Facing the scimitar that was slashing quickly, Zhou Fan raised his straight knife and slashed it out.

The sound of the collision between the swords sounded in the dark, and the two of them were in a few moments. With Zhou Fan's high strength, they were beaten backwards by Zhang He until they retreated to the wall and could no longer retreat.

"Every time you grow up is beyond my expectations, but it's over tonight." Zhang He's voice seemed calm and composed. His limbs were thick and strong, just like the hands and feet of a giant. He was obviously a master of the explosion section!

Zhou Fan, who retreated to the wall, sneered in his heart. He swallowed the wine that had been in his mouth. The moment he swallowed it, the limbs and bones seemed to be steaming, and the hot and indescribable force burst out from his body.

Zhou Fan waved his sword at Zhang He with a cold face.

"It's useless..." Zhang He slashed over with a scimitar, but as soon as he said these three words, he was slashed three steps in a row.

A shock arose in Zhang He's heart. Why did this man's strength grow stronger again?

Before he could think about it, Zhou Fan's swords slashed one after another.

A quick knife chases the wind!

The knife was so fast that the light of the knife flashed in the darkness, so fast that even the human eyes couldn't see clearly.

Zhang He is also a good sword master, and he subconsciously uses his unique sword move to resist.

With a tingling sound, the knife was blocked by him, but Zhang He held the knife and the tiger's mouth seemed to be about to be broken. The power attached to the fast knife was even greater than before.

Zhang He just felt a chill in his heart. A freak is absolutely a freak. Why is this person more powerful than a single knife?

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

It was still so fast that it was difficult to see clearly in the darkness. If it weren't for the sudden burst of a crimson flame on the blade of the straight sword, Zhang He would not have been able to capture the trajectory of the sword.

But he would rather not catch it. The crimson flame edge of the straight sword that was slashed into his eyes, making his courage break. This is a martial art of merging spirits!

Zhang He's shock was unspeakable, but he still waved his sword to resist it with years of experience.

clang!

Zhang He blocked the first knife, but the three inconspicuous ink marks on the straight knife, coupled with the flame yang energy, caused the two small flame talismans attached to the scimitar to collapse directly, and the talismans spontaneously ignited. The reason for the slash to collapse was that the small flame talisman had been consumed by the ink marks a lot, and Zhang He was just unable to detect it in the dark.

clang!

The second knife was, Zhang He, who had taken a few steps back, raised his sword to resist it, but no matter how special the material of the scimitar without the blessing of the talisman, it was just a better ordinary soldier, and was directly broken by the straight knife.

Zhang He was broken and his heart was broken, and he could no longer care about so much. He just rolled around 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 burned, and it was very scary in the dark with the faint green flames.

Zhou Fan ignored it and slashed it away with a knife.

Zhang He hurriedly avoided, and the talisman he burned was useless!

Zhang He showed a look of surprise on his face. Why did the killer weapon he had never wanted to use in the end fail?

He couldn't figure it out and just wanted to escape from here immediately and stay away from this young man who made him feel terrified.

But under the quick knife of the Liuguang Fast Silver Sword, he couldn't escape at all.

Zhou Fan was still swinging the knife indifferently, and the knife was as fast as four swords slashed out at the same time, slashing Zhang He's thick and strong hands and feet.

The blood was scattered on the ground, and Zhang He let out a shrill scream.

In order to keep some of his secrets, he deliberately lived away from homes everywhere. The sound came out of the house and it was difficult to reach the ears of the villagers who were sleeping soundly.

Through the fire light emitted by the straight knife, Zhou Fan could see his hands and feet falling on the ground with flesh and eyes shrinking at a speed visible to him, returning to the size of normal human hands and feet.

The firelight was 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 or escape, so he turned around and lit the oil lamp.

Zhang He lay in a pool of blood, and the lights were on. He did not scream loudly, but instead held back his eyes and looked at Zhou Fan with resentment.

The vitality of warriors is much stronger than that of ordinary people, so Zhang He, who has shed so much blood, has not died or even fainted.

Zhou Fan, who picked up the oil cup and walked over, said, "No matter how powerful the eyes are, they can't kill anyone. If I hadn't had many things to know, I could give you a pleasure now and not let you suffer so much."

Zhang He was stunned for a moment. Of course, there was no problem with what Zhou Fan said. He could no longer do anything to Zhou Fan.

Zhang He said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you? Have you taken away my vital insect?"

The talisman that Zhang He burned in the end just now was a means to control the living insects, but it had no effect. It was obvious that his living insects 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 the dull Zhou Fan. I was a little suspicious of your change in personality. In the end, my strength has improved by leaps and bounds and there are so many trump cards in my hand. You must not be 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 it is not you asking me, but I ask you."

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

Zhou Fan looked at Zhang He. He was silent for a while, and suddenly pulled out the straight knife, which was placed on Zhang He's neck and said slowly: "Because even if you are like this, you don't want to die. You still want to think that someone will come to save you. Even if you know that this hope is slim, you are not willing to give up."

"The person who wants to die will not have the look of you. I have questions to ask you, so I will allow you to live for a longer time. Look, this is something you want to do. If you are unwilling to answer my questions, then I will cut off your head now and choose."

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

Even though he knew that Zhou Fan would send him on the road without hesitation after asking questions, it would be worth it for him to live for a moment. Maybe he really has hope of living. He has always been a person with a strong desire to survive.

Zhou Fan said again: "I am limited in patience, but I won't give you too much time to think about the problem."

"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 am not a fool. If I find out that you lied to me, I will cut off your head immediately."
Chapter completed!