A strong wind swept up, and the cloak behind Fan Commander danced in the wind, making a loud noise. "Click, click!" Commander Fan walked towards Zhao Wen step by step.

The extremely oppressive pace is like stepping on Zhao Wen's heart, knock, knock, knock, every step forward, the momentum on the opposite side rises a notch.

No, you can't be so passive, Zhao Wen knows that if you go on like this, you don't have to fight, you will already lose.

Pulling out the only forged silver spear left behind his back, Zhao Wen stomped on the ground with his right foot!

"Bang!" This foot stepped down, and the ground stomped out of a deep pit, and the bluestone under his feet flew everywhere like a tomato hammered by a hammer.

This loud bang forcibly interrupted the rhythm of Commander Fan, and the Xuan Qi that was slamming all over his body was forcibly restrained by Zhao Wen, the meridians of his arms were bulging, and the powerful Xuan Qi was rudely poured into the body of the gun, and the forged silver spear was straight, and Zhao Wen stabbed it out with one shot.

This shot was decent, it was a straight stab, but it condensed the Xuan Qi of Zhao Wen's whole body, and a touch of silver light was like lightning.

Commander Fan frowned slightly, and could feel that this shot was completely different from the previous one, like a ray of lightning, indescribably fast, and flew straight to his chest, stabbing straight at the point, and stabbing straight ahead, it actually stabbed a sonic boom, and the air seemed to be exploded by the sting.

Don't dare to be too big, Commander Fan swiped his backhand, "Cangchang!" The long knife at his waist was unsheathed, and a semicircular snow-bright blade slashed at the silver spear.

"Dang!" There was a crunch.

Zhao Wen only felt a violent qi rush into the body of the gun, stirring up the chaos of the Xuan Qi he had infused.

The whole big gun trembled violently, almost making Zhao Wen unable to hold the gun.

But Zhao Wen clenched his teeth, held the gun with both hands, and moved forward.

"Kill!" Zhao Wen squeezed out a word.

Commander Fan was taken aback, his eighty percent strength of the knife failed to make the silver spear in Zhao Wen's hand deviate from the slightest direction.

However, Commander Fan is also battle-hardened, the blade of the knife is attached to the silver spear, and when it is pressed, the whole body seems to be hanging on the silver spear, and when the spear is exhausted, the gang qi is shocked, and the blade wipes the forged silver spear in Zhao Wen's hand.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the forging silver spear in Zhao Wen's hand was almost cut off by Fan Commander before he was stabbed, and this time the body of the spear was wiped to the same place by the blade again, and he couldn't resist it anymore, and the entire body of the gun was split into two and broken......

Zhao Wen only had half of the gun body left in his hand, his hands were cracked, and blood dripped on the ground along the body of the gun.

Commander Fan sneered, but he didn't give Zhao Wen a breather, and the long knife in his hand turned into a rolling knife, splashing water on Zhao Wen.

Life and death were coming, Zhao Wen quieted down instead, the violent Xuan Qi in his body eased a lot after the release just now, the martial intent permeated his body, and the whole person seemed to turn into a breeze, a little fluctuating.

Zhao Wen's hand snapped forward a few times, and the brilliant sword light that swept over shattered, and it was not in shape.

Commander Fan couldn't help but widen his eyes, what's going on? I read it right, the few times Zhao Wen poked it was too subtle, and it directly poked at the most critical points of the knife change, so that the knife momentum in Commander Fan's hand could no longer change.

How is this possible? It's just a samurai, two realms different from himself, and he actually broke the sword move that he was proud of?

Commander Fan does not believe in evil, and his sword moves change again.

"Ding!" But he was poked by Zhao Wen at the node of the change of moves, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Commander Fan changed three sets of sword techniques in succession, but he couldn't perform them, and he was interrupted just after he made a move, making Commander Fan depressed and about to vomit blood, what kind of weird ability is this? Prophet of Unknown?

Zhao Wen's eyebrows were hot, he felt that a hole was about to be burned out in front of his forehead, and his spirit was highly focused on the changes in the martial intent around him, and any martial intent released by Zhao Wen would be keenly captured by Zhao Wen, and even the slightest flaw could not escape Zhao Wen's perception.

The meridians of the head have been repeatedly washed by the Xuan Qi and have long been unimpeded, and the small meridians are connected, covering the entire head like a spider web, and then merging through the whole body, without any blockage, the moment the meridians at the center of the eyebrows are connected to the whole body, Zhao Wen seems to have an extra world in front of him.

Closing his eyes slightly, his entire meridians emitted a faint haze of light under the washing of Xuan Qi, imprinting all corners of his body, which was visible in detail, and every blood vessel, every muscle, every acupoint, and every bone could be seen clearly.

Zhao Wen finally broke through the realm of martial arts in a high-intensity battle.

The blockage of the third layer of Haori's heart method no longer existed, and the violent Xuan Qi was once again poured into the new meridians, and it was like a broken bamboo, and gradually, Zhao Wen felt the existence of the sea of qi under the umbilicus.

Countless Xuan Qi wandered around him, and when he passed through the acupoints below the navel, a part of it would be inexplicably missing, as if it had been swallowed by something.

However, with the violent operation of the Haori Heart Method, a steady stream of Xuan Qi flowed from the limbs into the tendons, and the loss of the devoured Xuan Qi was insignificant.

Zhao Wen didn't have time to pay attention to his changes for the time being, because Commander Fan's knife slashed again.

The obvious changes in Zhao Wen's body couldn't escape Commander Fan's eyes.

What made Commander Fan depressed was that no matter how his sword moves changed, he was interrupted by Zhao Wen's survey, and he actually made Zhao Wen lower his eyelids and advanced to the martial arts realm, which made Commander Fan feel extremely ashamed.

Since the knife move is not good, he simply doesn't care about any bullshit moves, one knife after another, infusing the whole body with all the qi, and just slashing towards Zhao Wen, like a woodcutter chopping wood, there is no move at all.

But it was such a knife move, the speed skyrocketed, and the gang qi pressed his body, so that Zhao Wen didn't have time to dodge, let alone compete.

The first knife slashed the broken spear in Zhao Wen's hand, and the second knife disemboweled Zhao Wen's stomach, from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, a two-foot-long big wound, and blood gushed out uncontrollably.

This is also Commander Fan's ruthlessness, and the whole body is infused with these knives, such a splitting method, but with four or five knives, Commander Fan will run out of Qi all over his body, and he will not be able to fight again.

This is also a desperate way of fighting, and few people will fight like this, because they can't kill others, it's themselves who die, and it's also helpless for Fan to be true.

It's a pity that Zhao Wen, who barely dodged the second knife, has been seriously injured, and the third knife, Zhao Wen will definitely die.

A hint of happiness lifted from the corner of Commander Fan's mouth, such a talent, dying under his own knife, is definitely something worth bragging.

The more valuable the person killed, the higher the sense of accomplishment.

Commander Fan had no mercy, and the third knife was as fast as a shock, and he slashed Zhao Wen head-on, this time to split Zhao Wen from head to toe, into two pieces.

The knife wound on his chest made Zhao Wen vomit blood foam when he breathed, but fortunately it was split from his right shoulder, otherwise his heart might have been split, and his intestines in his abdomen were severed. The Gang Qi contained in the knife was frantically destroying in his body, and Zhao Wen couldn't suppress it.

Squinting his eyes slightly, a ray of aurora bloomed in front of him, this may be the last ray of light he has ever seen......