The battle between Han Fan and the leader lasted less than two minutes, and the danger was only clear to the two of them.

Han Fan, who had consumed too much energy, was on the verge of exhaustion, and after this move with the leader, he had a lot of new insights about hand-to-hand combat, which needed to be digested in time.

Now outside the circle formed by several people, Han Fan casually wiped the liquid on his face mixed with the blood and sweat of different people and asked:

"Is half an hour up?"

"It's only been fifteen minutes!" the fat man rolled his eyes, "You can stand outside for half an hour and then come back, don't worry, the formation can't be broken, let them fight." ”

Han Fan was stunned, thinking that the fat man was full of trust and importance to him, but it turned out that it was because of the formation.

But after thinking about it, with his strength, he really couldn't do it for half an hour, although this was the case, but Han Fan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, according to the plot, shouldn't it be his own small universe explosion that made everyone stunned?

Han Fan was a little worried that the soldiers' attacks would hurt him at first, but after being stabbed in the head with a few guns, he simply sat down cross-legged and began to recall the bits and pieces of the battle with the leader, and the place where he sat was only about ten meters away from the fat man, even if there was a real accident, the fat man could take care of it.

It was the first time for Han Fan to experience it, while enduring countless attacks, listening to countless angry shouts and shouts, and then sitting on the blood-soaked ground, holding his cheeks with his hands on his cheeks, quietly thinking about things.

To be honest, if it weren't for the gains of the battle with the leader in Han Fanxin's heart, he wouldn't have been able to calm down at all.

Seeing Han Fan's ignorant appearance, chasing the wind is really angry, so he can make a show of it, and give him a step down, what is this?

transferred his resentment against the fat man to Han Fan, and he had already abused Han Fan hundreds of times in his heart.

Han Fan, who was deep in thought, suddenly noticed a hint of coolness, and he thought it was the killing intent that erupted to avenge his dead companion, so he didn't care.

When Han Fan digested all the things he had to fight against the leader, he stood up again, and this experience was definitely very beneficial to him.

Just as he wanted to stretch, he remembered that something seemed to be wrong, and turned his head to look, and the soldiers behind him were still persevering repeating their swords to themselves.

"Brother, are you sleepy, do you want to rest for a while?" Han asked with a smile.

"Give me death!" The soldier took this joke as Han Fan's unbridled provocation, and swung the sword with all his dantian aura.

The overflowing aura was like a stone sinking into the sea, and the hard and sharp iron sword was broken into several pieces.

"Why? People like you should be thundered by the sky, and they should not be overborn!" After the soldier exhausted all his resources and still had no effect, he cursed Han Fan viciously.

"Why do you ask me? I also ask you why, why do you choose to go to war when our army is weak, and if you want river mussels to compete for fishermen's profits, don't blame me for being ruthless. Han Fan sneered, this soldier was a little too ridiculous.

"Do you think this is something I can decide? Do you think I want to fight? What can I do?" the soldier screamed hoarsely.

Han Fan shook his head helplessly, for a dying person, he really didn't want to explain so much to him, who was not forced, since he went to the battlefield, it was life and death, wealth and prosperity were in the sky, and he had to be aware of dying on the battlefield.

Who isn't?

Han Fan tried the battle moves he had just summed up near the circle formed by the fat man, which was much better than before, and when the fat man said that the time was up, Han Fan hid in the middle of their circle, and without saying a word, he began to meditate to restore the depleted power of words in the dantian.

Chasing the wind looked at the fat man hatefully, although he was extremely unconvinced, but he was willing to gamble and lose the spirit of still having it, this kind of thing was not that he was unwilling to do it, but the price was too great, the fat man's sword was far faster than his speed when he understood the meaning of the wind, and the speed was not a little bit.

After Han Fan recovered almost forty percent of his writing strength, he opened his eyes and got up, and the fat man sensed that Han Fan had finished his cultivation, and slapped a soldier wearing heavy armor with one palm, clapping his hands and looking left and right.

"Brothers, it's almost time to finish. "It's like saying what I've eaten tonight, and the words that come out of the fat man's mouth are plain, but the content is astonishing.

"It's over!" Chasing the wind clapped his hands, as if the soldiers in front of him and in the distance were just weeds on the plain.

"Han Fan, you can take a look at the next thing, you don't need to drill into detail, you are not yet at that time. The fat man patted the bag on his waist, and a long sword with a black hilt and scabbard appeared, and a string of red tassels hung from the head of the hilt.

Han Fan read the book and said that there was a description of those powerful swordsmen, and they were conceived to ten percent of the sword intent, and only one sword came out, and the mountains and rivers were broken.

Han Fan didn't think that the description in the book was exaggerated at all, if the white fairy was to be sent out of the sword, the mountains and rivers would probably be broken.

The moment the fat man held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, Han Fan's brows stinged, his eyelids trembled, and then he looked at the fat man, he was already judging the two of them, and saw that an invisible aura was permeating his body, his clothes were bulging, and his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

Whenever the soldiers who were close to the fat man's aura, countless sword marks would appear on their bodies in an instant, and the screams would come one after another, and the soldiers who sensed the danger stopped attacking, and they felt dizzy because of the lack of air circulation or the excessive inhalation of bloody gas.

Hua Niang had a rare serious face, and her hands slid out of the Dao Afterimage, forming a complex mark.

"White Mountain, let go. Hua Niang said.

"Good. "The white mountain quickly sealed, and Han Fen could sense that the aura was raging within the range of the formation, bringing gusts of wind.

"Hua Niang's poison has spread to a radius of three miles during this time, but this poison needs strong aura fluctuations to be stimulated, and once the red soul forbidden array in Baishan releases its energy, it can just produce violent aura fluctuations and activate the toxins that have entered the enemy's body. Chasing the wind came to Han Fan's side and explained.

Han Baijian also retreated to the inner circle, along with Chuangang and Hua Niang, Hanbai Sword also held the sword and nurtured sword intent, which made Han Fan can't help but look forward to which of the two is stronger, the fat man who has always been hidden and the powerful Han Baijian.

And Chuan Gang had been accumulating strength for a long time, and when he saw her punch bombarding the ground, Han Fen could clearly feel a strong vibration spreading out from the ground.

The dust was all over the sky, and the earth was cracking, and the flat land, which was about fifty meters away from a few people, collapsed.

A deep pit appeared around several people, more than five meters deep and about three meters wide.

The soldier's progress was blocked, and through this gap, both Baishan and Hua Niang completed the seal.

As the red film on several people disappeared, a wave of qi visible to the naked eye spread out.

The weaker soldiers were directly blown over, and they overwhelmed a group of soldiers behind.

"What is the effect of this poison?" asked Han Fan curiously.

"It can make the monks under the Five Realms incapacitated. Hua Niang's words stirred up a thousand waves.

Han Fan's face was shocked, and there was awe and a little defense for Hua Niang in the shock.

"But it only lasts two seconds, because the number of targets is too large. Hua Niang's addition made Han Fan somewhat relieved.

"Ten percent!" Chuan Gang's voice revealed excitement and anticipation, and following Chuan Gang's line of sight, Han Fan looked at the cold white sword that was tightly holding the hilt.

Han Baijian took a few steps, and his figure was already a hundred meters away.

A soft drink, the voice was as crisp as Huang Ying's cry.

A sword was swung out, and the sound of the sword resounded endlessly.

The sword shadow in the sky appeared with the sound of the sword, and it was still the sword she appeared, but the power was more than several times greater.

Looking at the countless fallen corpses, Han Fan fell into a long shock.

The shoulder was patted, and Han Fan raised his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, chasing the wind.

"Look, the fat man is about to draw his sword. There was a slight tremor in Chasing Wind's voice, and it was the first time Han Fan was so excited to see Chasing Wind.

Turning his head to look at the fat man, he saw that her previous momentum was completely gone, and she was standing there very ordinary.

The fat man's eyes were still as sharp as eagles, and his momentum was obviously gone, but Han Fan felt that the fat man at this moment was like a peerless divine sword that had converged its edge.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the fat man, in fact, Han Bai Jian Chuangang, who later entered the team, had never seen the fat man come out with a sword.

Taking a step with his left leg, Fat Zi drew his sword out of the sheath, swept it, and then pulled a sword flower into the sheath.

Han Fan was stunned, Han Baijian was stunned, and Chuan Gang was also stunned.

Only the wind chasing and the flower girl are tense all over, full of anticipation in the tension.

There was no sound, no sword shadow in the sky, no majestic momentum, not even a sword qi could be seen.

"This ......" Chuangang has always advocated violence with a visually stunning effect, and when he saw this, he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Chasing the wind, this ......" Han Fan also spoke, scratching his head, a little embarrassed.

After the fat man put away his sword, he closed his eyes and stood still, regardless of the reaction of several people.

Seeing that Chasing Wind didn't respond, Han Fen turned his head to look at Chasing Wind, and stopped abruptly halfway through the twist.

Han Fan stayed in place completely, just like the appearance of chasing the wind.

Han Baijian and Chuan Gang also sensed that something was wrong, and looked at the battlefield with hindsight.

All over the mountains of corpses!

Within a radius of one mile, no one survives!

A closer look reveals that almost all of the soldiers have been cut off at the waist, corpses piled up, blood soaking through the armor and soaking the ground.

After about two minutes, a few people realized that Han Baijian found that her hand holding the sword began to be unstable, and this instinctive fear made her heart tremble.

Han Fan continued to take a deep breath to calm the shock in his heart, he didn't even notice the attack of the fat man's sword, he just swung it, and the aura fluctuated, the spirit fluctuated, and the energy remnants were nothing.

Not only Han Fan, but the rest of them all fell into deep thought.

Han Baijian was distressed, because she couldn't think of how to block it. Before, it was because she had to obey the rules of the army that she obeyed the orders of the fat man who was the captain, but now, she was convinced.

Chuan Gang doesn't practice swords as a refining body, so she doesn't have the deep feeling of Hanbai Sword, she only thinks that the boss's sword is the most visually effective move she has ever seen.

Hua Niang joined the team earlier and knew the strength of the fat man, so she was relatively calm, but that was only relatively speaking, and the hairs erecting all over her body were a scene that outsiders could not see.

Bai Shan went to see the fat man for the first time, but he looked around and didn't find the fat man.

"These soldiers are so poor, they don't even have a bag!" In the distance, the fat man poked his head out of the crowd with a depressed expression.

"This ......" Kawaoka didn't know what to say.

The same is to say and stop, before and after are indeed two completely different mentalities.