Wu Fan stood on the other side of the river, with a lot of dust and river water on his black robes, wet, his hair was scattered, his face was pale, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, looking extremely embarrassed.

Yet his eyes were so bright, as bright as the stars.

Because he looked at Lin Ji on the other side of the river, the smoke and dust had cleared, and he had fallen to the ground.

Wu Fan knew that Lin Ji was not dead, but he knew that he had won in this hedge of hard encounter, no fancy, no skill to speak of, and pure competition for strength and realm.

This is important. So he smiled.

After a while, Lin Ji, who was lying on the ground, finally sat up, looking a little tired, but still stable: "You also sneak attack ......." I see the way you're smiling right now, and you seem to be very proud?"

His placket was covered with blood, not shaken by the force of the impact, but coughed up.

Wu Fan looked at him and smiled silently.

The peachwood sword is here again.

Lin Ji is in the spring breeze. Hold the hilt of the Feng Xiao Sword!

The pure wind on the shore pauses and then tears!

He didn't look at the peachwood sword that stabbed at his face, but just stared at Wufan behind the sword.

The iron sword was cold, and it crossed the brown mahogany sword and slashed towards Wufan's face!

He knew very well that if he allowed the situation to develop, he might be consumed alive, and his body had been traumatized several times, and he couldn't withstand such a toss.

It's hard to live no matter how you look at it.

Then, we had to die together.

He looked at Wu Fan.

Send out invitations.

If you can't live together, you have to die together, in addition to describing a couple who lives and dies, sometimes it is also used to describe enemies, but at that time, it is usually changed to say that you live and die, and in fact, when you kill red eyes, when you are at the stage of life and death, you often end up dying together.

Lin Ji ignored the peachwood sword that blasted towards his face, and directly stabbed at Wufan's face, sending an invitation to die together, but he didn't really want to die with the other party, but firmly believed that Wufan refused to die with him, so he must avoid it, so he could turn the whole battle around.

He was confident in this, because he had experienced much more actual combat than the enemy. In the face of such a life-and-death battle, this in itself is an advantage.

The enemy should also know that he can't take advantage of this kind of brutal mutual killing, so he should also retreat.

No matter how you think about it, Wufan should retreat and choose to avoid his iron sword.

Lin Ji thinks so.

So when the peachwood sword was not affected in any way, it rose firmly and surely through the wind, and stabbed into his chest with the seemingly endless essence of heaven and earth. He was puzzled.

Intense pain came from his chest and spread out in all directions, as if it was about to tear everything apart, directly causing his ribs to break, blood kept pouring out, and the world in front of him turned into a blood-red patch.

At the moment when he could avoid the same end in the end, Wu Fan, who had the initiative, did not choose to dodge, but continued to attack silently, but for some reason the peach wood sword stabbed in Lin Ji's chest.

With a loud bang, Lin Ji's robe was torn into countless pieces, blood splattered wildly, and his nostrils, as well as his eyes and ears, were constantly bleeding.

At the same time, Lin Ji's iron sword also fell.

Impartially, slashed heavily on Wufan's forehead!

An extremely terrifying muffled sound!

But Wu Fan's face seemed to be wearing an invisible mask, constantly resisting the cutting of the sword. An extremely poignant voice suddenly sounded!

Wu Fan's face turned pale in an instant, his eyebrows and eyes were distorted, and he looked extremely painful.

A roar burst out from between his thin lips and teeth!

The infinite essence of heaven and earth was summoned by him. Through the peach wood sword, it blasted towards Lin Ji's chest and abdomen!

Lin Ji has become a bloody man, his eyes are dyed red, but he is still so calm.

He endured pain that ordinary people could not bear, and put the strength of his whole body. It's all pressed on the Feng Xiao Sword!

The sharp sword blade made another point towards Wu Fan's front door, and a stream of blood flowed down!

Wufan's howl became even more poignant, like the howl of a wild wolf on the grassland. It was like some kind of wail.

His eyes turned gray, his eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and his face seemed to be changing in the midst of a wild breath. To become someone else!

Lin Ji felt an unprecedented crisis, but he remained silent and continued to fall into the sword.

Suddenly, a terrifying force covered his face. Blocked the wind Xiao Sword alive!

A brown peachwood sword fell, a black iron sword fell, and although life and death were not immediately seen, they were all standing on the edge of the cliff. This process seems to be very long, but in fact it is very short, the two have been divided, and the battle has been divided. Naturally, the winner is also divided.

A deafening sound rang out, and the river flew into the sky like a waterfall, shaking several curtains of water hundreds of feet high, and the water was full of mossy stones. Tumbling and colliding, then shattering.

An extremely deep pit appeared on the river beach on the left bank, and Lin Ji fell to the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, and I don't know how many bones were broken. Wu Fan stood outside the pit, his expression solemn, his face covered with blood, like a demon god.

"You think I'm afraid of death?"

There was no expression on Wufan's face. After saying this, a trace of pain suddenly appeared on his face, and he bent down and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and then stood up straight again. Repeatedly, "You think I'm afraid of death?"

"You're not afraid, but I know you're afraid of something else. ”

Lin Ji held on to the edge of the pit, stood up, looked at him and said. Although the peachwood sword had no blade and did not pierce his chest, the damage it inflicted on him was far from comparable to the damage of the weapon itself.

Hurt so badly, but still not falling. It has nothing to do with the strength of the realm, it only lies in that breath.

Wu Fan didn't expect him to be able to stand up, and said, "Admire." ”

Lin Ji stretched out his hand to wipe the blood off his face, and in the process of his palm falling, it swept between his chest and abdomen, dipped in more blood, and then stretched out into the air in front of him, spreading his five fingers.

The blood flicked along his fingers, turning into countless tiny droplets of blood, floating in all directions.

The river breeze was blowing, and he wrote in the wind with blood and water.

His face suddenly turned pale, and even the blood he was applying could not hide it.

Countless extremely sharp and sharp runes. Instantly enveloped the entire river beach.

Wu Fan's face changed suddenly, and he stretched out his hand in the air to make a move, a peachwood sword, and responded to the call. A clear light turned in front of him, cutting off the last rune that quietly struck.

The sneak attack failed, Lin Ji's expression remained unchanged, he looked at him quietly and said, "Look, I can fight again." ”

Wu Fan stretched out his right hand, stretched out in the river breeze, and said, "Please." ”

The angry river suddenly became quiet.

Because the river beach was full of angry talismans and sword lights.

I don't know how long it has been.

Lin Ji's talisman was finished.

In front of Long Qing, there were more than 100 broken Dao swords scattered.

The two men were far away from each other, covered in blood, pale and tired.

Battles in the cultivation world rarely have such a scene, although the two people themselves are different in realm, but because Lin Ji was seriously injured, their strength is so close, so they can only fight hard until they run out of oil in the end.

The real oil is dry.

Long hours of silence.

The river is roaring.

"Can you still fight?"

Wu Fan asked, his voice hoarse to the extreme.

Lin Ji was silent, looking down at the pool of blood under his feet.

"You did break the border before me. Wu Fan's words were a little depressed, all the cultivators of this generation were Lin Ji as the goal, but he disdained it.

Although he was born in a small sect, his talent is better than all others, and he thinks that he is much stronger than Lin Ji. And the Zhiwei Realm is also the realm of Lin Ji that he knows.

So when he stopped at that threshold, he wasn't in a hurry, because his opponent didn't break through either.

And now, when he really faced the opponent he had in mind for the first time, he finally knew he was wrong.

His opponent had already broken through the realm a long time ago, and he just didn't know it.

Wu Fan said with a smile: "But...... After all, all the essence is exhausted, isn't it?"

Lin Ji raised his head, looked at him and said, "Where is your essence?"

Wu Fan was seen through by him, but his expression remained unchanged, and said: "If you failed to kill me with the sword before, you are doomed." ”

Lin Ji suddenly laughed.

It was the first time he laughed since the beginning of the battle, or rather since he met them.

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