The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

In the grass deep in the monster desert, Chen Fan turned into a hunter waiting for the prey to come, carefully watching everything in front of him.

The Ximen's squad of dead soldiers, including Tu Yong, now has only two people left. Under Chen Fan's feet, there are three corpses lying all around.

They all sealed their throats with a knife, and there was no sound.

But the strong smell of blood also made Tu Yong keenly aware that at this moment, the other party was cautiously approaching Chen Fan.

Chen Fan was waiting, waiting for Tu Yong to enter a reasonable range of attack, and then suddenly shot.

It's now!

With a flash of light in his eyes, Chen Fan completely gave up hiding his figure and used the fastest speed to attack Tu Yong!

The cold light sword was in front, the Dugu sword flashed repeatedly, the black light dagger was hidden behind, waiting for the enemy to reveal its flaws, and then killed it with a single blow.

"So courageous!"

Feeling the strong wind hitting his face, Tu Yong didn't know that he was in the midst of it. He gritted his teeth and shouted, raising his fist to greet him, and even a blue cold flame was flowing around his fist.

After all, a half-step martial artist is a half-step martial artist, even if Chen Fan has the first hand advantage, it is difficult to kill the opponent with one blow.

I saw Tu Yong waved his hand to block Dugu Yijian, and his sharp sword energy only caused a **** wound to appear on his arm.

Chen Fan knew that he couldn't kill Tu Yong instantly, and he didn't want to fight. With the impact of Tu Yong's attack, he escaped far.

And this time, the direction he was heading was exactly that besides Tu Yong, the Ximen family sent the last dead soldier!

"Die to me!"

"Stab!"

At the moment when the voice fell, the only remaining dead soldier had just reacted to Chen Fan's attack, and a great head flew into the sky, and a **** arrow a few feet long shot out.

With a bang, the headless corpse fell to the ground, indicating that the rest of the battle would take place between Chen Fan and Tu Yong.

"You are fine, it's been a long time since I met an enemy like you!"

Seeing this situation, Tu Yong didn't have the slightest panic in his eyes, only endless bloodthirsty.

He tossed a corner of his body with his mouth, and slowly bandaged the wound on his arm that was stabbed by Chen Fan, while the corner of his mouth kept sneering.

"I'm just the opposite of you." Chen Fan said calmly: "You kind of people, I have killed countless, and today is just letting me kill the soul of the sword, one more strand!"

As soon as these words came out, Tu Yong sneered more intensely: "What a sharp-toothed kid, let Tu see if it is you or me today!"

The voice fell, and the faint blue cold flame reappeared above Tu Yong's fists, his feet moved extremely fast, and he rushed towards Chen Fan.

And Chen Fan's Qinglian Sword Art has also been displayed, a cold light sword wielded airtight, and all dead spots are firmly sealed.

Chen Fan could feel that Tweet Tweet seemed a little urgent in his storage bag, and wanted to come out to help him, but was stopped by Chen Fan Transmission.

This time, Chen Fan depends on his complete combat power, whether he can kill the half-step martial artist!

After all, if every time he encounters danger, he summons to tweet, then what is the meaning of his martial arts!

"Boom!"

There was a dull sound, and Tu Yong was already close to him, and he hit him with a punch.

Chen Fan summoned a small round shield to withstand this attack, and then the Hanguangjian locked onto Tu Yong's throat at an extremely tricky angle.

Tu Yong retreated after seeing this, but Chen Fan wouldn't give him this opportunity.