Fan Zhitian, who never thought that he would die, never considered asking anyone for help. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

From the day he was born, Fan Zhitian knew that because his family was too powerful, no matter how ordinary he was, he was still a high-ranking figure.

Usually, it is others who ask for themselves, how can they ever ask others?

However, now, in the face of imminent death, Fan Zhitian, who was full of fear, sent a plea for help to others for the first time in his life, and the person who was asked was still the person he had just sneered at.

After all, in the whole scene, Yan is Fan Zhitian's only hope.

Looking at Fan Zhitian who was trying to help, Han Xiaowu did not have a trace of soft-heartedness, if Fan Zhitian still had a trace of humanity, maybe, Han Xiaowu would really not be a killer.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Not to mention how disgusting Fan Zhitian's past actions were, just today, his words, deeds and threats against Han Xiaowu doomed him to no possibility of living.

Everyone knows that if Fan Zhitian does not die today, he will inevitably come to take revenge on Han Xiaowu in blood.

Since both horizontal and vertical will be retaliated against, Han Xiaowu will naturally choose the path that makes him more happy.

"No one will save you, since others dare not kill you, then I will end you." Han Xiaowu's murderous intent was determined, and as soon as he raised his palm, the last hand of the Heavenly Buddha was decisively unleashed.

Lying in a pool of blood, struggling to support his body, when the huge golden palm print, carrying unparalleled pressure, quickly patted in, Fan Zhitian's pupils were dilating, and his heart was terrified, he knew very well that he could no longer survive this attack.

Not to mention the hand of the Heavenly Buddha of the second order, at this moment, it is the fierce kick of ordinary people, and the seriously injured Fan Zhitian is afraid that he will die immediately.

Fan Zhitian doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die, after being a dignified Fan clan, he can have a better future, supreme power, endless wealth, and as many wonderful beauties as he wants.

There is no need to fight, there is no need to fight at all, the day he was born, all this can be obtained if he wants to, not because of anything else, just because Fan Zhitian is a member of the Fan clan.

Because of this, Fan Zhitian has always been empty-eyed, otherwise, there would not be an arrogant and lawless little devil in the treasure cultivation world.

"Swallow..."

Under the pressure of the golden giant palm, the terrifying pressure made Fan Zhitian, who was seriously injured, unable to swallow his words anymore.

Snot and tears flowed, his face was full of horror, now Fan Zhitian, where is the demeanor of a dignified young master.

"Die, you scourge in the treasure cultivation world." Thinking about meeting such a person who has lost his conscience today, Xiao Hei feels that his luck is gone.

Rumble!

However, the scene that should have happened did not happen, and after a sudden roar sounded, the powerful attack of the Heavenly Buddha's hand was actually defused in an instant.

When Han Xiaowu and the others reacted, they found that Yan Zheng, who had not moved, was already standing in the position where the hand of the Heavenly Buddha was about to attack.

Yan Zheng was holding Fan Zhitian, who was about to pass out in one hand, and after resisting the attack of the Heavenly Buddha's hand with the other, he was about to take it back.

His movements are lightly written, and it can be seen that even if he is the hand of a Heavenly Buddha of the second order, it is difficult to have the slightest ripple in front of Yan Zheng, one of the Seven Heroes of the Spiritual Fire.

Of course, this is not surprising, one of the Seven Heroes of Spiritual Fire is one of the seven strongest spiritual cultivators, and Han Xiaowu is currently only a seventh-order mortal cultivator, so the gap between the two sides can no longer be measured by hugeness, and it is not at the same level at all.

I really didn't expect that Yan Zheng would really make a move to stop him, and after a slight surprise, Han Xiaowu asked, "Patriarch Yan, what do you mean by this?" ”

"Alas..."Yan Zheng sighed helplessly, and replied: "Little brother, you must not kill him with your own hands, don't think that I am saving him by doing this, in fact, I am saving you by doing this, little brother, do you understand?" ”

Han Xiaowu sneered: "Hehe, Patriarch Yan's kindness, I, Han Xiaowu, really can't be complimented, a person who is bent on killing me, but Patriarch Yan saved him, what kind of door is this for my good?" ”

Even in the face of Yan Zheng, one of the strongest spiritual cultivators, Han Xiaowu did not have a trace of timidity.

Originally, before coming to Rock City, he didn't expect the situation in front of him, whether it was Yan Zheng or Fan Zhitian, it was an accident.

Fan Zhitian is just that, he can handle it completely, but Yan Zheng is too special, one of the strongest spiritual cultivators, this is something that Han Xiaowu can't match now.

But even if he was beaten by a finger and scattered, Han Xiaowu would not swallow his anger in front of Yan Zheng, since Yan Zheng wanted to save Fan Zhitian, then Han Xiaowu had to fight hard.

"Han Xiaowu, right?" Yan was smiling, and there was no trace of hostility on his body: "Hehe, little brother Han, you are quite stubborn, but I am really for your good, I don't want you to die early, I hope you can grow up slowly and be able to get super second-order skills, do you know how difficult it is?" ”

"This guy surnamed Yan, although he stopped us from killing that bastard, but it seems that he is really good, I Xiao Hei doesn't hate him, and it's strange to say it..."Xiao Hei said with a feeling of self.

"Hehe..."Hearing Xiao Hei say this, Yan Zheng smiled at him.

At this time, Fan Zhitian, who had not completely passed out, tried his best to look up at Han Xiaowu, and he could find that a strong killing intent quickly flashed in his eyes.

"Your name is Han Xiaowu, right... I, Fan Zhitian, will not let you go! After secretly swearing in his heart, Fan Zhitian really couldn't support it, and finally passed out completely.

"Patriarch Yan, no matter how much you think about me, Xiao Wu, I thank you here first, but today I have to kill him, I am not afraid of his family's revenge, and I hope that the Yan patriarch will be perfect." Han Xiaowu said calmly and seriously to Yan Zheng.

Everyone watched nervously, they were all afraid that Fan Zhitian would survive, and they were afraid of Fan Zhitian's bloody revenge.

But if Yan Zheng wants to save people today, everyone knows that no one can stop him.

Sensing Han Xiaowu's seriousness, Yan Zheng became even more helpless, from the bottom of his heart, he really liked Han Xiaowu, a young man.

Regardless of whether Han Xiaowu is a genius, this arrogance alone makes Yan Zheng appreciate it very much, because Yan Zheng understands that in the face of the powerful Fan clan, there are few people in the world who dare to do this.

Even he, Yan Zheng, didn't dare to kill Fan Zhitian easily, and Yan Zheng felt ashamed of himself for this alone.

"Little Brother Han..."Yan Zheng still wanted to persuade, but Han Xiaowu suddenly moved.

Phantom Infinity!

This is Han Xiaowu's most peculiar super third-order footwork at present, which can greatly increase his speed, there is no way, in the face of the powerful Yan Zheng, casting Phantom Wuji is the only possibility.

Weaken all skills to the limit and use them all to increase speed, so to speak, this is the fastest limit at the moment.

Of course, after all the skills are weakened, the only means of attack is brute force, and Han Xiaowu's brute force power is comparable to the extreme power skill, which is enough to kill the dying Fan Zhitian.

Bang!

After stepping out of a crack in the ground, Han Xiaowu slammed his fist and aimed directly at Fan Zhitian's vital point.

Everyone present was suddenly shocked, Yan was just the same, he was also taken aback, because Han Xiaowu's speed was beyond everyone's imagination, normally speaking, a seventh-order mortal cultivator would never be able to possess such an astonishing speed.

Although it was unexpected, Yan Zheng was one of the strongest spiritual cultivators after all, and after his instantaneous reaction, his sideways was a dodge move.

Han Xiaowu's fist brushed Fan Zhitian's hair, and it was only a trace away from his life.

After dodging, Yan Zheng had a look of surprise on his face: "Little Brother Han, your speed..."

The raid was unsuccessful, and he knew that there was no more chance, and Han Xiaowu, who was completely standing, turned around and showed a wry smile: "It seems that today, Patriarch Yan is determined to save this Fan Zhitian." ”

Couldn't be... After seeing Han Xiaowu's unimaginable speed, Yan Zheng suddenly guessed a possibility, and he thought of the shocking scene in the sky above the location of the Holy Flame Hall last night.

Last night was destined to be a sleepless night, and last night's miracles in the history of the treasure cultivation world were happening.

Yan Zheng was fortunate to be in Rock City, not far away, last night, and he witnessed the beginning and end of this miracle.

This miracle shook the soul!

"Little Brother Han, you... Last night..."Yan Zheng was a little incoherent, he really couldn't believe his own judgment, if everything was true, then... The young man who is only fifteen or sixteen years old in front of him is inevitably ......

Yan Zheng's gaze fell on Han Xiaowu, after practicing for tens of thousands of years, Yan Zheng had never looked at a person so seriously like at this moment.