Tian Boguang's face turned pale, his injured right leg trembled from time to time, and the red blood gushed down his thigh, flowing to the ground in an instant.

Seeing that Meng Fan stopped and didn't make a move immediately, Tian Boguang gave a slight sigh, and then couldn't help asking: "Meng Bufan, you and I have no grievances in the past, and no enemies in the near future, why do you have to work so hard with each other!"

Meng Fan stood with his sword in his hand, and replied expressionlessly: "There is indeed no grudge between you and me, and even Meng Mou is not a chivalrous and righteous person, but Meng Mou hates adulterers the most in his life, what do you say you are not doing well, you have to be a flower thief!"

"What's wrong with the flower thief, people who read books say 'color eating', what does Lao Tzu do if he sleeps with a few women?" Tian Boguang snorted coldly, and the disdain in Meng Fan's tone seemed to poke at his sore spot.

"It's really not wrong to like women, but it's your fault to force others, if you can't help it, you can go to a brothel to solve it, with your ability, you can go to a few big families at will, how much money can't be taken out, with money, what kind of Qinglou women can't sleep, why do you have to harm those good women!" Meng Fan's tone was low, but there was a hint of murderous intent.

When Tian Boguang heard this, he was silent for a while, and then gritted his teeth and asked, "It seems that you don't plan to let Tian go today?"

"Not bad!" Meng Fan replied affirmatively.

After a long groan, he continued: "Originally, I didn't plan to take your life, I was only going to go to your descendants, but although you Tian Boguang is a thief, but also a little arrogant, for this, I changed my mind, I thought: For you, death is far more decent than being a eunuch!"

Hearing that Meng Fan was about to castrate himself, Tian Boguang's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said angrily at the moment: "Hmph, if you want to kill me, it's not so easy!"

As he spoke, he let out a low shout, and the fast knife in his hand poured out, although his right leg was injured, but with his deep foot work, the power of this knife technique was not reduced at all.

In the face of Tian Boguang's thunderous attack, Meng Fan smiled indifferently, and the long sword in his hand stabbed left and right, dissolving the fierce attack at will.

Seeing this, Tian Boguang's expression was even more solemn, he originally thought that Meng Fan was just strong in internal strength, and his swordsmanship was not necessarily much higher than that of Ling Hu Chong, after all, where was his age. Unexpectedly, after this handover, he found that Meng Fan's swordsmanship far surpassed that of Ling Hu Chong.

Looking at Meng Fan's relaxed appearance, Tian Boguang's heart sank to the bottom of the sea, he knew that he was in a catastrophe this time, so he gave up his defense at the moment and attacked Meng Fan desperately.

However, his move was still useless, Meng Fan's expression remained unchanged, a long sword always flew back and forth with his rhythm, every time he made a sword, it seemed to have an extra force, and countless sword moves turned into a big net, forcing Tian Boguang to retreat again and again.

Tian Boguang is clumsy, and after two or three moves, he only has the ability to parry, and he has no power to fight back. After a few more moves, he only felt a flash of white light in front of him, and then his wrist hurt, and he came out with a single knife, and his back finally hit a tree pole, and there was no way back!

Losing the single knife, Tian Boguang no longer had the strength to resist, only to see him leaning on the tree pole without saying a word, his face was gloomy, and the whole person seemed to have lost all his vitality in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Meng Fan stepped forward, his eyes were focused on Tian Boguang's eyes, and he whispered, "Look at my eyes!"

At this moment, Tian Boguang's mind was distracted, and when he heard the cheers, he subconsciously looked towards Meng Fan's eyes. At this glance, he only felt that the whole person seemed to have fallen into a pitch-black abyss, his whole mind was empty, and he lost all his fulcrums in an instant.

If someone who has practiced the Nine Yin True Scripture is here, they will be able to recognize that what Meng Fan is performing at this moment is the Soul Shifting Dafa. Tian Boguang was already in a loose mind, and when he looked at Meng Fan's eyes at this time, he was controlled by Meng Fan in an instant.

This Tian Bo has no long body, only knife skills and light skills can be seen, these two kung fu may not be of much use to Meng Fan, but who made Meng Fan have a habit of collecting. In his opinion, even if he can't use it, it's good to use it to enrich the space.

This soul transfer Dafa did not disappoint Meng Fan, and soon, he learned two martial arts secrets from Tian Boguang's mouth.

There is no name for that light skill, but it was obtained by Tian Boguang accidentally, and the fast knife is called the Flying Sand Walking Stone Thirteen Style, as the name suggests, this knife is as fast as the wind, and the knife momentum can even blow away the sand and stone, which shows its power.

got what he wanted, Meng Fan pierced Tian Boguang's neck with a sword, Tian Boguang lost his life in the chaos this time, but he didn't suffer much.

......

In Hengshan City, after Meng Fan returned to Huiyan Tower, Qu Yang, Ling Huchong and others had already left.

At that moment, Meng Fan was about to leave, but unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of Huiyanlou, a young man wearing the uniform of the Hengshan faction hurriedly greeted him: "The predecessor is Uncle Meng of the Huashan faction?"

"Are you?" Meng Fan looked at the young man and said in his heart: This Hengshan City is worthy of being the base camp of the Hengshan faction, and they can find it not long after they have only entered the city.

"The younger generation Xiang Danian, on the order of the master, invites Uncle Meng to Liu's Mansion for tea!" the young man replied respectfully, not slacking off at all because of Meng Fan's youth.

Meng Fan was planning to go to Liu's Mansion, and he didn't postpone it at the moment, and followed Xiang Danian to Liu's Mansion. Along the way, he learned from Xiang Danian that Yue Buqun, Lao Denuo and others had already arrived at Liu's Mansion.

Liu Zhengfeng is the real power elder of the Hengshan faction, and his golden basin hand-washing ceremony can be said to be a major event in the martial arts, and there are naturally many characters from the three sects and nine streams who come to support him. At this moment, Liu's Mansion was already full of people.

As soon as Meng Fan entered the hall of the Liu Mansion, he saw a short Taoist who was aggressively questioning Yue Buqun: "Master Yue, what kind of grudge does my Qingcheng faction have against your Huashan, and your apprentice Ling Hu Chong actually killed two of my disciples in a row?"

Hearing this, Meng Fan's heart moved, and he said secretly: Could it be that Ling Hu Chong found the place where Luo Renjie and the others were holding Lin Zhennan and his wife? However, with Ling Hu Chong's head, he shouldn't have appeared openly to save people, why did he kill two Qingcheng disciples in a row?

Just as Meng Fan was pondering, he only heard Yue Buqun calmly reply: "I'm afraid Lord Yu Guan is mistaken, although the junior disciple Ling Hu Chong's martial arts are good, how can he kill two disciples of your sect? ”

Yu Canghai snorted coldly, and said in his heart: Although the fatal sword wound is not Huashan swordsmanship, but the other scars are Huashan swordsmanship, and you can't rely on your gentleman's sword if you want to.

Thinking of this, Yu Canghai was about to continue to attack, but suddenly, only to hear a "hula", the west paper window was knocked open, and two people flew in.

The two men fell to the ground, prostrate and motionless. But seeing that both of them were wearing cyan robes, they were dressed as disciples of the Qingcheng faction, and the buttocks on the robes were clearly marked with muddy footprints.

At this time, I could only hear an old and rough voice outside the window saying loudly: "The ass is flat and the sand is falling backwards! Haha, haha!"