"Well, in that case, for your imminent death, let you be a ghost who understands, don't go down, you don't understand why you died. Yan Xianming said with a smile, staring at Fan Chen's eyes was like staring at a prey that was already in a cage and could not escape, in fact, with the power of his Yan family in Stone City, how many people who were targeted by him could escape?

In the past, in Shicheng, if anyone offended their Yan family, and there was no support from the big forces behind them, which one was not under their siege and wiped out, he believed that the fate of Fan Chen was already doomed from the moment he fell into the encirclement.

"In that case, please give me some clarification before I die. Fan Chen said, in fact, he was thinking about the countermeasures in his heart, how to get out of the current predicament, he didn't have the confidence to be able to win more than a dozen monks in the late stage of foundation building at the same time, plus a condensing mirror, you know, the difference is a big realm, and the strength is a world of difference.

"In fact, the reason is very simple, our Yan family has a spiritual treasure, as long as your breath is recorded, and then within a radius of three miles from you, it will react, so the moment you approach the city gate, we will find your traces. Yan Zhengming said, in his eyes, mortal dust is already a ghost under the knife, for a dead person, where to tell this secret, he can only take to hell.

"I see, now that you have this spiritual treasure, it seems that I have no hope of escaping, even if I do, I will be quickly caught up by you, I can only accept my fate and let you slaughter it." Fan Chen put on an expression of resignation, and stood there stupidly with a restrained look.

"Haha, boy, you are still an acquaintance, in this case, your grandfather and I will definitely give you a pain, and I will not let you suffer too much. Yan Zhengming laughed and said, I thought I was going to waste a lot of effort, but I didn't expect this mortal dust to be quite good, and he didn't have the slightest doubt, in his opinion, he fell into his encirclement, and this performance was as it should be.

Seeing this scene, Fan Chen was very satisfied, what he wanted was for you to let down your vigilance, only if they relaxed their vigilance, so that it would be convenient for them to attack suddenly, open the gap, and their hope of escape would be greater.

"You two go up and take it for him, let him hand over all his things, and then give him a good deal and send him on his way. Iwashi motioned for the two men around him to go up and do it.

"Understood!" the two of them responded in a deep voice, then collected their weapons, walked towards the mortal dust, and prepared to do it, they did this kind of thing, and they had hardly met anyone who had the courage to resist in such a situation.

Looking at the two monks walking towards him, Fan Chen let out a sneer in his heart, his opportunity came, when the two monks came to Fan Chen's side and were about to make a move, Fan Chen's eyes were fixed, and the long sword in his hand was swung out, and when the two monks were not in a hurry, the cold and sharp long sword cut through their necks, and blood spurted out like a spring, and they died in an instant.

"Be careful, there's fraud, everyone goes together. Yan Xianming shouted, by now, fools know that all of Fanchen's previous performances were acting, just to confuse them, relax their vigilance, and facilitate his escape, I have to say that Fanchen's performance can be called an actor, and he successfully confused the enemy.

Fan Chen's palms slapped on the two dead corpses, throwing them in the direction of Yan Zhengming, just to slow down his actions, and before everyone could react, he had already stepped on the instantaneous step, killing in the opposite direction of Yan Zhengming, and instantly waved the long sword in his hand, and a sword qi instantly killed another Yan family member who was not in a hurry, broke through the encirclement, and crossed into the jungle.

He believed that even if Yan Zhengming relied on cultivation and could catch up, the speed of those Yan family disciples could never be compared with him, and if he dumped these people, facing a Yan Zhengming who had just reached the condensing mirror, it would greatly reduce his pressure.

The angry Yan Raid Ming long knife waved, instantly slapping away the two smashed corpses, and then flew through the sky, chasing after the mortal dust, the monk can already fly the sword after reaching the realm of three condensations, which is an important sign of reaching the realm of three condensations.

At this time, Yan Zhengming undoubtedly had the urge to scrape the mortal dust with a thousand knives, and he was a monk who was a condensing mirror, but he was actually tricked by a monk in the later stage of foundation building, which made him embarrassed, and passed back to Shicheng, he was very faceless, so how could he still enter people.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhengming directly chased after him alone, regardless of whether his group of subordinates could catch up with him, and he was not an easy one to build a foundation by himself, if he couldn't even take a monk who was a big realm than himself, he had practiced for so many years, it was really a vain practice.

After Fan Chen escaped the encirclement, he recognized a direction, exerted his full force and began to escape, if he ran slowly, and then fell into the encirclement, he would not have such good luck, he could run out, and not only to run, but also to run far, their Yan family has a spiritual treasure that can trace the breath.

Speaking of which, Fan Chen really wanted to thank Yan Xianming, it was he who revealed to him that the Yan family had such a spiritual treasure that specialized in tracking the breath of others, otherwise he didn't know anything, and thought that as long as he got rid of the pursuit, he could rely on experience to completely get rid of the people of the Yan family.

However, Fan Chen muttered about the speed of the air condensing mirror's flight in the sky, even if Fan Chen ran the instantaneous step to the extreme, but he was still chased by Yan Zhengming, in fact, this was the first time that Fan Chen faced the monk of the air condensing mirror, and he didn't know how to fight at all, so he could only flee one by one.

There's no way, who let the condensing mirror be able to fly through the sky, and he can only run on two legs, and he can't get rid of Yan Zhengming's pursuit at all.

"Boy, you run, you keep running, you are a late stage of foundation building, and you can still run past me, the great monk of the condensing mirror, if you can run, my name will be written backwards. Yan Zhengming's gloomy face roared, looking at the staggering mortal dust, he decided to torture him a lot, in order to quench his anger at being played.

I saw that Yan Zhengming's whole body erupted with a light blue body protective qi, and then poured spiritual power into the knife in his hand, and a knife power was cut out, flying towards Fan Chen, if this was slashed, Fan Chen in the later stage of foundation building was immortal and disabled, Fan Chen felt the knife strength behind him, and hurriedly turned around and flew in another direction, avoiding this knife.

The sword slashed on a huge rock, and the rock exploded with a bang, and the cultivation of the condensing mirror was really not covered, and a random blow had such power, if it was output with all its might, it would be worth it.

Seeing that Fan Chen dodged, Yan Xianming did not have the slightest wave, and then, the sword light flashed in the air, and the sword power flew towards Fan Chen, since you can hide, how can you hide with so many numbers?

Seeing this scene, Fan Chen's face was gloomy and ugly, since his debut, he had learned to take a quick step, which time he didn't rely on speed to beat the enemy to the point where he couldn't raise his head, but in the face of the condensing mirror, his speed advantage was completely gone.

One after another knife power, flying down, Fan Chen had to consume a lot of spiritual power again, exerting his speed to the extreme, to dodge these knife strength, although relying on perfect footwork, dodging the attack, but the knife strength slashed on the trees, split on the rocks, exploded fragments, scraped on Fan Chen's body, even if the strength of Fan Chen's body far exceeded other monks in the same realm, but still left a blood mark on the body.

Fan Chen's heart sank to the bottom, it is not a way to go on like this, according to the current situation, dodging these sword forces will consume a lot of his spiritual power, and Yan Zhengming is a big realm higher than him, and the speed of spiritual power recovery must be several times faster than his own, and if it lasts, he will completely consume his spiritual power, and at that time, he is really a lamb to be slaughtered, and Ren Yan Zhengming will dispose of it.

Since this is the case, then let's fight, I saw that Fan Chen used the instantaneous step, along the trunk of an extremely thick tree, jumped to the top of the tree, and then, with the force under his feet, the powerful force, directly kicked the trunk of the tree, Fan Chen also took advantage of this force, jumped up, and displayed the advanced martial arts of the Yellow Order in the air, breaking the wind and slashing towards Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming was caught off guard by this, he didn't expect this mortal dust to be so bold, he actually dared to attack himself in this situation, this person is afraid that there is something wrong with his brain.

At this time, the height of Yan Zhengming was only the height of the treetops, this was to facilitate the attack on Fan Chen, but he didn't expect that at this height, it also gave Fan Chen a chance to attack himself, in the face of the wind slash that slashed at him, Yan Zhengming did not dare to be careless, he could feel the power of this blow, far beyond the strength that should be in the foundation building period, if he didn't deal with it properly, he was likely to be injured.

"Slay the dragon sword. Yan Zhengming shouted, then twisted the knife in his hand, and displayed the Yellow Rank Intermediate Martial Arts Dragon Slashing Knife Duel, facing the mortal dust of the wind slash, the two violently bombarded together in the air, and the violent energy directly broke all the nearby treetops.

Fan Chen, who was under the blow with all his strength, was directly shocked by the strong anti-shock force, causing Fan Chen to fall to the ground, smashing out a half-inch-deep pavement pit, on the other hand, Yan Zhengming, also under the huge impact, could not balance his body in the air, fell down, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

Fan Chen endured the pain, got up, spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked directly at Yan Zhengming on the opposite side, the condensing mirror was indeed a condensing mirror, and his full force hit did not cause any harm to the other party.

And Yan Zhengming on the other side was also surprised, is this mortal dust still a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, he was able to fight hard with his own condensing mirror, and knocked me down from the air, and he was not injured, because the realm was high enough, but Fan Chen was shocked by this blow from a height of dozens of meters, and he actually did not suffer any substantial damage, and the strength of this body is not ordinarily strong.

At this time, the two warring sides did not realize that all this was seen by a black-robed man in the distance.