Chapter 137: The Battle That Must Be Lost

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Nie Fan's expression did not move, and his divine sense probed over, but found that his divine sense could not enter Feng Zhengshan's body at all, and there was a very strange layer of something on his body that blocked his divine sense from probing!

Nie Fan's heart jumped slightly, this was the first time he had discovered that someone could block his divine sense, and the feeling that this Feng Zhengshan gave him became more and more mysterious.

Nie Fan was just about to retract his divine sense, when suddenly his face changed slightly, and he found that where the two of them were standing, something was locked. Obviously, Feng Zhengshan used a sealing array to isolate the surroundings from the outside world, his divine sense couldn't be detected at all, and people who believed in outsiders couldn't see it at all, and they couldn't hear what was happening here!

The solemnity in Nie Fan's eyes became thicker, he secretly took a breath, looked up at Feng Zhengshan, and the momentum on his body unconsciously rose.

Feng Zhengshan's face has always been calm, but maybe he has been in the position for a long time, and he always gives people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant. He looked at Nie Fan, regardless of whether Nie Fan noticed anything strange or not, his tone was calm, without a trace of emotion, but there was an oppression that could not be resisted by others, and said, "You ruined our Feng family's knife, if you are willing to be our Feng family's new knife now, I won't make a move." ”

Nie Fan immediately knew that the person he killed on the hill outside the city was the Feng family's knife.

The fighting intent on Nie Fan's body became stronger and stronger, his face was also indifferent, his eyes were calm, and he said, "You can make a move." ”

Feng Zhengshan was not surprised, looked at Nie Fan, and walked towards him.

Nie Fan's heart was pounding unconsciously, and even Feng Zhengshan's calm walking gave him a lot of pressure!

call

There seemed to be a sound of wind, and Feng Zhengshan, who had been walking, suddenly disappeared.

Nie Fan's whole body tensed in an instant, his spiritual sense was opened, and the Seven Killing Sword flashed.

Suddenly, Feng Zhengshan appeared on Nie Fan's side, not allowing Nie Fan to react at all, and slapped Nie Fan directly on the shoulder with a palm!

boom

Nie Fan's figure flew out sideways and crashed into a tree. He turned around, stood up with his strength, and looked at Feng Zhengshan, who was motionless not far away, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes flickered, and his face was solemn.

Feng Zhengshan couldn't see the expression on his face, but he looked at Nie Fan calmly all the time, there was no trace of cold on his body, and there was no murderous intent on his face and eyes.

But the more this is the case, the more terrifying it is, giving Nie Fan a huge pressure.

"Star rating?" Nie Fan stood opposite Feng Zhengshan, his solemn face gradually returning to calm.

"One step away." Feng Zhengshan Road. The tone was calm, not like life and death, just like a stranger's conversation.

Nie Fan's expression calmed down, and a cold look appeared between his eyebrows, the Feng family's ice spirit decided that he had always felt weird, and now it seems that I am afraid that even if Feng Zhengshan** is not a real cultivator**, it will not be much worse.

Feng Zhengshan saw that Nie Fan no longer spoke, his body moved, and disappeared in place.

boom

Nie Fan's expression did not move, his right hand pinched the trick, and a circle of red and yellow flames instantly erupted from his body to all directions.

Nie Fan intuitively felt that there was a cold wind hitting his side, and when he looked again, he found that Feng Zhengshan had returned to his original place.

Feng Zhengshan looked at the flames that were gushing out around Nie Fan, and now they had disappeared, his expression moved slightly, and he looked at Nie Fan and said, "How did you do it?" ”

Nie Fan's expression was equally calm, and he said, "Little spell." ”

This kind of dialogue is not like a mortal enemy, but two strange martial arts masters who cherish each other meet and learn martial arts from each other.

Feng Zhengshan nodded, and suddenly his body moved, and suddenly appeared in front of Nie Fan, and a palm hit Nie Fan's chest in an instant.

Nie Fan's divine sense was useless, and his spiritual sense didn't have time to reflect at all, his face changed slightly, he snorted, and flew out upside down.

boom

Nie Fan seemed to have hit something hard, and his body was bounced back and fell heavily to the ground.

Nie Fan slapped his palm on the ground, and his figure immediately stood up again, even though he was wearing a treasure robe, a trace of blood still flowed from the corner of his mouth at this moment.

Nie Fan's face was indifferent, he secretly took a breath, lowered the surging qi and blood pressure, and looked at Feng Zhengshan with a solemn look.

With this palm alone, Feng Zhengshan's strength is definitely not just one step away from reaching the star, maybe he can't cultivate, but his strength is definitely comparable to the star!

Feng Zhengshan seemed to be testing Nie Fan as well, and he was not in a hurry to make continuous moves, looking at Nie Fan with a calm expression.

Nie Fan was vigilant, but he also became more and more calm, he soon knew that Feng Zhengshan seemed to be afraid of something, and he couldn't go all out.

He Huo Ran remembered the words of the female alliance leader, and said to Feng Zhengshan, "Are you worried about attracting the black and white envoys?" ”

"Not bad." Feng Zhengshan did not deny it, and directly admitted it, his face was indifferent, and he couldn't see a trace of expression.

Nie Fan nodded, the Seven Killing Sword buzzed, and suddenly, his body was like electricity, and in the dark night, he couldn't see his figure clearly, and rushed towards Feng Zhengshan.

Feng Zhengshan's eyes were calm and waveless, and his fat figure dodged sideways with the flickering white sword, while his hands kept waiting for an opportunity to slap at Nie Fan.

Both of them suppressed their strength, like ordinary warriors, their bodies were staggered, and they fought fiercely.

The Seven Kills Sword Sword Mang Sen was cold, as sharp as lightning, but he was always dodged by Feng Zhengshan in a moment, and although Nie Fan was wearing a treasure robe, he still had a sharp pain on his body, and the qi and blood in his body were churning.

Feng Zhengshan's face was always calm, as if everything was under his control, and every move had a terrifying mastery, either he didn't make a move, or he would definitely hit Nie Fan when he made a move, and the palm power was terrifying, and he couldn't even cover the treasure clothes!

Nie Fan's expression was extremely calm, the true yuan in his body was agitated, and the Seven Killing Sword could only see a white light, flickering in the dark.

The two fought endlessly, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was just an ordinary cement road, drizzling and blowing.

Two tall men, one black and one white, appeared not far away, and the two swept their eyes, glanced at each other, and then turned to leave. They didn't notice that not far in front of them, there were two people fighting, and one of them was the person they were looking for!

boom

Not long after the black and white envoys left, Feng Zhengshan suddenly slapped Nie Fan away, and said calmly: "They are gone." ”

As soon as Feng Zhengshan finished saying this, Nie Fan immediately felt a force like a heavy mountain pressing on his shoulder, and Feng Zhengshan, whose eyes had always been calm, had a hint of murderous intent looming.

Nie Fan secretly suppressed a breath, the true yuan in his body rotated extremely quickly, the momentum on his body was fierce, and the sword intent soared into the sky.

Feng Zhengshan still didn't have a trace of cold on his body, and his body appeared in front of Nie Fan as soon as he moved, his palms were cold, and he went straight to his heart!

Nie Fan urged Zhenyuan, his body turned into a black mist, his body retreated, and suddenly the Seven Killing Sword slashed towards Feng Zhengshan.

Feng Zhengshan dodged sideways, slapped the Seven Kills Sword with his left hand, and swept towards Nie Fan's lower abdomen with his right hand like a knife split.

Nie Fan urged Zhenyuan again, turned into smoke, and quickly retreated.

Feng Zhengshan's speed was much faster than Nie Fan's, and he chased after him closely, his palms were as cold as iron, and he was about to slap his eyebrows.

Nie Fan retreated again, his eyes solemn. He consumed the true yuan like this, it couldn't last too long, and Feng Zhengshan had to be solved as soon as possible!

Bang bang bang

Feng Zhengshan slammed his palms on Nie Fan's chest several times in a row, and his figure followed him like a shadow.

The corners of Nie Fan's mouth spilled blood again, his body kept retreating, and there were all kinds of thoughts in his heart, but none of them could be applied to Feng Zhengshan in front of him, even if he exhausted his true yuan to urge the seven swords to be one, there was no guarantee that Feng Zhengshan would be killed, at that time, he would die!

Nie Fan kept urging the true yuan in his body, dodging Feng Zhengshan's palms, he had no power to fight back at all, if it weren't for the treasure clothes blocking most of Feng Zhengshan's strength, he would have been seriously injured.

But the momentum on Nie Fan's body not only did not weaken, but became more and more fierce, and the Seven Evil Sword Techniques were urged to the extreme, and the evil qi around his body was permeated, and the sword intent soared to the sky.

Nie Fan's eyes were cold, and the Seven Killing Sword suddenly rang loudly, the chill soared to the sky, and the Dao Dao sword flickered, slashing towards Feng Zhengshan.

Regarding Nie Fan's outburst, Feng Zhengshan was not surprised at all, nor did he have any superfluous expressions, but his body became faster and faster, his palms were dense, and a huge palm shadow enveloped Nie Fan.

Bang bang bang

Nie Fan's shoulder and chest were slapped by Feng Zhengshan a few times, and all his internal organs were affected, and there were more and more blood stains on the corners of his mouth in the muffled snort.

Nie Fan's expression was indifferent, his eyes became more and more calm, the momentum on his body was even more fierce, his hair stood up like a sword, his eyes were cold, his face was hard, and the Seven Killing Sword was also cold, impermeable, and competed with Feng Zhengshan.

This battle was not only the hardest he had encountered on Earth, but even he had never encountered such a danger in the Cultivation Realm. There is no backhand power at all, and the killer weapon is useless, if it weren't for his tenacity, I'm afraid he would have collapsed without a fight!

Feng Zhengshan didn't have much expression, and he didn't care about the terrifying secret techniques that Nie Fan had shown in the battle, he was close to him, his palms became heavier and heavier, as if he was going to kill Nie Fan like this.

bang

Nie Fan was punched in the shoulder again, his body flew out upside down, and slammed into a tree, as soon as Nie Fan stood up, Feng Zhengshan bullied him again, his palms looked ordinary, but his strength was extremely terrifying, but the stone shattered the stele.

Nie Fan urged Zhenyuan, his eyes flashed coldly, his momentum was fierce, and the seven killing swords soared into the sky, and he fought fiercely with Feng Zhengshan.

"Family master, if this continues, Nie Fan will be exhausted sooner or later."

Just when the two were fighting, on a tree not far away, three people stood side by side, one had a young face, only ten ** years old, and the other two were rickety old men, who were Chu Tianhao, the head of the Chu family, and the two old men from the north and south beside him.

Others can't see it, and even hide the sealing array of the black and white envoys, but they can't hide it from Chu Tianhao. I saw that there was a white mirror in front of them that was blazing, and through the mirror, everything about Nie Fan and Feng Zhengshan was seen by them.

Chu Tianhao's expression did not move, looking at Nie Fan, who had been oppressed by Feng Zhengshan, and his momentum had not weakened, but was becoming more and more aggressive, and his eyes showed a thoughtful playfulness.

"Master of the house, should we make a move?" The old man in the south said. Obviously, they can all see that if Nie Fan continues like this, he will only be consumed by Feng Zhengshan.

"Let's see." Chu Tianhao was also a little unstable in his heart, and said: "He still has hole cards that have not been played." ”

The two old men in the north and south didn't say anything more when they heard this, indeed, every battle that Nie Fan had seen since they appeared in front of them had a terrifying secret technique revealed, and this time Nie Fan had been forbearing, perhaps just waiting for the opportunity to break out.

They naturally didn't know that Nie Fan had been fighting because he knew that the outbreak was useless. (To be continued.) )