Chapter 133: Hand-to-hand

Chen Fan and Ling Ying both looked at each other unhappily, their eyes touched each other very sharply, and they seemed to be able to touch a spark. Ling Ying clenched his teeth, he didn't rush to make a move, Chu Lingfeng asked him to come over and test Chen Fan's current strength first, he didn't know where to start, Chen Fan was standing at random, with a feeling that he didn't take Ling Ying in his eyes at all.

After a while, Ling Ying finally couldn't help it, he looked at Chen Fan's unbeaten look, and he didn't care so much about moving directly. Ling Ying's right hand formed a fist and rushed directly towards Chen Fan, the speed of the fist was very fast, so fast that the sound of "whirring" could be heard after the compressed air. It can be seen that Ling Ying is also a person who has refined his body, and he was so angry with Chen Fan that he almost lost his mind.

Chen Fan glanced at Ling Ying and smiled slightly, without the slightest flustery. I saw his left foot move horizontally, stretching out his right hand, and when Ling Ying's fist was about to collide with his face, his hand lightly rested on Ling Ying's right hand. Ling Ying only felt that there was a strong force coming from his right hand, and he was almost unable to stand firm when he was suppressed, and the originally fierce attack was easily defused by Chen Fan.

Ling Ying's blow was unsuccessful, his body was almost close to Chen Fan, he looked up at Chen Fan viciously, but found that Chen Fan's eyes were extremely cold when he looked at him. This kind of look is the most hurtful, and he still wanted to come over to test Chen Fan's skills, but he didn't expect that the other party had never looked at him in his eyes, and this cold look was like looking at a strange passerby.

Ling Ying's heart was very angry, and then he showed a strange smile, I don't know why he could still laugh. Chen Fan didn't care about it on the surface, but all these small movements had already been seen by him, even if this weird smile was fleeting, it couldn't escape his eyes. No matter what Ling Ying was laughing at, Chen Fan was already ready, tense all over, waiting for the other party's careful thoughts.

Sure enough, at the moment when Ling Ying had just laughed, he suddenly moved. I saw that he suddenly let out a strange tremor, and his originally distorted figure was corrected back by what method he didn't know, and he happened to come to Chen Fan's left front at this time. At this time, Chen Fan's right hand was still on Ling Ying's right fist, and he couldn't retract it in a hurry, but at this time, Ling Ying's originally suppressed right hand suddenly surged out of a force, which happened to be Chen Fan resisted, leaving him with no strength to deal with the sinister blow he was about to send.

Ling Ying took advantage of the short-term advantage and immediately gave a counterattack, his left hand went down, and a short dagger slid down his cuff and was held in his hand. A cold light flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, Ling Ying had already stabbed this knife in this short period of time, and he who had been sent to test his strength had already started to kill. Ling Ying raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, the smile on his face was terrifying, he looked at Chen Fan with anticipation, but the imaginary scene did not appear.

When Ling Ying and Chen Fan's eyes met, Chen Fan shook his head, as if he was very disappointed in everything, and then a terrifying scene appeared that made Ling Ying feel terrible. The right hand that was originally resisting Chen Fan suddenly lost its support point, and the whole person was now unable to reach balance under the force, and fell directly to the ground, and the knife that was originally stabbed also failed. And Chen Fan, who was originally in front of him, didn't know when he moved his position, and now he was standing in front of him one step away from him.

A trace of cold sweat was left on Ling Ying's forehead, because he didn't notice when Chen Fan moved, how fast was this speed, even he couldn't see his figure clearly. Chen Fan still looked at him with an indifferent face, at this time Ling Ying's heart was already a little timid, and he even felt that he was no longer Chen Fan's opponent.

"I thought you were so calm, where did you go with your original cold and handsome appearance? I was really disappointed, I thought I could move my muscles and bones, but now it seems that there is no hope. I advise you to leave early, or I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength and I'll beat you to death." Chen Fan sighed and said.

"Chen Fan, you don't pretend to be with me there, let's say, what special means have you used!Otherwise, how can you be my opponent!" Ling Ying asked reluctantly, in fact, he didn't have any confidence in his heart now. He knew very well that Chen Fan's current strength was completely above him, but he still had a task to complete.

Ling Ying got up from the ground, he silently activated the spiritual power in his body, and then he took out a long sword that shone with a dim light from his sleeve robe. I really don't know what material Ling Ying's sleeve robe is made of, how can he store so many things in it, and Chen Fan can see that this long sword should not be simple, it should be a spiritual weapon, this is the first time he has seen it.

Chen Fan stood directly opposite Ling Ying like this, watching everything that happened, and just when he thought that the other party was about to launch an offensive, the other party began to make other moves. Ling Ying erected the long sword in front of him, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand were placed side by side on the body of the long sword, Chen Fan could feel that a stream of spiritual power was gathering towards the long sword, and Ling Ying's hair was also windless, he should have launched some kind of spell, ready to attack head-on.

A smile slipped into the corner of Chen Fan's mouth, as if he was interested in it. Ling Ying seemed to have everything ready, and his firm gaze directly locked on Chen Fan, Chen Fan only felt that a flash of light flashed, and the other party rushed directly towards him. As soon as the two came together, a fierce battle ensued, and in this small space, the two kept fighting, constantly changing venues, and stalemate.

Five minutes have passed, and the two have been fighting for no less than 300 rounds, and there is still no winner or loser. Ling Ying slashed down with a sword, and a stream of spiritual power slashed along the sword body past Chen Fan's side, just a little distance away from Chen Fan's injury. Ling Ying kept attacking, and Chen Fan kept dodging, and he didn't mean to fight back.

Seeing that the time of ten minutes was approaching, the space had become unstable, and if the two of them had not yet decided the winner, they might be exposed to humanity in the near future. "It's over, it's my turn now. Chen Fan suddenly stopped and said calmly.

I saw Chen Fan's right hand pinching, and a flame suddenly appeared in his book, he curled up his middle finger and flicked it, and the flame turned into a thin needle and flew towards Ling Ying. This tiny flame gradually magnified in Ling Ying's eyes, and it flew past at an extremely fast speed, and Ling Ying found that he couldn't dodge.

The flames shot directly into Ling Ying's eyebrows, and what made people feel strange was that Ling Ying also disappeared, like a puff of smoke, leaving no evidence to prove his existence. And this space also dissipated, Chen Fan frowned, not knowing what was going on.