couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and then slowly turned his head, he was very scared, because that killing intent was beyond his cognition, and that killing intent made him regret making a move on this sword, it was terrible, what kind of person could have such a killing intent, could it be the one who killed countless monks present?

Turning his head with difficulty, Han Feng saw himself, or the monk who was very similar to his face, so the terror became even more vigorous, looking at that familiar and unfamiliar face, Han Feng wanted to laugh and wanted to say that the two of us looked almost the same, but when he opened his mouth, he found that no matter what he wanted to say, the words that were about to be said were stuck in his neck, and sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead!

Although the opposite side is very similar to his face, but if you distinguish it carefully, it is completely different people, the pupils of the opposite person are dark red, like blood, the long hair is tied behind his head, his hair is completely different from Han Feng, and the clothes are also something that Han Feng has never seen, I don't know where it came from, holding a black spear in his left hand, only the tip of the gun reveals a hint of silver-white!

The face of the person who came was very cold, and the cold appearance made people afraid, Han Feng had a good ability to bear it on his own, but when he faced this person, he still couldn't stop being afraid, he was really afraid, looking at this appearance, looking at the dead corpses all over him, Han Feng knew that he would definitely not be his opponent! No!

The pressure from extinction made Han Feng take seven or eight steps back, but there was no movement on the other side at all, no action or even murderous intent, just the simple exposure of the killing intent made Han Feng chill and couldn't stop wanting to retreat!

He wanted to leave here, he desperately called out that he couldn't run the hall, called Xiao Hei, and tried to ask them for help, but no matter what they did, there was no response, entering the space that was both true and false, Han Feng was only slightly flustered and quickly recovered, but when he arrived here, now Han Feng only had despair left in his mind!

How long has it been, how long has it been, how long has it been since I felt hopeless? Where was the last time, Han Feng couldn't remember it anymore, and at this moment, that feeling of powerlessness came to mind! Han Feng ......

I don't know how long it took, Han Feng was already sitting on the ground, but the one standing opposite didn't make the slightest movement, as if he was waiting for something, standing without saying a word, without sound or breath, and without even feeling any vitality, that sick state like a dead man, no one could stand it!

The sword had already fallen to the ground! Han Feng sat on the ground and didn't do anything, just staring at the monk in front of him who looked very similar to himself, his eyes were full of despair and fear!

I don't know how long it took, maybe the monk was tired of it, or maybe he didn't want Han Feng to live anymore, I saw him dragging the spear towards Han Feng step by step, and the tip of the spear must have been broken wherever it passed, whether it was a stump or a broken arm or any spiritual treasure!

Han Feng was even more afraid, he began to retreat, frantically retreating, running desperately, and the other one followed unhurriedly, and time passed slowly in such a silent chase!

In the end, Han Feng fell to the ground from exhaustion, which could make him collapse to the ground from exhaustion, how long it was, Han Feng himself didn't know, but that will to live supported him to crawl forward, as long as he could live!

Suddenly, a long sword appeared in front of him, blocking Han Feng's way, it was thrown by someone, it was the monk behind him who was unhurried but followed desperately, the reason why he threw the sword to him may be to disdain to kill the defenseless!

Either run and die here, or take a sword to kill this person, and finally die in the hands of the other party, there are only two roads in front of him, get up with difficulty, Han Feng held the sword, this sword is the one that Han Feng pulled out from the cyclops!

The moment he held the sword, the monk on the other side moved, probably moved, Han Feng was not sure, because the person still had that expression, that action! The reason why he said that he moved was because of the suppression of the momentum, and Han Feng felt that the killing intent was even stronger!

Holding the sword in his hand, Han Feng thought of Wu Yazi, thought of Han Geng, if those two were there, seeing his current appearance, he would probably scold the unpretty disciple, and then quickly stand in front of Han Feng to block it for him!

"Disciple...... The disciple is embarrassed!" Han Feng wiped the sweat from his face, and forced himself to confront this monk! And this monk didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him, but looked at Han Feng indifferently and coldly!

Han Feng hurriedly seized the opportunity to recover, he understood that the person in front of him was giving him a chance to recover, but he was very puzzled that it was not an equal battle, but he had to leave him a chance, what did this person want to do!

Now!

He makes a sword, the opponent makes a gun, and Han Feng is at a disadvantage!

He is timid, his opponent is indifferent, and Han Feng is at a disadvantage!

He is still weak, his opponent is outstanding, and Han Feng is at a disadvantage!

In this battle, we will lose! In this battle, we will die!

Probably the wind or something, there was a slight sound around him, which pulled the string that was too close in his mind, Han Feng subconsciously shot at the monk to kill, at that moment Han Feng regretted it very much, regretted it to the point of despair! He shouldn't have made a move at this moment, he shouldn't have made the first move, in the endless disadvantage, he gave up the only advantage he could have gained!

Immediately after, Han Feng only felt a pain in his chest, and his eyes went black and died! Until he died, he didn't see how the opponent's shot penetrated his chest, and it was at that moment that Han Feng had only one word in his mind, one to describe the spear skills of the monk on the other side - reaching the peak!

Being able to die under the hands of such a monk, Han Feng felt that there didn't seem to be anything wrong, but Han Feng didn't see the last shot, only this was a loss, a loss!

The consciousness dissipated, but soon there was a regrouping, and when he opened his eyes again, it was the original position, the original appearance, and even the movements of the monk on the opposite side did not change a bit, every minute, as if he had returned to the archive point, Han Feng couldn't help but secretly rejoice, but soon he didn't feel that he was lucky, the monk on the other side was still the monk, he had already died in his hands just now, and even before he died, he didn't see how the other side made a move!

Han Feng understood that he couldn't dodge, so he also let go, and once again raised his sword to face the monk, this time his eyes were a little less afraid, a little more curious and vigilant, and gradually returned to the appearance he should have when fighting the monk!

Another sound, Han Feng was engrossed, this time he didn't miss, and then he died again, the black spear pierced his throat with a lore capital, and he died without the slightest suspense, just at the moment after that sound happened!

At least this time, Han Feng saw clearly how the other side was shooting, just a simple kick, the tip of the spear had already flew, and then the next second it entered his own Adam's apple, and the eyes of the monk on the other side were on Han Feng from beginning to end, and the shot that stabbed out was like his hand, and this was the pinnacle!

Again, Han Feng raised his sword to block, but failed to block it, and died!

Again, taking a step back, the person on the other side didn't even move his leg and killed Han Feng directly, this time the tip of the spear was stabbed out of the corner of the eye, and he died a miserable death!

Fourth!

The fifth time!

The fifth time!

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The one hundred and ninety-eighth time! Han Feng blocked the first shot! Then he died! This shot proved that Han Feng had grown!

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Four thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven times! Han Feng blocked the seventh shot, in just four seconds of fighting, Han Feng was already familiar to the point that he couldn't be familiar anymore, but unfortunately it was still useless, the eighth shot, Han Feng broke his arm, dropped the sword, and then died in the ninth shot, this was the first time he saw the ninth shot!

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Nineteen thousand six hundred and fifty-two! Han Feng broke through the ninth shot, and even pulled out his hand to fight back once, but unfortunately in vain, he died!

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I don't know how many tens of thousands of times, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, who knows! Han Feng was already numb to death, but focused on the shot of the monk opposite, his marksmanship was at its peak, that gun was like a part of the monk's body, no matter how he used it, he didn't have the slightest rustiness, every shot had the belief that he would kill, and every time he had absolute confidence!

In the hundredth round of the fight, Han Feng counterattacked with a sword, pointing directly at the body of the monk opposite, not expecting any effect, because the defense on the opposite side was also not revealed, and he had reached the peak of his marksmanship, invincible in attack and defense, how could there be such a monk in the world who was both offensive and defensive! Not surprisingly, Han Feng died again!

Among the hundreds of thousands of times he fought with this person, Han Feng was not able to hurt this person once, but that swordsmanship was constantly being sharpened, unlike Wang Teng's, his defense in swordsmanship was completely based on his own exploration, and the swordsmanship was explored by himself, without anyone's support, which also meant that his swordsmanship would be out of any master-level figure in the family, and no one could target him when fighting with others!

I don't know how long it was, it was a mortal shot, Han Feng was even ready to close his eyes and wait for death, but the feeling of being close to death had not come for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the monk had disappeared, and he wanted to shout or something, but the person was gone, was it an illusion!

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of illusion in front of him, as if something had disappeared, and then the dazzling white light made him unable to open his eyes, and when he could open his eyes, he had already returned to his original state!

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