Chapter 225: Kunshan

The power and slogan were there, and the watchman did not hesitate to burst out the full power of the three-star martial spirit and condense it in his right fist. Didn't do any fancy moves.

Run, roar, punch.

The rolling energy was like a tide, with his murderous intent and everyone's regret unstoppably, surging towards Yang Fan in waves.

Yang Fan took out his body and burst out of the Split Void Fist and swung it head-on. At the same time, a roar erupted.

Boom, sneer, the two fists collided, Yang Fan's feet slid backwards along the ground, and the blood strands at the corners of his mouth flowed out. The power of the two of them continued to scatter.

actually didn't fall, the onlookers came to their senses, and those who originally turned around and left not only stopped.

Yang Fan's entire strength was concentrated on his hands, but there was still a left arm that was useless. Not knocking down Yang Fan made her very angry. With his left hand, he took out a knife and slashed horizontally at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's lower abdomen contracted and dodged the first knife, but the second vertical slash of the store had already been cut. He had no choice, he suddenly retracted, fell on his back, and lifted his feet.

Looking at the store's single-mindedness, he didn't expect Yang Fan's strength to be able to send and receive freely, his body couldn't help leaning forward, and when he wanted to cut off Yang Fan's legs with a horizontal knife, Yang Fan had already supported the ground with both hands, stood upside down, and kicked him into the air.

Yang Fan was not ready to let him land. He took out a spare sword and slapped it into the air, stabbing him in the chest. How can a sword be enough? Yang Fan went from a handstand to a straight body and struck thirteen swords. The body rotated ninety degrees, and the thirteen swords also drew a fan-shaped phantom.

The cooperation between Du Ruo and Yun Ling was very inspiring to him, and after standing up, the sword was already about to hit the ground, and he burst out again with a bang, during which the Shadow Soul Blade chased and killed the enemy who was about to land.

Everyone was dumbfounded, the sword could be used like this, and the eyes were opened. No matter how strong the fist style is, it is limited to hurt people, but the lethality of the sword is greater, and the three-star martial spirits who can dodge thirteen in the air have not escaped Yang Fan's sword chase after all.

When he landed, he was hit by three swords. When he stood up, Yang Fan punched again and continued to bombard his sword.

Puff, puff, three swords passed through the chest together. The tip of the sword that burst out of its back dripped red blood. The face of the shopkeeper was full of horror, "Your martial soul ......"

You found out, then I'm sorry, you only have to die! Yang Fan suddenly punched again.

Boom, this punch didn't hit the store but was bounced back. "Who is so bold and dares to commit murder in front of Zhu Jimen."

Here is another one who does not distinguish between right and wrong. Being able to seriously injure the enemy in front of you is already a surprise. How can you still have the strength to fight again. This is a world that regards the Martial King as a rookie, what are we cultivating?

"Boss Zhu, he's a thief." The shopkeeper is not dead, but he has injured his lungs. Now that the helpers are coming, you don't dare to shout for help, but shout first to catch the thief.

Boss? Yang Fan's heart was cold, wouldn't it be Zhu Yiqian's existence that only hears voices and can't see people. "Those who are clear are self-purifying."

"Hehe, so you're acquiescing." The words fell, and the person also parachuted in front of Yang Fan. A middle-aged man who is also a realistic three-star martial arts spiritual cultivator.

Yang Fan pouted and said, "It's you who acquiesce, not me." ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "Very good, I like a thief like you who dares to act." As long as you can take my current cultivation into a punch and not die, I will let you run for an hour first. Then send someone like him to hunt you down for a day. His hand pointed to the shopkeeper, but his eyes looked at Yang Fan.

Nima. I'm going back to the academy, so I don't have time to play with you. Yang Fan still wanted to say a few words, but the other party had already punched over.

A punch without any energy fluctuations, how similar this is to Zhu Yunwen's shot! Almighty wants to play you to death, what can you do? See if your life is hard. When he saw the middle-aged man punching, Yang Fan evacuated all his strength and adjusted his body to a natural state. He knows how hard he fights, and the opponent will bounce back double.

Oh, good boy, see through my intentions? The middle-aged man showed a look of surprise, and a temporary burst of power blasted towards Yang Fan, Yang Fan also immediately changed his strategy, and his body suddenly emitted a mysterious light.

"Body?" The middle-aged man was startled, and the strength in his hand weakened a lot, and at this time, his fist had already touched Yang Fan's chest.

Boom, even if it is weakened, it is a terrible punch, Yang Fan was shocked and flew more than ten feet, vomiting blood on the ground, and it was difficult to stand up with his legs constantly exerting force.

His strain speed is still not good, he wanted to burst out to block this punch with all his strength, but only half of it was mentioned, and the person had been beaten away.

"You can go, and in an hour I will send ten men to kill you." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the person was gone. There were only two people left who fell to the ground, and the shopkeeper also fell after the middle-aged man disappeared, lying in a pool of blood, and Yang Fan had not yet stood up.

If it weren't for the phantom's instinctive protection of his heart, his heart would have been shattered. The punch had an infinite force, and the internal organs were still shaking after a quarter of an hour.

Haven't stood up for a quarter of an hour. The onlookers couldn't stand it anymore, and a young man came up and floated him up. "Brother, I respect you as a tough guy, say it, where you want to go, I'll help you go."

Yang Fan's legs were still shaking, and without the people around him to rely on, he would definitely fall. "Thank you, I'm going to Xuanwu Academy."

The man was stunned, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I can't help you with this." ”

Yang Fan gradually broke free from this person's support. "Thank you, I can still walk on my own." He was completely free from his support, and his body immediately shook.

As long as he can get up, he won't let himself fall again. Yang Fan swayed like this, dripping blood and staying away from everyone's realization.

The pursuit and killing order issued by the Zhu family, although it is not comparable to a shadow, is also equivalent to a death sentence for a martial artist. The martial artist who was hunted down by ten three-star martial spirits, he was the first.

The news soon spread. Everywhere Yang Fan went, there were onlookers. They were more curious, and they also wanted to see where the thief who was chased and killed by the Zhu family could go.

What is unexpected is that Yang Fanzhen walked east step by step. It's still the official road! Just walk back to Xuanwu Academy? You are too ignorant of the Zhu family's pursuit and killing order.

It's not that Yang Fan ignores it, but that he doesn't know the road except for the official road. At this moment, he was extremely eager to catch a flying demonic beast, even if it was a second-order one.

It can only be paid attention to by second-order flying demonic beasts, and now this state will be dead when it encounters third-order demonic beasts.

Warcraft doesn't, there are a lot of people who follow them, and the most important thing in these years is idlers, and they are professional idlers, idlers who only watch the play and don't help. Of course, many people stepped forward to ask Yang Fan's name.

How could Yang Fan say. Half an hour later, the pain was relieved a lot, and the ability of blood worms to heal injuries was really amazing. There was a troop behind him, and there was no need to look for the people who were chasing him. If you are not injured, you can definitely run a thousand miles in an hour.

However, half of the time passed, and he had only walked twenty miles. This is already out of breath, and Du Ruo can't be contacted, what should I do? You can only dodge first. Where is Central City East safe? First of all, I remembered from the place around me: "Kunshan." ”

An old name comes to mind. Ten miles north of where you are. At the current pace, it will be there in a quarter of an hour.

This is a peculiar iceberg. According to legend, it was transformed by a giant fish named Kun, and he didn't have anything to fear, but it was very cold around him, and it was impossible to block the power, but Wu Ling didn't dare to enter it easily. It is not a problem to hold on to it for a day with the flames.

Yang Fan marched towards Kunshan, and after walking two or three miles, there were fewer troops behind him, everyone could see Yang Fan's thoughts, Kunshan is not a place where martial artists can go, but for a dying person, what place can not go?

When he saw the huge iceberg, Yang Fan was also surprised, the whole mountain was like an upside-down fish, so the mountain peak was very special, fan-shaped and opened, divided into two peaks.

It's really a mountain made entirely of ice without any vegetation on it, why would an iceberg appear on land? Could it really be the corpse of Kun?

Unlikely, how can there be a fish that stands upside down and is thousands of feet tall? Even if there were, it would have been divided up by the mighty people a long time ago. Legends are all about things.

This decision was by no means clever, Yang Fan had not yet entered Kunshan, and he was already shivering with cold.

No matter how clever the decision is, it is also a decision, and now there is only one result in changing the hiding place, which is to be beaten to death by ten martial spirits.

Spring in the northern region is already very cold, and the wind in Kunshan is even biting, and your feet seem to be stuck on the smooth ice. A serious problem arises, the heat that the body naturally emits will be frozen, meaning that setting yourself on fire here will instantly turn into an ice sculpture.

Yang Fan raised his eyes and looked around, wanting a cave or a mountain col.

Yes, the cave is a large cave thousands of feet above the ground. Cols are also available, but they are the middle part of the fish's tail. Everywhere else, the sun was reflecting.

The higher he went, the colder it became, and Yang Fan relied on his unyielding will to go up with difficulty. He wanted to stop, because if he continued to go up, even if he got rid of the pursuit, it was a question of whether he could come down.

If you stop, the wind will blow here for twelve hours, and your life will be reimbursed.

Just froze to death? Let's hide in the cave for a while. Yang Fan clenched his teeth and continued to walk. The cold wind is like a knife that can't depict the traces of time, but it is portraying Yang Fan's body.

The blood had no chance to stay at all, and the place where it was blown by the wind immediately formed into a solid block of ice. Qi Han slowly penetrated into Yang Fan's body, from different places.

The cave that was close at hand, it was always so far away, Yang Fan couldn't stand anymore, he climbed with his hands and feet and dripping blood. In order to stop himself from falling, he can only release flames to melt the ice, and then let the wind blow to solidify, so that he is one with the iceberg. Can't fall down.

To move forward is to quickly move your hand to a new place while the ice is melting, and when one hand is re-secured by the ice, the other hand will move in the same way.

No matter how tired you are, you don't dare to collapse, if you collapse yourself, you really have to merge with this iceberg. It's cold enough that people really don't feel it. However, Yang Fan's limbs were swapped in the world of ice and fire. This kind of torture is called torture.