looked at the blood without a trace of resentment, and glanced at Chen Fan not far behind him, Liao Yan was displeased.

"If you instigate this matter, just give up, as long as you get out of the clan now, I Liao Yan will not blame the past, what is the matter with sending a white and tender person out, ready to slander people?"

Zheng~

With a crisp roar, the long sword in Blood Without a Trace was already unsheathed.

This was the first time Chen Fan had seen Blood Without a Trace draw his sword, and he had never seen him completely pull out his sword even if it was dangerous before.

I was really stunned.

He never expected that the situation of blood without a trace would be so embarrassing, no wonder he had to love to draw the sword, and dare to love this is a broken sword.

Only two-thirds of the sword body remained, and the fractures on the sword body could be clearly seen, and it was not difficult to see that it was cut by a sharp weapon.

What does a broken sword mean?

Whether it is the sword itself or the person who wields it, it is a symbol of shame.

However, a discerning person can see at a glance that this is an unusual sword, and there are dull lines on the sword body, and the lines are extremely simple, like flames rising from the hilt of the sword, covering the entire sword body.

"Good sword!"

Admired in his heart, he could really feel the fierceness emanating from the sword, and during this time, he walked around the system mall, and his eyesight has improved a lot.

Judging from his eyesight in the system mall, if this sword is not broken, it is eighty percent beyond the scope of spiritual weapons, and it is estimated that it is not bad, because it should be a fairy sword, to be precise, it is a broken fairy sword.

Liao Yan's gaze also stayed on the sword for a while before he said: "I've heard of you, as far as I know, you are used to being alone, when did you become someone else's subordinate?"

"I'm not anyone's subordinate, but you, how have you heard of me?" Blood Traceless's tone was cold, and there was a sense of rejection in his stone-carved face.

"You have healed the rabbit and helped the bear to cross the river, although you are an immortal cultivator, but we have always had clear grievances, and the scum is divided into one, two, and three, and we have great respect for those who are kind to the Nine Jungles. Liao Yan said truthfully.

It's a good word, but it doesn't sound pleasant, especially when trivial things are brought out again and again, which is somewhat ironic.

Blood without a trace of bruises on his forehead, he really did not kill a living creature in the Nine Shadows Jungle, it was because he pursued the belief in the equality of all beings, but it did not mean that he was a soft-hearted person.

Blood Without a Trace is not his real name, he has no name and no surname, and the name Blood Without a Trace is killed, which is a proof of blood.

Although most people have never seen Blood Without a Trace get angry, there are a few people in the Ghost City who know that once Blood Without a Trace gets angry, it is like a changed person, like a devil in prison, and it can be said to be a pervert or a killing maniac if it doesn't sound good.

It is because of this rumor, coupled with the fact that many people have seen the superb swordsmanship of Blood Without a Trace, adhering to the idea that it would rather be believed than not, few people are willing to provoke it in Linyun City.

In retrospect, it had been so many years since Blood Without a Trace had actually done anything, so much so that he had forgotten the last time he was angry.

At this time, listening to Liao Yan talk about these trivial things again, he felt like he was being ridiculed, he felt so harsh, and he was also extremely sensitive to the wind and grass around him, and felt that everyone was laughing at him, and a wave of anger rose inexplicably in his heart.

Looking at the back of the blood without a trace, Chen Fan frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong with him.

I just wanted to ask, but the blood moved without a trace!

Buzz...

I remember that in my last life, I saw a swordsmanship on TV, Dugu Nine Swords, not that the number of swordsmanship paths is similar, but the buzz of the dubbing is exactly the same.

The dubbing is a flattering effect, and now this scene is really happening in front of me.

I didn't see much movement in the hands of the blood without a trace, but one broken sword turned into hundreds of broken swords, and it gradually faded into illusion with the trajectory.

It seems that the movement is slow, but in fact, the speed is ridiculously fast, and Chen Fan's current cultivation can't see through it at all.

Liao Yan's expression changed drastically, he was aggressive by nature, and if he had nothing to do, he would either challenge this or fight that in the clan, anyway, he would definitely not be idle when he belonged to the thorn in the clan.

I have accumulated a lot of experience in fighting for many years, and I have eyesight.

The so-called expert knows whether there is one as soon as he makes a move, but the seemingly simple and indefinite swordsmanship is better than speed, and the most important thing is that he can see that this is not the real means of blood without a trace.

Be amazed by the bloodless swordsmanship!

But he was only slightly stunned, if this could scare him, he would not be Liao Yan.

There is such a kind of person, outsiders seem to be like a nervous disorder, they love to face difficulties, the higher the difficulty, the more happy they are, and they are very eager to be abused and the joy of a moment after the challenge is successful.

Liao Yan belongs to such a person.

Liao Yan's eyes were shining, his expression was excited, a faint smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit was completely provoked, and he had no fear in his heart.

The two big axes in his hands swung twice and then with a force under his feet, the big man more than two meters tall swooped out, and his speed was not affected at all because of his stature.

Ding...Zhengzheng....Bang...

The two fought together in an instant, and the fight was dazzling, and sparks flew everywhere.

A covered figure is staggered no less than ten times, and it looks like the blood is still quite passive on the surface, because his movements are not as wide as Liao Yan's, and the broken sword in his hand is not as squeamish as the two big axes, but it looks like a shy lady, twisting and pinching is not arrogant at all.

However, in the eyes of the discerning person, this is not the case.

The actual situation is just the opposite, Liao Yan was completely beaten by blood without a trace.

Fighting each other is just the word offensive and defensive.

The purpose of attacking is to defeat the enemy, and the code is to protect oneself while creating opportunities to counterattack, and the purpose is to defeat the enemy.

Therefore, there is a way to defend as an attack.

Blood Without a Trace seems to be on the defensive, but in fact, every move and style can break Liao Yan's offensive.

It's not just guarding, he's controlling the rhythm.

Liao Yan's offensive looks fierce, but in fact he is forced to be helpless, if one move is broken, if he does not hurry up and launch the next move to make up for his mistakes, he will face being counterattacked, and defense is attacking.

So he gritted his teeth and made a move as if he was not fatal.

Only he knows how tired he is at this time, to put it mildly, he is about to get tired and fart, not only that, but he is also very aggrieved, he is arrogant by nature and dislikes the most is this kind of grinding and chirping way of fighting, what is the direct shell is, the shell will win, the shell will lose, it is better than this trickle of water.

You and I have only been back and forth for four or five minutes, and the two of them have fought thousands of rounds.

Of course, the battle of the immortals is not limited to this.

The technique of inducing the five elements through Xuan Qi is enough to open the mountain and break stones, but the two have a tacit understanding that the scope is limited to the smallest, and the means are limited to the sword and axe, and they compare the level through close quarters, and they do not even use the most basic Xuan Qi release.

So except for the speed beyond the reach of ordinary people, the others look like martial arts movies.

However, Liao Yan really felt the horror of blood without a trace, and it was not that he had never fought the sword, and it was not that he had never encountered it.

It's not small to say that the Nine Secluded Jungle is not small, and there are also a lot of great talents among the demon cultivators, but the sword used by the generals of the same level is like blood without a trace, and it is unceremonious to say, I really haven't met it before!

It's no wonder that people can become famous with the Yudan Realm, not to mention that they can fight beyond the level with this swordsmanship, at least they can also maneuver around when they encounter real powers.

T is not blind, everything is done for a reason.

can be said to be stubborn, Liao Yan said that few people in the second generation dare to call out.

It's like a calf, and it can't be pulled back if it's right.

At this time, he knew that the Blood Without Trace swordsmanship was powerful, and it was by no means that the opponent had to fight, but a simple competition had already played a posture of breaking the net.

How can blood without a trace feel that he is not affected by the transformation from Liao Yan, although he has occupied the peak from the beginning, but he has a problem, if he doesn't make a move, once he shoots, it will not be over, the more he fights, the more angry he becomes, he can't stop if he wants to, he has to see blood.

The two of them are really celadon touching white jade, and they must fold one if they go on like this.

If Chen Fan knew that these two people were this kind of people, he would not have let Blood Traceless do it in the first place.

None of them are normal!

It's better to do it yourself.

Speaking of hands-on, Chen Fan is confident that he will not be defeated by Liao Yan.

Because of the system, an existence that can push him to reach the top.

Overall, I didn't find anything wrong with the two of them.

However, he found that the atmosphere around him was becoming more and more solemn, so much so that he felt that the murderous aura was beginning to rise.

In any case, the original intention of this fight is to focus on competition, and it is a matter of murderous spirit.

Caught in a hurry?

That's all he can think.

His brows furrowed, and his originally relaxed expression turned solemn.

After observing the surroundings, although the expressions were serious, they did not show too much, the situation was not very bad, at least they were not in the nest.

Just because they don't have a nest doesn't mean they're reasonable.

If it were a different scene, Chen Fan would not have such worries, if you do this and that, you will be done, you will fight if you can beat it, and you will run away if you can't beat it.

But where is this, this is someone's territory, and the next step is to go deep into other people's territory.

In this battle, it is not to lose, nor is it to win, the best way is to play a draw.

He felt that Blood Without a Trace had been mixed up for so long, and he should know this bit of eyesight, plus he felt that Blood Without a Trace had been cultivating for a longer time than him, and he was quite famous, and he would be better than him, so he decided to let him make a move after multiple considerations.

But who knew that this thing was just a stake, and TM was going to kill you.

That's no joke!

People who want to kill people in other people's territory, are they really all spectators?

Seeing that the two of them were getting bigger and more ruthless, they would have to be red if they continued like this, and their hearts began to have mixed feelings and fell into an embarrassment for a while.

The fingers behind his back unconsciously rubbed, this is a small action when his brain is racing rapidly.

"That's right! Not all demon cultivators know about the test to protect their shortcomings, these people must also know!"

Although there are still many questions that have not yet been clarified, I can't take too much care about it now, anyway, I need to use my new identity when I come here, so there is no need to hide it.

As for the granddaughter of the test, let's take one step at a time.

His intention lies in the Bodhisattva pine cone, and nothing else matters!

After thinking about it, I only listened to the "bang" in the field.

The sudden appearance of white gas and strange sounds attracted everyone's attention.

I saw a big lion crawling on the ground and stretching his waist in the white mist, looking sleepy-eyed.

"The Wind Comes to the Cloud Lion!"

Someone exclaimed.

After the change of Vientiane, Chen Fan instantly became the focus of the field, looking at the eyes of these people, how did he feel naked?

began to beat the drum in his heart, and he admitted that the white mist that accompanies each change was indeed a bit of a riot, but it was not enough to use such a vision one by one.

I feel like I'm looking like a lot of people without clothes.

It's psychologically weird!

"You're from the Wind Lion Clan?" a voice came from the front.

Chen Fan looked at it and found that Liao Yan's right hand was covering his left arm, and a trace of blush flowed out of his fingers.

He forcibly pulled himself out of the bloody offensive so much that he accidentally injured his left arm.

Liao Yan didn't care about his injury, but looked at Chen Fan with a look of disbelief.

Blood Without a Trace raised his sword and was about to step forward, he had already lost himself a little and entered the realm of self.

Chen Fan frowned, seeing that his plan had succeeded, the two of them finally stopped, how could they allow Blood to break the situation without a trace...

"Blood without a trace, stop!"

A loud shout, accompanied by a lion's roar.

The lion is the king of the forest, with its own majesty, and a lion's roar is mixed with a little mystery, just like a lion's roar.

Not to mention the blood without a trace, drinking it also made him wake up from the lost situation, standing in place, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then the anger began to subside....

"How is this possible?"

Liao Yan's attention was all on Chen Fan, he didn't pay attention to the changes in the blood without a trace, and stood in place and muttered softly.

Don't say he didn't believe it, everyone present couldn't believe it.

Fang Cai obviously felt the breath of immortal cultivation on him, how did he become a demon cultivator.

Immortals and demons coexist in the same person?

That's impossible!

It is absolutely impossible to be wrong if the cloud lion is not windy enough, and the breath is enough to prove it.

Although he couldn't figure it out, his gaze when he looked at Chen Fan was decisively different.