The passage of time was extremely clear to Han Fan, and he kept calculating the time, and every minute passed incomparably long.

The most taboo thing about this kind of protracted battle is numbness, because after a long period of high-intensity fighting, it is inevitable that you will be mentally exhausted after a long time, and Han Fen in this state has lost her previous dexterity and elegance, and even one move and one style have become rigid.

Han Fan's brain was filled with never-ending angry shouts, coupled with the whistling brought out by the sound of weapons cutting through the wind, these sounds were very loud and harsh at first, but gradually I don't know when, Han Fan only felt that those voices were getting farther and farther away from him, and in front of him were soldiers with hideous expressions and shouting with their mouths open, but in his mind he felt that this voice was coming from the sky.

This feeling is very strange, but Han Fan no longer has the kung fu and energy to think about so many things, he only knows that he has to take out the sword, and then dodge the attacks in all directions, front and back, left and right, many times he has not dodged thoroughly, fortunately, there is a film protection, otherwise he would have been stabbed into a sieve.

Han Fan became more and more powerless, his thoughts were chaotic like a mess, and now he was completely using the combat experience and muscle memory he had honed in the past to deal with it.

Chasing Feng had been paying attention to Han Fan's situation distractedly, and seeing that his state had declined sharply, although he still had no bottom in his heart, he was somewhat relieved.

"Lao Bai, how long can your formation last, I mean if you have been passively beaten. Chasing the wind quietly transmitted the sound to the white mountain next to him.

"Until the energy of the formation is exhausted. Bai Shan smiled, of course he knew the caution of chasing the wind.

"How long will it take for that energy to run out?" Chasing Wind suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

"This formation is strictly a forbidden formation, because it absorbs the energy required to convert the three souls and five spirits of the person who just died into the operation of the formation, the defect is that the effective range of the formation is only one hundred meters, but the range of absorbing energy is a radius of one kilometer, and people continue to die on the battlefield, as far as the current situation is concerned, the consumption and replenishment of energy have become a balance, theoretically, as long as it does not exceed the range of the formation, it will always run. Bai Shan said lightly.

"What do you mean...... Even if Han Fan sits there and lets them attack, he will be able to hold out for the second half an hour?" Chasing Feng asked without giving up.

"If Han Fan gives up resistance, fewer people will die, and this balance will be broken. Bai Shan looked at Chasing Wind with a playful expression.

"Then I still have a chance!" Chasing Wind looked ecstatic.

"Although the balance will be broken, half an hour will still be fine. ”

Looking at Chasing Feng's loveless expression, Bai Shan laughed.

"Fatty, you cheat me!" Chasing Feng shouted loudly, and directly shouted the nickname of the boss.

"You can't slander me, you made the bet voluntarily, I didn't force you. "Fat people are especially innocent.

"You!" Chasing Wind Leng, not knowing how to respond.

obviously knows that his boss is scheming, but Chasing the wind is a character who does not admit defeat, and jumps into the pit dug by the fat man again and again.

Fortunately, the fat man's requirements are never excessive, that is, the last time he participated in the war, he wore a fringed long skirt, and that posture was not to mention dancing, and it was vividly reflected in the nondescript category.

This time, you can't let yourself run naked. Chasing the wind thought of this, and felt a little more comforted in his heart.

"Han Fan, be sober, don't think too much, even if there are many people, be clear about your goal, and then use all the ways you can to kill him. The fat man sent a message to Han Fan.

"Good. Han Fan came to his senses, he no longer cared about the crowd that could not see the end at a glance, but chose one of the targets, without distraction.

He doesn't know what the most powerful move he can use is, and he doesn't know what he is best at, he only knows that he has the mantra in the face of a powerful enemy, and he has the mantra of the word "attack" and the word "royal", and at the same time his swordsmanship is not weak, with the triple shadow and the nine elements of the world, coupled with the combat experience honed on the border, it is common to kill the enemy by leaping the ranks.

The soldier in his eyes saw that he was staring at him, his expression changed slightly, and the sword that was about to be lifted from under Han Fan's armpit slowed down, Han Fan seized this gap and instantly launched a three-line rush, and when the soldier's sword was only halfway out, Han Fan had already crashed into his arms, his movements were ambiguous, but between his eyebrows and eyes was not that strong affection, but endless killing intent.

The soldier's eyes were huge, several bloodshots spread on the whites of his eyes, he felt the slow passage of life, he wanted to bite Han Fan's throat, even if it was to bite off a piece of his flesh, but he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

He was a little aggrieved, how could the battle between the monks be as casual as an ordinary person, Han Fan ignored his sword qi and rushed up like a reckless man and pierced his chest with a sword, he had imagined the situation of his death on the battlefield countless times, but he never thought that it would be like this.

"You're looking for death!" A hoarse voice came into Han Fan's ears, and he didn't even have to turn his head to look, he could feel the ** killing intent.

It was too late to block, with the crisp sound of the iron sword breaking, Han Fan saw the appearance of the soldiers who rushed up, a face with Chinese characters, the most conspicuous thing was his thick eyebrows and tightly pursed thin lips, his lips were pale as if he was overly lacking in nutrition, and the armor should be the leader of a team.

Han Fan wanted to pull out the sword inserted into the soldier's chest, but the leader directly stopped Han Fan's hand, and the sword that was also stabbed into Han Fan's chest before was directly shattered without the leader being surprised, and with the next sword that stopped Han Fan, everything went smoothly, as if it was arranged in advance.

Han Fan instigated the power of words, wanting to use this to shake the leader, but it was in vain, the leader's hand was like iron pincers, even if the storm was stormy, I stood still.

The leader is already a monk of the third stage of the four realms, and he is superior to Han Fan in both strength and all aspects, and Han Fan who is resisted is really helpless.

Han Fan's other free hand pulled out the short dagger that had been placed on his waist and slashed it through it.

The leader's experience is also extremely rich, leaning back to dodge this blow, increasing the strength of the hand against the sword, Han Fan waved a short dagger and continued to attack, but was kicked by the leader in the lower abdomen and flew out.

Turning over and jumping up, Han Fan leaned over and rushed forward again, the leader sneered disdainfully, unreasonable Laipi play? Before he cultivated, he was fighting in the market every day, how could he be considered half an expert.

Han Fan grinned imperceptibly, and he had figured out the leader's moves.

The leader knew Han Fan's routine, threw away the long sword with only the hilt left, and simply faced the enemy with his bare hands, the leader continued to analyze the weakness of the light red film on Han Fan's body, it couldn't block all the attacks.

Han Fan stabbed with a sword, and the leader waved his arm to slap it away, at this time Han Fan suddenly changed the direction of the horizontal sword, the leader's forearm met the blade, and Han Fan's sword that was clearly stabbing forward suddenly stopped, his wrist shook, and the blade accompanied the forearm of the leader.

The leader is also a ruthless man, he quickly took two steps forward, and the advance of his body drove his forearm from the position of the sword head to the hilt of the sword, and fresh blood appeared on the sword body, and the leader did not frown, and his knee hit Han Fan's lower abdomen.

Han Fan had already expected it, and with the cuff of his other hand, he slapped the brocade bag on his waist, and a dagger appeared in his hand and plunged it into the leader's knee.

The leader's expression was calm, his knees sank suddenly, and he clenched his fist with one hand and slammed it towards Han Fan's waist, this blow was his real blow, this blow contained dark energy, and the force was penetrating, he didn't believe that the film could still be prevented.

Han Fan had long been aware of the leader's tricks, and when he turned his wrist, the tip of the dagger changed, and he withdrew his hand back to his waist.

The leader's punch hit Han Fan, and Han Fan's dagger also left a scar on his inner wrist to his knuckles, this time he was knocked out Han Fan could clearly feel a force penetrating into his body, his mouth was sweet, and a stream of blood gushed out of his throat, Han Fan was also a person who refused to admit defeat, and forcibly swallowed the blood.

Without giving Han Fan a chance to rush forward again, the surrounding soldiers took advantage of Han Fan's fall to the ground and attacked countless times.

With the help of the film to resist all the attacks, taking the opportunity to hide a dagger in the sleeve of the sword, Han Fan got up and swept with a sword, and the surrounding soldiers retreated in time, and when Han Fan saw the leader again, he had already bandaged the wound on the wrist that had been cut by the dagger.

Because Han Fan's sword was extremely tricky, it cut the artery on the wrist, fortunately, the monk was also different from ordinary people, the leader controlled the blood flow of the wound, and bandaged it in time to stop the injury, as for the injury on the other arm, although it looked terrifying, it was far less fatal, and the time was pressing, so it was too late to deal with it.

Han Fan ignored the soldiers around him, paused for two seconds to relieve the pain in his waist, and rushed forward again.

The leader pushed away the soldiers who were trying to help him out, and strode to meet him.

With these two experiences, Han Fan didn't dare to say that he had completely mastered the leader's moves, but at least he could guarantee that he would not suffer the loss of the previous punch.

It was still a familiar sword stab, the leader smiled disdainfully, and it was just a little trick back and forth, but he was also a person who was unwilling to give in, and he still raised his hand to block it, and it was still the injured forearm.

It's just that this time Han Fen no longer turned the blade, the momentum continued, the forearm successfully slapped on the sword body, and Han Fan's original sword that stabbed the leader's heart completely deviated, but this time Han Fen actually abandoned the sword directly, and the purpose of this sword was just to narrow the distance between the two.

The dagger in his left hand appeared, and stabbed at the leader's waist with the inertia of rushing forward, exactly the same position as where Han Fan was hit.

"Heh!" the leader sneered, and a tooth for a tooth was a little tender.

The leader held the sword that Han Fan let go, regardless of the blade cutting his palm, sinking to block the blow, the dagger and the long sword collided and rubbed out of sparks, Han Fan abandoned the dagger again, because the momentum of the forward rush was not exhausted, Han Fan and the leader passed by, and the sight of the two fell into the blind spot at the same time, at this time, neither side could see each other.

It was also the moment after the body was wiped that Han Fan launched the Five Elements Floating Feather.

The five elements are fluttering, and the body is floating like feathers, which makes people wonder where to go next.

Han Fan's body that had been rushing forward suddenly retreated, and a dagger was drawn between the sleeves of his sword, and the dagger was firmly stabbed into the leader's back, the length of the dagger could not penetrate the leader's thick chest, but it was more than enough to pierce his heart.

With one hit, Han Fan didn't even pull out the dagger before he used the fluttering feather to dodge and retreat again, like a fallen leaf in a frenzy.

The leader's grasp missed, and he staggered a few steps, his pupils dilated violently, and his face was incredulous.

It was only at this time that he remembered Han Fan's strange posture, and thought that Han Fan was not as straightforward as him, and not every attack had to be frontal and tough.

The leader smiled miserably, the strength of his whole body was passing rapidly, and he stared at Han Fan with wide eyes.

"I'm not convinced!" the leader's voice was hoarse, full of unwillingness.

"If you don't accept it, you die. Han Fan said coldly, and there was still a faint pain in his waist.

The leader, who was also a real man, took the spear of the soldier who came up to him next to him, and plunged it into the ground against his crumbling body.

The leader's aura dissipated, and he stared, standing and dying on the battlefield.

Han Fan's heart was shocked, even if he was an enemy, he was also worthy of admiration.

It's just that the battlefield is a battlefield after all, if Han Fan released water today, then he would be the one who died here.

The left hand clenched into a fist and slammed it on the chest, which was a knightly salute in the previous life, and it was also Han Fan's respect for the leader.