Although he knew that there was little hope, the instinct of survival made the thin man still raise the defensive sword to meet it, the thin man saw the trajectory of the cold light, he actually captured the direction of Dylan's sword, which made him see hope again, it seems that his speed is only so, the thin man continued to condense the fighting spirit on the blade of the sword, and the orchid on the sword gradually became dazzling and vigorous.

The thin man was about to meet the cold light with his sword, but the cold light suddenly disappeared, and the thin man was startled at first, then felt a cold in his chest, and then a tearing pain, which slowly spread from a small spot in his chest until it spread to his whole body. The thin man's face was not so much pain as surprise, that kind of unbelievable surprise, he couldn't believe that there was such a fast sword in this world, and he didn't see how this sword pierced him, when he was dying, he raised his eyes and glanced at Dylan, Dylan's expression did not change, there was still only coldness, he slowly pulled the sword out of the thin man's body, and gently blew off the last drop of blood on the tip of the sword, the blood fell to the ground, shattered his bones, and the thin man also fell to the ground with Dylan pulling out the sword, but his eyes were still wide, and he still couldn't believe his death。

Clark was not too surprised by the death of the thin man, and his expression did not even change much, in his eyes the thin man was just a tool, who would have heartache for a tool? So Clark just muttered, "This waste!"

The fat man next to Clark also glanced at the thin man who fell to the ground with disdain, and said to Clark with a smile: "I told you a long time ago that he was a waste, but I didn't expect it to be so bad now!"

The fat man was very fat, even the muscles on his face would shake when he spoke, and he looked very bulky when he walked, the fat man stepped forward, pointed at Dylan with his finger and said: "I know your ability, I know it, I rely too much on my own speed, in fact, you are full of flaws......"

Listening to the fat man's provocation, Dylan's expression did not change in the slightest, and he still looked coldly ahead without even looking at the fat man.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, that person is not simple!" When Li Yunyang was healing in the Holy Moon Court Sect, not only his skills, but also his insight was greatly improved, although Li Yunyang was standing behind Dylan, he secretly observed the fat man, he felt that the fat man was secretly suppressing the fighting spirit, not letting the fighting energy exude from the body, and the strength that could suppress the fighting spirit was often not weak.

Li Yunyang's words attracted the attention of almost everyone around him, including Clark on the other side, who only then realized that the Holy Maiden of the Holy Moon Court Sect was also here.

The Holy Moon Court Sect's information is really well-informed, but what is the purpose of their participation in this matter? Clark also noticed that the people of the Holy Moon Court Sect are also here, since it is the Holy Maiden who has come, it means that they attach great importance to this matter, and they must find out their attitude, if they offend the Holy Moon Court Sect because of this matter, it will be worth the loss.

"I wonder what the Holy Maiden has instructed here?" asked Clarke, looking at Daisis.

"I'm just passing by, I saw the excitement here, so come and see, you go on, go on, leave me alone!" Dai Qisi waved her hand to tell Clark not to get me wrong, which meant that I was just here to join in the fun.

Dylan listened to Li Yunyang's voice, and his expression changed imperceptibly, this voice was very familiar to him, but he couldn't be sure, but Dylan didn't look back, because he couldn't turn back anymore, the duel between masters, as long as he was a little distracted, he might pay the price of his life.

"By the way, what about Alan's shrunken turtle? Are you too scared to come out, how can you send you little minions on it? You're still young, why rush to die?" The fat man was laughing, smiling very ****, and his eyes glanced at Dylan's face from time to time.

The fat man's words angered almost everyone on this side of the Viscount's Mansion, even if Lord Allen's whereabouts are unknown now, but outsiders are not allowed to fall down the stones.

The corners of Dylan's mouth twitched slightly, he could have kept his heart absolutely calm, but when the fat man mentioned Allen, Li Yunyang was deeply touched, anyone can insult, but never Lord Allen.

A trace of anger ignited in Dylan's heart, and finally he couldn't bear it, he couldn't stand the fat man's face anymore, and he wanted to tear it apart completely.

Drawing the sword neatly, accompanied by a flash of cold light, Dylan had already made a quick move, this qiē was only in an instant, Dylan had already shot, and the cold light pointed directly at the fat man.

On the other side, the fat man was still laughing, as if he hadn't seen Dylan make a move at all, or he had seen it but didn't pay attention to it at all. The corners of the fat man's mouth lifted slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared, "Anger increases your strength and speed, but it will greatly reduce your accuracy!"

Where the cold light flashed, the fat man didn't dodge, and many people wouldn't choose to dodge, unless they didn't know Dylan's speed at all, which was almost impossible to dodge, and it was stupid to have the idea of avoidance.

Just as the cold light was about to approach the fat man, it suddenly collided with a blue light, and there was a "boom", which was almost deafening. That Lan Guang was a sword that flashed with Lan Mang, which came out of the fat man's body, and collided with Dylan's sword, and the fat man poured his fighting energy into which sword, wanting to completely suppress Dylan's sword.

The fat man's condensed fighting spirit was very blue, which showed that he had been in the stage of the Sword Soul Master for a long time, and this color depth was almost about to break through the realm of the Sword Soul Master, which was probably the source of the fat man's confidence. "Your speed is no more than that, people who rely on speed rely more on raids, and every move you make now is under my watch, how can you win me!" the fat man let out a sinister laugh after he finished speaking.

Dylan understood that the fat man was hiding some fighting spirit after making contact with the fat man, and his real strength was much higher than what he was looking out of now! Dylan stretched out his right hand and waved it back, and the sword quickly withdrew, Dylan knew that he couldn't fight hard with the fat man, and he had to exert the true power of the agile fighting spirit.

When Dylan's sword retreated, the fat man manipulated the sword with Lan Mang to chase after him, but this was in Dylan's arms, so I was afraid that he wouldn't chase him!

Dylan manipulated the sword to retreat quickly, and the fat man also smiled and manipulated the blue flying sword to chase after him, but with Dylan's speed, he shook off the sword that the fat man was chasing.

Suddenly, Dylan's flying sword spun 180 degrees in the air, and suddenly flew towards the fat man at a rapid speed, completely avoiding the fat man's sword chasing behind.

The speed of the sword was unusually fast, almost only in an instant, it approached the fat man's cheek, and the fat man seemed to be taken aback, he thought that he had fully understood Dylan's speed, but now when he really experienced Dylan's speed, he really felt incredible, this speed was too fast.

When Dylan's sword approached the fat man, suddenly another burst of Lan Mang flew out, and he stubbornly carried Dylan's move.

Clark behind the fat man was already a little anxious, and scolded the fat man: "What do you always do defensively?

However, with Clark's level, he doesn't seem to see the situation on the court clearly at all, and now it's Dylan who is attacking, but Clark still looks calm and seems to be very confident in that fat man.

Dylan's second sword was blocked, his expression remained unchanged, and he quickly recovered the sword, he knew that if he wanted to beat someone with higher strength than himself, he must not be able to fight hard, he must give full play to his strengths and advantages, and Dylan's biggest advantage is speed.

Dylan had already made up his mind in an instant, no longer dwelling, relying on the speed of his sword and the ever-changing line of attack to defeat the fat man. Dylan concentrated slightly, gathering a powerful fighting spirit, and a blue light also loomed on his body.

In an instant, Dylan controlled his sword and left the contact with the fat man's sword, and continued to jump out and attack the fat man at an incredible angle, Dylan's attack speed was very fast, and the sword flew up in the air, because the speed was fast, as if it had split into thousands of swords.

The onlookers exclaimed, because in the eyes of ordinary people who lacked Dou Qi cultivation, Dylan's sword suddenly split into thousands, and they shot towards the fat man at different angles. Even Li Yunyang, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was a little surprised, he hadn't seen him for a few weeks, when did Dylan refine such a murderous move.

In fact, even if Li Yunyang is talking about this move, he is not completely sure that he can receive it, it seems that this time the fat man should be dead, his mistake is to be too underestimated to the enemy, let Dylan attack up, and once Dylan hits the attack, it is almost unstoppable, because no one can predict the direction of his next attack.

Under the illumination and approach of countless cold lights, the fat man actually took back the defensive sword, could it be that he had given up in despair? But the expression on his face denied it, because he was laughing, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth seemed to have no regard for the crisis in front of him at all, and he seemed to have some backhand.

When thousands of cold lights collided with the fat man's body, they suddenly gathered in one place, and when they saw the sword clearly, the sword was in the fat man's heart, less than a millimeter away from the fat man, and the fat man was still laughing, and straightened his chest and went up directly.