Finally seeing this powerful man showing fatigue, Nalan Wudao exhaled a lot of turbidity, he was really afraid, the little monster in front of him was tired, Xiao Fan's eyes stared at Nalan Wudao tightly, half kneeling on the ground, gasping violently, he knew that his body was about to reach a critical point, at this time, it was not who was fighting for high martial arts, but for whose perseverance was strong, Nalan Wudao was under the stormy blow of Xiao Fan just now, and the physical condition was not much better than Xiao Fan, so, at this time, Xiao Fan may not be defeated, and Nalan Wudao may not be able to win.

After many times of grinding on the edge of life and death, Xiao Fan's perseverance and desire for victory are naturally beyond doubt, and Nalan Wudao, the first person on the Tianban who has been on the Huaxia Tianban for 20 years, also has the reason why he is undefeated, both of them have the belief that they are undefeated, and the result depends on who can persist to the end.

The battle in the field has been detached from the moves, skills, and only the most instinctive things of the two are left, with the instinct of the body to swing the knife and sword, after a few rounds, except for adding a few scars to each other, making the originally injured body worse, neither of them has made any substantial progress.

Outside the field, the original interested eyes of the old servant of the Xiao family have become ancient and waveless, and the battle has reached this level, it has lost any ornamentality, and the battle in the field is not like a duel between two peak masters, but more like two savage beasts reloading, fighting their bodies, who can hold on.

Now what he needs to pay attention to is that at the moment when Xiao Fan is dying, save Xiao Fan, no matter what, Xiao Fan can't die.

And the young man's gaze has never left the field, the original playful eyes, at this moment, have become solemn, the index finger and middle finger of the right hand are gently rubbing, and the thoughts in his mind are only known to him.

The duel between the two pinnacle masters in the world, there were only two people watching the battle, but they shivered a little, at this time, not far away, there was a voice, the young man's face changed, and at this moment, Xiao Fan and Nalan Wudao's figures finally separated, giving each other a moment of respite, the knife in Xiao Fan's hand was raised again, a knife that accumulated his residual strength, this knife, if it can't make a contribution, waiting for Xiao Fan's fate is self-evident, Nalan Wudao looked at the knife in Xiao Fan's hand, his pupils suddenly dilated, he didn't expect that at this time, Xiao Fan still has the strength to use such a knife move, but Xiao Fan has something to hide, why didn't he have it?

In this case, at this moment, what about the winner or loser? Xiao Fan has the determination to break the boat, and Nalan has no way or lacks the courage to move forward.

"Are you going to win or lose?" The eyes of the old servant of the Xiao family were closely watching the field, and as for the voices in the distance, he subconsciously ignored them, and the young man's actions, although he paid some attention, at this time, he was a little distracted.

And at this moment, a dazzling sword light appeared in the field, this sword light was enough to deprive the two people who were already at the end of the crossbow in the field, the pupils of the old servant of the Xiao family suddenly dilated, and he wanted to rescue, but it was too late, the other party's shot was too fast, and when the sound appeared not far away, the other party had obviously made a move, this was a long-planned blow, the old servant prayed in his heart, this move is not aimed at Xiao Fan, if it is aimed at Xiao Fan, even if he can kill someone, I am afraid that it will be difficult to die.

It is true that the old man wants to hone Xiao Fan, but he must not let Xiao Fan lose his life, if Xiao Fan dies, what is the point of this so-called training.

A door hum sounded, Nalan Wudao's eyes widened, and he looked at the sword light that pierced through his heart in disbelief, and a sharp pain in his chest made Nalan Wudao, the first person on the heavenly list, lose his vitality, and stood like this, the long sword in his hand was still raised, and he turned his head with difficulty, but the person who came didn't seem to give him this opportunity, and the sword that pierced his heart was suddenly withdrawn, and Nalan Wudao's body finally fell to the ground, until he died, but he couldn't look at it.

And at this time, the knife in Xiao Fan's hand had already been shot, not against Nalan Wudao, but against the person who attacked Nalan Wudao, at this time, Xiao Fan would not be naïve to think that someone was helping him.

It's just that Xiao Fan's knife is still slow after all, and after Xiao Fan makes a move, the person has already escaped, and in the field, except for Nalan Wudao's corpse, only a corner of his clothes remains.

Xiao Fanzhuo staggered, walked in front of Nalan Wudao's corpse, picked up the corner of his purple clothes, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A heart-rending cry sounded at this time, "Dad," Nalan Yanyue actually came at this time, Xiao Fan hooked a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, and after coming into contact with Nalan Yanyue's cold gaze that looked like an enemy, he opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything.

Because, he has been targeted by Nalan Yijian, the master at the bottom of the last heavenly list, not to mention Nalan Yijian, he is an ordinary person, at this time, it is not difficult to want Xiao Fan's life.

Xiao Fan quietly looked at Nalan Yijian, with a calm smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at him, a tired dizziness struck, Xiao Fan gritted his teeth, at this time, he couldn't fall yet, if he died, then he was really dead.

Nalan Yijian finally made a move, "Don't," Nalan Yanyue's heart-rending cry finally stopped Nalan Yijian, the tip of the sword was no more than a foot away from Xiao Fan's throat, this scene also made the old servant of the Xiao family who was about to make a move breathe a sigh of relief, "Uncle Jian let him go, my father and him have a fair duel, this account is left for the future, I, Nalan Yanyue, swear, in my lifetime, with you Xiao Fan, will never die." Nalan Yanyue looked at Xiao Fan and said coldly.

A bitter smile spread at the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth, and when he wanted to speak, a strong smell of blood poured into his mouth, Xiao Fan looked at Nalan Yanyue's eyes in a trance, and finally his body fell to the ground weakly.

The figure of the old servant of the Xiao family appeared behind Xiao Fan, hugged Xiao Fan's body that was about to fall, and bowed slightly to Nalan Yanyue, and then, holding Xiao Fan's figure, left like lightning, Xiao Fan was injured, very seriously injured, at this time, he couldn't delay, and he bowed his head to Nalan Yanyue, because he recognized Nalan Yanyue's approach, this woman is indeed worthy of the young master, but, in the future, where to go, everything depends on Xiao Fan, as a witness to this battle, he knows that Nalan Wudao did not die at the hands of Xiao Fan, It's just that at this time, Xiao Fan's injury made him have no mind to explain, besides, to explain, Nalan Yanyue at this time may not believe it, these things can only be left for the future and handed over to Xiao Fan to resolve.