Besides, she wants to let go of Pan Zifang has another meaning, she wants to see if the rest of the Pan family is like these people, knowing that it is her family's fault first, whether they choose to cover up and take revenge, or choose to make a big thing a small thing.

If in the end, it was only Pan Zifang who came to trouble them, Feng Xuan naturally wouldn't move the rest of their family, just the wrong person.

However, if their family chooses to shield and take revenge, she should get rid of it as soon as possible, otherwise one day it will be a scourge to the Mu family.

So even if Pan Zifang didn't run away, Feng Xuan didn't plan to kill her, at most let her suffer a little more and teach her a lesson.

The old man heard Feng Xuan describe the ancestor of their Pan family as proud, and he dared to be so disdainful of the Lingzun powerhouse, he was so angry that he wanted to go crazy, ignorant child, he was simply unseen, and he was extremely arrogant!

Seeing that the old man was so angry with himself that he couldn't speak, Feng Xuan withdrew his hand and turned around, retreated a distance, and temporarily stopped fighting.

The old man's breath was unsteady, and he didn't ease his breath, and listened to Feng Xuan continue: "For the sake of you sparring me for so long today, you can take me another twenty moves, if you still have your life, I will let you go!" ”

Although this sentence sounded like it gave people life, the old man felt that no matter how much he listened to it, it made people happy.

It's not that she's too arrogant, thinking that she can kill him in less than twenty moves.

It's her, who has always used him as a sparring partner?

When the old man heard this, he was almost so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

And he only noticed at this time that Feng Xuan was really fighting with him, and the more he fought, the stronger he became.

She was only an eighth-order beginner at the beginning, and now she is an eighth-order intermediate.

Realizing that the sparring she said might really be true, the old man was so angry that he almost died on the spot.

Obviously looks so good-looking, why is he always so angry when he says it?!

But Feng Wei also said: "This may be your only chance to live, cherish it, just thank you for sparring with me for so long and giving you a good time." ”

It was already getting dark, and they had to find a place to rest, and they had to fight quickly.

At this time, not only was the old man so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but even the audience on the side wanted to sympathize with him.

"Good! It's so arrogant! Talking counts! Twenty moves are twenty moves! The old man was so angry that he couldn't speak, gritted his teeth and held on, he didn't think she could do it, he wanted to kill him in twenty moves, it was just a fool's dream.

Feng Xuan nodded happily, and the two fought together quickly.

Even if the old man is a little weak, his left hand is injured, his right hand is still intact, but it doesn't affect much of the battle, the most disadvantage is that there is no weapon available, and her skills can't hit Feng Shu's body, her body is too fast, she can only desperately use spiritual power to protect her body, and use twelve points of spirit to dodge and resist, as little as possible to be injured by Feng Shu's sword, I hope to survive the last twenty moves and it will be fine.

However, he didn't expect that Feng Xuan really didn't use all her strength just now, and it wasn't until this moment that he knew how ridiculously fast her body and swordsmanship were.

Not only could he not see clearly, but even everyone who was watching intently on the side only saw a red phantom, the sword and clothes were red, and she was so fast that she couldn't tell the difference.

It's just a dozen breaths, twenty moves are over, and the battle is over.

The speed was so fast that everyone hadn't come back to their senses yet, and they saw that the two had stopped their hands, the old man was facing everyone, and Feng Wei was facing away from him.

Everyone looked at the old man, as if he hadn't been injured more than before, and saw that Feng Xuan had already turned around and walked in the direction of Mu Yan, it was rare to really let him go?

"You ......"

The old man also thought that he had saved his life, and just as he wanted to speak, a pillar of blood suddenly burst out of his neck.

The old man's face instantly showed a look of horror, his eyes widened, obviously in disbelief, but he couldn't speak anymore, a large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth, nose and neck, and in the next moment, he fell straight to the ground.

is better than Pan Ziyi, and there is no difference in the head.