At this time, on the south bank of the Yangtze River, the sword hit like a bell, resounding all over the earth.

More than ten meters above the ground, the divine son of the Xuanming Sect and the goddess were inseparable, and in the dark, flying sand and rocks.

"Wan'er, do you really want to fight me to the death for him?"

Deng Qingdong and Wan'er's swords crossed together, and the two kept a distance of half a meter, Deng Qingdong asked with a cold face, gritting his teeth.

"Yes, I still say that! I want to kill him! Step over my corpse!"

Wan'er's face was cold and calm, firm and resolute, even though her strength was slightly inferior to Deng Qingdong, she still did not shake her determination.

The seed of hope of the Xuanming Sect must not be destroyed in the hands of Deng Qingdong!

"Since you're determined to go against me, I'm going to die!"

Deng Qingdong's expression suddenly became violent, and the anger on his body soared, and he had already made up his mind that he must not ruin his future, or even his life, because of a woman.

When the words fell, he slammed the long sword in his hand and shook Wan'er out.

In the next second, he jumped up, and the long sword in his hand suddenly skyrocketed tenfold, slashing at Wan'er, who was only standing firm after being shaken back.

"Wan'er be careful!"

Tsing Yi exclaimed in shock.

Deng Qingdong's move is to break the mountains and rivers with a sword, this is one of his killer moves, the power is super terrifying, and he is invincible under the triple Linghai Realm.

And Wan'er's is also the third level of the Spirit Sea Realm, but Deng Qingdong's cultivation is the fourth level of the Spirit Sea Realm, and he is about to enter the fifth level, and his full strength is slashed out with a sword, and Wan'er can't stop it even if she tries her best.

Wan'er had no way to retreat, and immediately raised the sword of the show girl in her hand above her head.

Next second!

Clang!

Deng Qingdong's sword slashed firmly on Wan'er's Xiunu sword, making a deafening sound of metal collision, like Hong Zhong Dalu, which shocked the eardrums of those present.

This sword was blocked by Wan'er with all her might.

But she couldn't completely block the sword's might.

I saw Deng Qingdong's sword, slowly pressing down her Xiunu sword, and the blade was close to Wan'er's fragrant shoulder, and there was a tendency to cut off her arm.

"Shenzi! Wan'er is the same as you! But they are all proud disciples of the sect master! If you dare to hurt her! The sect master will never spare you!"

Tsing Yi hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice.

At this moment, the fight between the two attracted thousands of disciples of the Xuanming Sect to watch, and when they saw Deng Qingdong's red eyes and wanted to kill Wan'er, they all persuaded one after another.

"Don't be like a goddess!"

"Divine son! The goddess is your future wife! There is something to discuss!

"Son of God! Someone has already gone to report to the sect master! Stop it! If the sect master arrives! You and the goddess will be severely punished!"

“......”

When Deng Qingdong heard that someone had already reported to the sect master, he immediately panicked.

At this moment, Li Ziyan suddenly shouted: "Deng Qingdong, kill Murong Wan'er, the woman whose elbow turned outward!

She was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, as long as she let more disciples die in the Xuanming Sect, she didn't believe that her father could spare Qin Fan, the culprit.

And her words gave Deng Qingdong a reassurance, and she was worried that if the sect master didn't kill Qin Fan before he arrived, the form would take a turn for the better, and then he would be doomed.

So, he increased his strength, and in an instant, the distance between his sword blade and Wan'er's shoulder was less than twenty centimeters, and this distance was gradually shortening.

"If you stand on the same front with me now, I can spare you! Otherwise, I will kill you!" Deng Qingdong is still fighting for the last glimmer of hope, after all, he loves Wan'er, and he really can't bear to kill her.

But even if Wan'er couldn't stand it, she still responded resolutely: "Don't you think! If my life can be exchanged for his life! I, Murong Wan'er, die without regrets!"

As soon as these words came out, all the people watching the battle were moved.

"This Qin Fan's life is too good! let such a big beauty die for him!"

"If I had such a beautiful woman willing to die for me! I would definitely consider myself the happiest man in the world!"

"It's a pity that such a big beauty is going to die, but people are looking at it indifferently, I really don't know what this man's heart is made of!"

“......”

The people who were recruited as disciples of the Xuanming Sect sighed one after another.

"Qin Fan, Qin Fan, I really don't know where you got the charm to let a goddess die for you. ”

Lin Xinlan felt bitter in her heart, although she didn't want Qin Fan to die, but she couldn't do Wan'er's righteousness, at least she felt that it was pointless.

Because, even if he did, it wouldn't make him tempted.

Isn't his indifferent viewing at the moment the best proof?

If he was moved, would he still be a cold observer?

Lin Xinlan can be regarded as having eaten Qin Fan thoroughly, knowing that no matter how much she pays for him, she can't move him, let alone win his favor.

For such an indifferent man, no matter how much he pays, it is meaningless, it is better to ignore it and leave him to fend for himself.

"Wan'er! You stupid woman! He doesn't care if you live or die! Why do you want to die for him! Admit your mistake to the Son of God! Don't be right with the Son of God!"

Seeing that Deng Qingdong's sword was only about five centimeters away from Wan'er's shoulder, Tsing Yi shouted anxiously.

"Tsing Yi, you know me, no one can change what I decide. ”

Wan'er replied resolutely.

"Ah!!h

Deng Qingdong's mentality exploded.

pressed the sword with all his strength, only to hear a snort, and the blade slashed on Wan'er's fragrant shoulder, and immediately entered the bone for three points, and blood flowed out like a bank.

"Wan'er!"

Tsing Yi exclaimed, she wanted to help Wan'er, but she was too badly injured to do anything.

Looking at this scene, the sneer on the corner of Li Ziyan's mouth became thicker and thicker.

As for Qin Fan, his face was still as indifferent as water, without a trace of waves.

Wan'er was still stubbornly holding Deng Qingdong's sword cut, so that he couldn't cut off his arm quickly, and he wanted to buy Qin Fan time for the sect master to come over.

It was just a piercing pain that made her lips tremble a little, and the loss of blood made her face gradually turn pale.

"You forced me!

Deng Qingdong shouted like crazy, as long as he pressed the sword with all his strength, he would be able to cut off Wan'er's arm, and when the sword was brought over, he would be able to cut her throat, and then he would be able to kill Qin Fan unimpeded.

It's just that he still hopes that Wan'er can bow to him.

However, Wan'er replied to him in a trembling voice: "It's not a pity for me to die, it's just that you have also driven yourself to a dead end." ”

"Hahaha!!"

Deng Qingdong laughed hideously.

"As long as I kill you, kill him again! Even if the sect master is dissatisfied with me, he won't do anything to me!"

"Murong Wan'er, I really don't want to kill you, but you're driving me crazy! Then you should die!"

As the words fell, he shouted, ready to press his sword again.

But at this moment, Qin Fan, who had been indifferent, finally moved.

Because he had already seen that Murong Wan'er was a loyal and righteous martyr, she could not care about her own life for the sake of the faith in her heart, such a woman, but if she wanted to become the mainstay of the Holy Sword Sect in the future, how could she be allowed to die.

So he tapped his toes, turned into a ray of light, and shot at the two of them.

In the blink of an eye, he wrapped one hand around Wan'er's waist, and grabbed the sword that was about to cut Wan'er's arm with the other.

Well?

Deng Qingdong frowned, realizing that he couldn't press the sword in the slightest.

At first glance, since this guy grabbed his sword with his bare hands?

However, there was not a trace of blood coming out of his hands?

Moreover, he is so strong that he slowly lifts his sword up?

How is this possible?

At this time, the pupils of the people present also shrank suddenly.

Since he did it?

So I wrapped around the thin waist that Wan'er goddess couldn't hug enough?

Oh my God, that feeling should be so cool, right?

Feeling that her waist was being hugged, Wan'er's delicate body trembled, and when she looked sideways, she was stunned when she saw that it was Qin Fan.

Since he came to save me?

Moreover, he also lifted Deng Qingdong's sword from my shoulder?

Don't... Did I underestimate his strength?

He is actually not inferior to Deng Qingdong?

Just when Wan'er was shocked, Qin Fan had already completely pulled the sword out of Wan'er's shoulder.

"This..."

Deng Qingdong was terrified to death!

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the sword out of Qin Fan's hand.

So much so that a terrible thought arose in his heart.

This person's cultivation is far above himself.

"Run!"

With all his thoughts, he would abandon his sword and flee.

But before he could let go, he only heard the sound of the bell, and the sword was broken by Qin Fan.

Seeing this, everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, shocked to the extreme.

Grunt!

Deng Qingdong was even more shocked and swallowed and spitted hard, and turned around to escape.

But at the moment when he turned around, Qin Fan's indifferent voice suddenly sounded:

"If you want to run, let's leave an arm first. ”

As the words fell, he threw the broken sword out.

Swish!

A mist of blood erupted, and a bloody arm fell downward.

"Ah!!h

Immediately afterwards, Deng Qingdong's terrible screams came.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

Since he easily cut off one of Miko's arms?

(End of chapter)