As soon as Wan Zheng finished speaking, he felt a violent fluctuation in the air behind him!

"not good!"

His mind froze, and he moved ten meters sideways like a ghost, and turned around at the same time.

"call out!"

A disk-like air blade flew past where he was standing just now and hit a tree trunk on the opposite side. A gap one meter long and as wide as a finger appeared on the trunk!

Wan Zheng was shocked in his heart. The air blade just now was full of violent energy and extremely cold. It was definitely not an ordinary martial arts, but more like a kind of magic skill.

"Who is it?"

He took a closer look, his face changed drastically, and he blurted out: "The devil's eye of life and death! Who are you?"

Fan Wuying stood still as still as a mountain, his face as expressionless as a rock. Only his left wrist wrapped in gauze was still dripping with blood. It seemed that he had been injured not long ago.

Wan Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes shot out with light, and he performed the first move of the "Illusion and Magic Skill", "The Coming of Death"!

Fan Wuying's body was surrounded by a layer of black energy, undulating like turbulent waves, and a pair of eagle eyes also shot out black light!

Fan Wuying's eyes were filled with fear, anger, sorrow and guilt, as if he was born from a corpse and then fell into the arms of death. He was tenacious and unyielding in trying to survive in the endless abyss. He was closer to death than anyone else.

, and better than anyone else at escaping death!

The "Eye of Life and Death" is like a dark sun, integrating all the dark energy in the world into its light...

Wan Zheng's forehead broke out in cold sweat, and his spine felt chilly!

The "Death is coming" he sent out was broken by the person opposite before it could take shape!

"He is a personal demon! How can there be such a person in the world? Who is he? Why is he going against me?"

The answers to these questions in Wan Zheng's heart soon came to light, and at the same time, they made him even more frightened!

He saw Hao Jian! Hao Jian, the general leader of the "Golden Sword Alliance" who had just stepped out of the carriage with Guo Xuanwu in his arms!

Wan Zheng regretted a little bit. He regretted that he had been too strong just now. He had been injured in the spiritual war with Hao Jian. He had been so weak just now and spent a lot of energy. The person in front of him had practiced life and death.

A guy with a sharp eye may not be able to handle it, but with Hao Jian in the mix, how can it be any better?

"A good man doesn't want to suffer the immediate loss, so he looks for an opportunity to run away. As for Guo Xuanwu, he can just find a way to get it back later!" Wan Zheng made up his mind.

Hao Jian had a gloomy face and shouted in a deep voice: "Wan Zheng! If you don't quickly find a nook to hide and heal your wounds, you dare to show your teeth and hurt my subordinates here! Fan Wuying obeys the order! Keep an eye on him, if he dares to mess up

If he moves, I will work with you to kill him. There is no need to talk about the rules of the world for such a beast!"

Wan Zheng was shocked and blurted out: "Fan Wuying? He is the number one killer in the world ten years ago, the 'Five Emotions Killer' Fan Wuying! No wonder... I didn't expect that he turned out to be a member of the Golden Sword Alliance!"

Guo Xuanwu was held in Hao Jian's arms. He was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. He thought to himself: "Both sides are not good people. It's best to fight. If a dog bites a dog, it's a hair in his mouth!"

Thinking of this, he deliberately pretended to be panicked and fanned the flames: "Father! Come and save me!"

Hao Jian was startled, and then smiled disdainfully: "Xiao Wu! This person has crooked eyes, a crooked heart, and a crooked nose. You actually accepted this devil as your godfather? Isn't this your grandfather?"

This generation is quite chaotic! This shameless person is willing to be a generation shorter just to fool you, he is really shameless!"

These words were so damaging that Wan Zheng's face turned red, the veins on his forehead were trembling, and he was extremely furious!

Suddenly, I saw him suddenly spin around and disappear like a ghost, leaving only a piece of green clothing falling on the ground and disappearing without a trace!

Hao Jian's eyes flashed, but Guo Xuanwu in his arms clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Beautiful! This 'body color change' is really good!"

Guo Xuanwu exposed Wan Zheng's invisibility technique with one word, which made him gnash his teeth in anger, and his breath naturally became uneven.

Hao Jian and Fan Wuying captured Wan Zheng's aura almost at the same time.

Just see it in the hazy rain.

Wave after wave of ripples rippled through the air, and a transparent figure flickered in and out of sight, moving left and right in the woods.

Hao Jian and Fan Wuying both stood motionless. As soon as the ripples in the air approached, they would immediately be struck by a thunderous strike that would destroy the world!

The two of them waited quietly, but there was still no movement. Even Wan Zheng's aura became more and more blurred, and was basically undetectable.

Suddenly, a shrill roar came from the distance: "You two, wait for me! In the sword seizing competition tonight, I will make you die in an ugly way!"

The voice gradually drifted away, and Wan Zheng had already escaped.

Hao Jian smiled disdainfully, caressed Guo Xuanwu's wet little carrot head, and said lovingly, "Oh! Poor child, aren't you scared? Fan Wuying, get in the car with me, let's go!"

The two entered the carriage, and Han Jie quickly called two of his subordinates who were hiding far away, asking them to act as coachmen and drive the carriage away quickly.

In the carriage, Hao Jian looked at Fan Wuying's left wrist that was still dripping with blood. His eyes flashed with regret, and he snorted coldly: "Look at you like this! Your father's hard work has been wasted! I remember when your father traveled around the world.

Known as the 'Devil God of Killing', no one in the world dares to call him by his name. As soon as his name is mentioned, everyone in black and white will tremble three times. Look at you again, you are really worse than every generation!"

Fan Wuying lowered his head and remained silent, letting the water droplets on his forehead drip down the bridge of his nose, his face still as expressionless as a rock.

After a long while, he said coldly: "Uncle, please calm down. My nephew is too careless. I am willing to be punished by the leader of the alliance."

Hao Jian took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it into his arms: "This is the best healing medicine. The wound will recover within three days of applying it. I have ordered the 'weapons team' to work day and night to help you."

I specially made a pair of fine steel gloves. Alas! I can’t blame you for meeting Tai Hui, a close disciple of Yiwu Saint Monk. In the "Wind and Cloud Annals" written by Wu Zhizhi, this person is ranked among the top ten in the world.

One of the great masters, he is ranked at the bottom, but in my opinion, his strength should be in the top five."

Fan Wuying asked expressionlessly: "Uncle! Where did my father rank among the top ten masters in the world? Where does Wan Zheng, who escaped just now, rank now? Who is the best in the world now? Where do you rank?"

Hao Jian glanced at him and snorted coldly: "It's because you haven't made any progress in the past ten years, otherwise you would have been in the top ten! Your father was ranked sixth in the past, and now Wan Zheng is ranked seventh in the rankings, and he is ranked first.

It’s the best sword in the world, You Tianxing!”

Having said this, he snorted disdainfully: "Tsk! If the ancestors of the past generations had not made a will to prevent us from showing up in public, how could he get the first position?"
Chapter completed!