novellhall Chapter 597 Fan Xian
Chapter 597 Fan Xian
at the same time.
Fan Xian unleashed his true energy, and in an instant, those streams of true energy transformed into invisible sword blades, slashing towards the pterosaurs that were closing in.
"Wow!"
The pterosaur cried out in alarm and dodged, but countless invisible blades slashed at its skin, tearing it open and sending blood flying everywhere.
Upon seeing this, Fan Xian immediately reversed his true energy, switching from offense to defense and unleashing the Four Directions Sword Technique to slash at the pterosaurs.
Just as his sword was about to touch a pterosaur.
"boom!"
A figure flashed past, followed by a crisp metallic clang, and Fan Xian's sword could not advance an inch.
Two fingers were seen pinching Fan Xian's sword.
These two fingers alone severed everything between Fan Xian and the pterosaur.
It was precisely because of these two fingers that the fierce sword energy unleashed by Fan Xian's Four-Looking Sword Technique was completely destroyed and dissipated in an instant.
The true energy within his body also briefly stagnated at this moment.
Fan Xian's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and looked at the owner of that figure.
A young man was standing right in front of him!
The man looked imposing, like a superior being, making anyone who saw him feel ashamed of themselves.
Even he was the same.
For a moment, Fan Xian was stunned.
When Fan Xian met the young man's eyes again, he felt as if he had instantly fallen into an abyss, and he felt dizzy.
Fan Xian quickly shook his head, unleashed his true energy, and drew his longsword away, creating distance between himself and the unidentified young man in front of him, his eyes fixed on him.
"who are you?"
Fan Xian felt that this person looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
But he couldn't remember.
However, this person's demeanor is different from ordinary people. He is probably a high-ranking official of the Ming Dynasty, or even the Ming Emperor.
However, Fan Xian had seen portraits and such of the Ming emperors before.
After all, the Ming Dynasty was quite famous, and the portraits of its various emperors were deeply ingrained in people's minds.
However, there was no one like the boy in front of them.
However, the young man did not speak, but merely provoked Fan Xian's sword and then flicked it casually.
"boom!"
Fan Xian was sent flying backwards like a cannonball.
That terrifying force directly dispersed Fan Xian's true energy.
"boom!"
Fan Xian flew five or six meters before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Waaah!"
Fan Xian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the young man with a somewhat unpleasant expression.
that person.
He simply stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at Fan Xian in front of him.
"I thought the strongest person in this world would have some skill, but it's truly disappointing!"
That's right.
This person was Zhu Ying. After saying that he wanted to exchange a few moves with Fan Xian, Zhu Ying left Dongyi City and came to Fan Xian's side.
He originally intended to test Fan Xian's strength, so he did not use his full strength.
As a result, even with his casual probing, Fan Xian was unable to resist.
This disappointed Zhu Ying somewhat, but that was all.
At that moment, Fan Xian staggered to his feet.
He stared intently at Zhu Ying in front of him, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He gripped the sword tightly, and his inner energy erupted without restraint.
He lowered his voice and said, "You guys go first!"
These words were meant for Fei Jie and Yan Ruohai. Zhu Ying's strength had exceeded Fan Xian's expectations, and even they might not be his match.
Not to mention Yan Ruohai and Fei Jie.
"No, you're no match for him!"
Before Yan Ruohai could speak, Fei Jie directly refused.
He narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Zhu Ying, a hint of seriousness flashing in his gaze.
Clearly, even Fei Jie could see that Zhu Ying was exceptionally strong.
He just blocked Fan Xian's sword with only two fingers. If they were to really fight, Fan Xian would definitely not be his match.
He couldn't let Fan Xian take risks.
Moreover, Fan Xian still has great uses; it's fine if he dies, he's just an old man.
"No, you guys go first!"
Fan Xian's expression changed slightly, and he urged Yan Ruohai and Fei Jie to leave quickly.
"go!"
Yan Ruohai didn't hesitate much and was about to leave immediately, after all, he already knew most of the major changes in Dongyi City and Zhu Ying.
Moreover, Yan Ruohai could clearly see how much Chen Pingping valued Fan Xian.
If Fan Xian hadn't died, power might not have fallen into his hands in the future. Now that he has such a good opportunity, he certainly wouldn't have chosen not to use it.
Therefore, Yan Ruohai chose to leave without much hesitation.
Fei Jie, however, stubbornly insisted on staying by Fan Xian's side to help him.
Just as Fan Xian and Fei Jie started arguing again about who should leave first and who should leave last, Zhu Ying flashed away.
"So fast!"
Fan Xian and Fei Jie exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously.
However, the next second, Fan Xian and Fei Jie were sent flying backwards almost simultaneously, spitting out mouthfuls of blood in mid-air.
Fei Jie's abdomen caved in, and blood gushed out.
"boom!"
Fei Jie was the first to fall to the ground, his aura weakening. He clutched his chest and coughed up blood repeatedly.
"Waaah!"
As he spat out another mouthful of blood, his eyes glazed over.
Fan Xian fared slightly better, as his true strength was at the Grandmaster level, and he was able to withstand even a kick from Zhu Ying.
However, seeing Fei Jie's appearance and his panting, Fan Xian's expression changed repeatedly.
Just as he was struggling to get up and try to stop Zhu Ying from protecting Fei Jie as he left, he heard a laugh.
"Haha, hahaha! You fell for my trap!"
As Fei Jie coughed up blood, he looked at Zhu Ying. He took out a medicine bottle from inside his clothes, and the bottle was cracked in several places.
He turned the medicine bottle upside down and tilted it, but there was no more powder left inside.
do not forget.
Fei Jie is a drug addict; he never leaves drugs behind.
Just that kick Zhu Ying received, the kick he used to lure Zhu Ying in, had already poisoned Zhu Ying, and it was a much higher dose than usual.
After taking all of this large bottle of medicine, even a grandmaster like Zhu Ying would be in serious trouble.
"Kid, study hard, and always be absolutely sure of yourself!"
Fei Jie couldn't help but boast to Fan Xian, but after coughing up another mouthful of blood, his breathing became increasingly weak.
Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, and looking at Fei Jie's expression, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
This old fellow is still showing off even at this point. But Fei Jie was, after all, his teacher who taught him about poisons since he was a child. With this little old man around, it's really reassuring.
However, just when the master and apprentice thought they were enjoying a harmonious time, an untimely voice rang out.
Zhu Ying's voice rang out, not too loud, "Old man, aren't you getting too excited?"
Zhu Ying casually patted off non-existent dust from his body and walked unhurriedly toward Fei Jie.
He looked down at Fei Jie and then, without hesitation, kicked Fei Jie away.
"Don't move..."
Fan Xian wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
Fei Jie was sent flying backward like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Zhu Ying stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching Fei Jie being kicked away and Fan Xian rushing towards Fei Jie in a panic.
Regarding Fei Jie's drug use, Zhu Ying wanted to say that when it comes to drug use, Fei Jie and his group are still far behind.
It's like showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu. Although the previous experience in the [Martial Arts World] was not as dangerous as the [Joy of Life World], the [Martial Arts World] was simply a place where all kinds of things flourished.
All sorts of strange and unusual martial arts techniques have grown wildly.
Those who wield hidden weapons, those who use poison, and those who wield knives, etc.
In comparison, the poisons that Fei Jie used were child's play.
Just then, Zhu Ying slowly drew his sword. He was getting a little tired of playing around, so he decided to clean up the mess.
"Are you OK?"
Fan Xian then helped Fei Jie up. Looking at Fei Jie, who was barely breathing, he said with concern.
"I can't die!"
After coughing up two or three more mouthfuls of blood, Fei Jie waved his hand with difficulty.
Seeing Fei Jie struggling so hard, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel his eyes redden. He patted Fei Jie on the back to help him catch his breath and said, "Don't talk! Save your energy!"
"Have you had enough of these sentimental scenes? I'm getting a little tired of them!"
Before Fan Xian and the others could finish speaking, a cold glint shot directly towards Fan Xian, followed by Zhu Ying's calm and indifferent voice.
Zhu Ying showed no kindness or emotion towards people from other worlds.
For him, conquering other great worlds and developing the Ming Dynasty was the key.
Everything else is irrelevant.
Therefore, Zhu Ying couldn't feel any pity for Fan Xian and Fei Jie's tragic story.
As that cold light burst forth, Fan Xian directly blocked it with his sword, then immediately stood up and pointed his sword at Zhu Ying in front of him.
At the same time, he turned his head and urged Fei Jie, "Let's go, hurry up! Leave this to me!"
Fei Jie struggled to his feet. He wanted to say something, but after glancing at Zhu Ying and then at himself, he gritted his teeth and turned to leave.
He knew that if he stayed any longer, he would definitely become a burden to Fan Xian, making him feel restricted.
In contrast, he left, and with Fan Xian's strength, he should be able to escape.
"Be careful, this guy's a bit weird!"
Fei Jie gave Fan Xian some instructions before turning and leaving.
Fan Xian's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he felt the extreme terror emanating from Zhu Ying.
It must be said that Zhu Ying's strength truly exceeded his expectations.
He couldn't handle just a couple of casual moves.
Now that he's already here, it's almost impossible for him to leave; he can't just leave so easily.
Fan Xian took a deep breath and immediately took action, circulating his internal energy and unleashing the Four Directions Sword Technique.
"Shhhhh!"
A major battle between the two sides is imminent.
Fan Xian's swordsmanship is extremely sharp, and the Four Directions Sword Technique is known for its extreme offensive capabilities.
As the saying goes.
They only care about what's in front and not behind, or what's on the left and not on the right.
This is the Four-Looking Sword Technique. Although it excels in extreme offense, it is almost the most perfect sword technique.
Why do you say that?
The Four-Looking Sword Technique can achieve almost all-round, no-dead-angle attacks. The key point of the Four-Looking Sword Technique is that the dense and sharp sword energy makes the opponent unable to cope.
At this moment, Fan Xian only thrust out his sword once, and countless sword energies rushed towards Zhu Ying like a tidal wave.
However, Zhu Ying merely smiled. He didn't even dodge or flinch in the face of these sharp sword energies, and most importantly, he had one hand behind his back.
Yes.
He gave Fan Xian one hand.
Such confidence, even to the point of seeming arrogant to outsiders, is something only Zhu Yinggan could pull off.
After all, no matter what, Fan Xian in front of us is still a Grandmaster, and even at his worst, he still has the support of the Four Directions Sword Technique.
However, Zhu Ying still didn't take Fan Xian's little tricks seriously, and he began to deal with the situation on his own, drawing his sword.
"Bang bang bang!"
Zhu Ying swung his sword and directly blocked the terrifying sword energy that swept in. In the blink of an eye, all of Fan Xian's sword energy was blocked by Zhu Ying.
The collision of those two completely different forces stirred up a cloud of dust, and at the same time, the energy waves rippled outwards in all directions.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The surrounding air crackled and popped, countless air blasts resounded, and then explosions followed.
Fan Xian's eyes gradually sharpened, and as Zhu Ying continued to block his sword moves, his attacks became increasingly swift.
"Shhhhh!"
Fan Xian unleashed his inner energy, and his attacks became increasingly faster.
His sword energy erupted in countless bursts almost the instant he swung his sword.
In an instant, hundreds and thousands of sword energies rushed towards Zhu Yingxi like a storm.
However, despite such a ferocious attack, Zhu Ying still stood with one hand behind his back, looked at Fan Xian, and smiled.
Yes.
Zhu Ying smiled.
Despite the intense battle, Zhu Yingfei felt no pressure whatsoever; in fact, he even smiled.
This left Fan Xian somewhat puzzled.
However, he soon learned that Zhu Ying's sword strikes were equally fierce.
Almost simultaneously, countless sword energies poured down like a torrential downpour.
In an instant.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Countless sword energies collided in the air as Zhu Ying and Fan Xian constantly shifted positions, their sword techniques and movement methods shifting and exploding wildly between them.
Sword energy.
True Qi.
At this moment, they collided completely, unleashing a terrifying and fierce burst that swept up clouds of dust, engulfing both of them entirely.
"Shuashuashua——"
The two figures were completely engulfed by the smoke and dust, leaving only fragmented sword intent that kept shooting out from the smoke and dust.
After an unknown amount of time, Fan Xian was the first to be blasted out of the dust, his face filled with surprise and utter disbelief.
"Why...why do you also know the Four-Faced Sword Technique?" (End of Chapter)