. Now that the sound came out of the house, it was difficult for him to reach the ears of the villagers who were sleeping soundly.

Through the firelight emitted by the blade of the straight knife, Zhou Fan could see that the hands and feet that fell on the ground shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to the size of normal human hands and feet.

The firelight still reflected on Zhang He's pale face, which was twisted and screamed in pain.

Zhou Fan confirmed that Zhang He was no longer able to resist and escape, so he turned around and lit the oil lamp.

Zhang He was lying in a pool of blood, the lights were on, he didn't cry out loud, but held back his eyes and looked at Zhou Fan with resentment.

The vitality of a warrior is still much stronger than that of ordinary people, so Zhang He, who shed so much blood, did not die or even faint.

Zhou Fan, who walked over with the oil cup, said, "No matter how powerful your eyes are, you can't kill anyone. If I hadn't had a lot of things to know, I would have given you a treat right now and won't let you suffer so much."

Zhang He was stunned for a moment. Of course, what Zhou Fan said was fine. He couldn't help Zhou Fan after his limbs were cut off.

Zhang He said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you? Did you also take away my worms?"

The last talisman that Zhang He burned just now was a means of controlling the living worms, but it didn't have any effect. Obviously, his living worms were probably not in Zhou Fan's body.

Zhou Fan said, "Who else can I be? I am Zhou Fan."

Zhang He said in a cold voice: "You can't be that dull Zhou Fan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I had some doubts about your personality change, but in the end, your strength has grown by leaps and bounds, and you have so many trump cards in your hand, you are definitely not. Zhou Fan."

Zhou Fan just shook his head and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I am Zhou Fan. This question is meaningless, and now you are not asking me, but I am asking you."

Zhang He looked at Zhou Fan and said sadly, "I am a dying person, why should I answer your question?"

Zhou Fan looked at Zhang He, he was silent for a while, then suddenly pulled out the straight knife, the knife rested on Zhang He's neck before slowly saying: "Because you still don't want to die, you are still delusional. Someone came to rescue you, and even if you knew the hope was slim, you wouldn't give up."

"The person who wants to die will not look like you, and I have questions to ask you, so I will allow you to live for a while. You see, this is what you want and I want, if you don't want to answer mine The problem, then I will cut off your head now, you choose."

Zhang He's face was twisted. In his opinion, Zhou Fan's words were like vicious thorns, but they pierced into his heart. Zhou Fan was right, he didn't want to die!

Even if he knew that Zhou Fan would not hesitate to send him on the road after asking the question, but for him, it would be worth it if he could live a little longer. Maybe he really had hope of living. A person with a strong desire to survive.

Zhou Fan added: "I have limited patience, but I won't give you too much time to think about problems."

"You ask." Zhang He closed his eyes, opened them again, and said calmly.

"Why do you want to harm me?" Zhou Fan asked coldly, "Now you should know that I'm not an idiot. If I find out that you lied to me, I will cut off your head immediately."

"Because I want to cut off your head and replace it with mine." Zhang He replied.