In the past, the killing star who was full of bones under the sword was pressed and beaten at this moment, and he was almost powerless to fight back, which was really shocking.

However, everything is not over, the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui is full of murderous aura, his hands are stained with an unknown amount of blood, he has rich combat experience, and naturally knows how to take advantage of your illness and kill you, his body rose in the air, and a jump landed in front of the Zhantai sword, the blade stabbed sharply, with a terrible metallic luster, the momentum was irresistible, the strength was like a needle, and the skin of the thorn was painful.

The tree behind him was broken, blocking the way, and the Zhantai Sword moved half a step to the left, squatted down, held the broken sword with both hands, and stabbed away diagonally.

"Bang"

Like a giant beast hitting a mountain cliff, the air waves soar into the sky, kicking up weeds and dust, and flying everywhere. But when he saw the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui folding the fan, the fan was horizontal in front of him, and he couldn't score a point against the long sword.

"Hah!"

The purple-clothed boy Gong Rui shouted, and with a wave of his hand, a huge force was transmitted on the fan, and the Zhantai Sword flew out under the coercion of this huge force.

With a bang, the towering ancient tree broke off and fell into the mountains, making a loud noise, and the momentum was amazing.

This time, everyone saw clearly that the Zhantai Sword was really unsustainable.

The purple-clothed boy Gong Rui's eyes were bright, and he stepped forward in one step, his hands were spread, and the round blade swirled, like a tiger pounced, his movements were fierce, and his killing intent was awe-inspiring.

"Boom!"

The light of his round blade flickered, turned into a clear light, and erupted, meeting the Zhantai Sword, and slammed into each other, erupting into a powerful storm.

"Poof"

This time, blood spurted from the sword of Zhantai, and his body flew sideways, breaking the branches of many large trees and falling to the ground. And the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui followed up instantly!

As soon as Zhantai Jian was about to get up, the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui descended like a god, stepped into the air, and put a foot on Zhantai Jian's chest and pressed it down

With a "boom", the earth trembled slightly, and the powerful cold young man Zhantai Sword suddenly lay down on his back again, and he couldn't get up again. The power of Gong Rui, the purple-clothed boy, no one will doubt it.

Everyone was shocked, Zhantai Jian, a cold young man with strong strength and outstanding qualifications, made countless people awe, but they never thought that they were defeated, and they were defeated in the hands of this little-known young man in purple.

The sharp light flashed, and the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui raised his hand, and the folding fan spun up, turning into a round blade, cutting towards the Zhantai sword, and this blow was bound to be won.

"Ding ding!!" Two sounds, a figure flashed, lit up with a clear light, and the tip of a sword stretched out under the round blade, striking twice in a row, jamming the fan bone, so that the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui couldn't enter.

"You really made a move?" Gong Rui, the purple-clothed young man, looked as usual, and the slightest surprise he hadn't seen seemed to have been expected.

The person who came raised his head and looked at his appearance, but it was Qin Bufan, only to see him smile slightly and said, "Naturally, you need to help, you can't let the balcony spoil you." ”

With a "boom", the earth trembled slightly, Qin Bufan stepped on the ground, his body rose more and more, his knees bent slightly, and he pushed towards the abdomen of the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui.

"Boom"

Gong Rui, a purple-clothed boy, opened and closed his hands, turned into a pair of iron fists, and smashed downward, and after a blow, his body fell back a few meters, barely withstanding this force.

"Zhantai Sword 、、、"

Qin Bufan forced back the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui with one blow, grabbed the sword lying on the balcony, and retreated to the bronze gate with him.

Untie the Qiankun bag, take out a worn-out water bladder, and pour a sip into the Zhantai Sword, and the thick aroma of wine accompanied by the bright red liquid falls into the throat of the Zhantai Sword.

With a "whew", Qin Bufan, who put away the water bladder, stepped forward suddenly and attacked the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui. Like a flying peng, it broke through the sky, came with a sword, and pointed at the heart of the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui's eyebrows.

The purple-clothed boy Gong Rui was furious, his face was gloomy, and he occasionally had killing intent in his heart, but he pressed it down and didn't dare to reveal it at will.

The sharp mang flickered, and when he raised his hand, the folding fan spun up, turning into a round blade, and the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui didn't dare to leave his hand anymore, and slashed at Qin Bufan with all his strength.

The round blade cut through the space, and it whined with a stroke, like the ghost of Huangquan crying, and the cold hair of the listener stood on end.

The twelve bone swords protruded, with a cold metallic luster, slashed at them with a terrifying momentum.

Qin Bufan pursed his lips and smiled slightly, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he drove his sword forward, and the sword was like rain, as if it had turned into several sword lights, pointing at several key points in the purple-clothed young man's body, pouring out in pieces, making it difficult for people to resist.

The purple-clothed boy Gong Rui stepped on his feet, his body was natural, and he avoided several swords, but he couldn't avoid the last sword that locked his throat, so he had to raise the folding fan to resist, open the folding fan, brush open one side, and use it as a screen.

"Bang!"

Qin Bufan gathered the tip of the sword with all his strength, and hit the fan with a click on the surface, like a fierce beast hitting a mountain cliff.

As soon as the blow fell, the purple-clothed young man barely blocked it, but Qin Bufan was unforgiving, he didn't charge his strength, and stabbed straight with his sword, and in the blink of an eye, four or five swords were pointed, and the purple-clothed young man couldn't resist it, and the folding fan flew out of his hand and hit his chest.

"Boom!", the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui spat blood, flew upside down for several feet, and slammed into the ground.

"How could it be? This man in purple had no power to fight back!" everyone was shocked again, their nerves numb today.

The Zhantai sword is powerful enough! Swinging the sword to kill people is like cutting vegetables and cutting melons, which frightens everyone and makes everyone tremble.

However, out of nowhere, a purple-clothed young man appeared and steadily killed him, and when everyone sighed that the Tianjiao of the Zhantai Sword had fallen, a Qin Bufan appeared, and shocked his heart with a more violent attitude.

Sure enough, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!

"Boom", "Boom"......

In the distance, a person opened his bow and looked north, his eyes were as sharp as a goshawk, as soon as his hand was released, three iron arrows pierced the sky, and the thick arrow shaft exuded a metal cold light that made people's hearts palpitate, and flew at great speed, shooting towards Qin Bufan, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Dangdangdang、、、"

Qin Bufan's left hand danced, the long sword was like a dragon, three arrows flew away, looking at the young man with a bow, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he lifted the long sword and threw it out.

"Poof!"

The sword light was deep and cold, unstoppable, and the long sword cut open the head of the young man with a bow, and the handle sank into a hugging tree.

The long sword was thrown, Qin Bufan ignored it, and turned his head to deal with the purple-clothed boy Gong Rui, who knew that in just this short moment, Gong Rui had been rescued, and hundreds of people protected him, leaving no gap.

These hundreds of people are led by Hong Wei, a young man in brocade clothes, but they are divided into groups, which can be said to be distinct.

In fact, it should be the same, Hong Wei's subordinates are really only twenty or thirty people, and the rest are just seeing the power of Qin Bufan and others, and they are panicking in their hearts, and they are bewitched by Hong Wei's words, so they are just a mess for the time being, seeking self-protection.

"I don't know my brother's name?" Hong Wei stiffened, forced a smile on his face, stepped out of the crowd, and stepped forward to talk to Qin Bufan.

Although there are thousands of people who are unwilling in their hearts, they have to do so, after all, these hundreds of people have been persuaded by his lips and tongues, and he, the nominal leader, cannot be cowardly.