Han Fan and Xin'an took the lead on the bridge, a total of eleven people, and the sentries in the opposite camp hurriedly beat the war drums when they saw this, and after a while, all the red-armored soldiers in the opposite camp went out.

As the so-called enemies were very red when they met, the two sides did not provoke or say cruel words, and the general on the opposite side also assigned eleven people to play after seeing the eleven people on the bridge.

Two second-order realms, eight second-order second-order, eight second-realm fifth-order.

On the opposite side of the bridge, two second-order second-order people walked behind them, while several fifth-order ones went straight to Han Fan and came over with peace of mind, without any words, the moment they got on the bridge, the battle had already begun.

The opposite side obviously wants to solve the two weak ones first, and then besiege the rest together.

Han Fan sneered, and launched the triple shadow to rush forward with a sword.

Among the soldiers watching the battle on the shore, Wei Zheng nodded with satisfaction, even he couldn't tell which was Han Fan's real body.

"It's a sect disciple, despicable and shameless!" exclaimed the soldier opposite!

"What about the disciples of the sect, it's just a second-order cultivation. ”

Returning to the Nai River Bridge, an emerald green sword light swept by, followed by a head flying.

Last night, when Han Fan practiced his sword, he thought of a brilliant way, which was to attach the power of words to the weapon, so that no one would think of the power of words.

The exclamations came and went, the second realm and the fifth order, a sword was killed in seconds, and it was cut off together with the blocked weapons.

"Is it a spiritual weapon?" a soldier spoke.

There are five types of weapons, which are divided into mortal weapons, treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, immortal weapons, and artifacts from low to top.

Seeing that his companion was killed, the rest of the people immediately pointed their fingers at Han Fan and besieged him.

Han Fan retreated, and the little monk ran straight past Han Fan.

"Peace of mind, return to ......" Han Fan stopped abruptly halfway through his words, only to see Xin'an's face full of anger, rushing into the crowd like a wolf into a flock, inserting two fingers into the eyes of the enemy, reflexively jumping on another enemy soldier, and his elbow directly burst his head.

A bloody massacre was staged.

Han Fan and the rest of the soldiers who went into battle were full of shock, and they didn't even know that blood was splashed on their faces.

Han Fan found that the little monk was not in the right state and ordered the rest of the soldiers to retreat.

A few minutes passed, and the bridge was littered with severed limbs, blood, broken organs,*, like purgatory on earth.

Except for the little monk, not to mention the living mouth, there is not even a single intact corpse.

"Peace of mind. Han Fan shouted.

Xin'an panted, hearing Han Fan's voice, his face gradually calmed down, and he turned his head to look at Han Fan, covered in blood.

He walked briskly, the blood on his face dripping down his cheeks onto the bridge, and the blood on his cuffs kept dripping, like a man in water.

Although the soldiers said that they had fought bloody battles all year round, they had never seen such a method of tearing the enemy apart, and it was the first time they had seen such a cruel way.

The soldiers subconsciously retreated, with horror on their faces, Han Fan looked at the little monk's pure and bright eyes, and the joy of inviting merit, he stepped forward, the little monk stopped in front of Han Fan, Han Fan wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve.

"Let's go, we won. Han Fan patted him on the shoulder as he did on the first day.

"Hmm!"

The roar of celebration sounded, only this time, the victory Han Fan's side.

After the miscellaneous servants cleaned up the corpse, after the enemy returned to the camp, Han Fen pulled the little monk to wash off the blood stains on his body in Naihe, the little monk regained his white and immature face, his eyes were still bright, Han Fen only felt that drinking the water in his mouth every day was not as clear as his eyes.

The scars on the little monk's arms healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Han Fan was amazed to see it.

"Brother Han, you don't have anything to ask me?" After returning to the camp, the little monk asked timidly.

"You can't control your emotions in a fight, I can tell. Han Fan responded.

"Yes, but I found that you were able to awaken my anomaly. The little monk replied.

In the following time, Han Fan and the little monk would take the initiative to launch a death battle every day, and Han Fan's combat skills and spiritual power control became more and more sophisticated.

The little monk was surprised to find that he would not attack Han Fan after falling into a state of anger, which made the little monk extremely happy.

Han Fan and the little monk also managed to win the respect of the soldiers in the camp, and after ten days, Han Fan began to take the little monk to participate in the melee.

The little monk has innate fighting skills and perverted self-healing ability, plus he is a refining body stream, and his physical strength is already stronger than ordinary people, Han Fan has the power of golden words, as long as he does not encounter the cultivation of the Three Realms, he is fully capable of killing, even if he encounters the Three Realms, he can barely save his life.

Wei is the one who witnessed Han Fan's growth, he was already numb from the shock before, and the sparring had stopped yesterday because he found that he could no longer beat Han Fan.

Time passed quietly in the constant war every day, and a year passed, Han Fan and the little monk had already made a name for themselves on the Naihe border, Han Fan was called the Jade Sword, and the little monk was called the mad demon, as long as two people participated in the war, victory was already predetermined.

The matter of the two had reached the ears of the Emperor of Danyang City, and he sent a monk from the imperial court to Naihe.

On this day, the atmosphere in the enemy's main camp was depressing, and the enemy's general Zhang Ling's face was gloomy.

"If we continue to fight like this, we soldiers will all be killed!" said the imperial monk appointed from Danyang City.

"That's the soldier I brought out with my own hands, I know better than you, but what can I do?" Zhang Ling's voice was hoarse.

"In the next battle to the death, I'll go up, and I'll practice a spell that can hide my strength. The monk of the imperial court said coldly.

"If it is discovered, it will not become a laughing stock, the two armies have been fighting for so many years, and this situation has not occurred. Zhang Ling hesitated.

"This is war, but it's not your rules of the rivers and lakes, it's not a playhouse, there are never any rules on the scene, understand?" the court monk pointed at Zhang Ling's nose and shouted angrily.

Zhang Ling dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, the other party was a monk enshrined in the imperial court, and he was appointed by the emperor to come, although both of them were the first order of the three realms, but Zhang Ling had to keep his voice down everywhere.

"That'...... Just do as you say. Zhang Ling responded.

"Hmph. The court monk snorted coldly and turned to leave.

In a year's time, Han Fan was already a sixth-order cultivator in the second realm, and the progress of the little monk's refining body flow was a little slower, which was inferior to Han Fan's first-order.

Han Fan and the little monk were inseparable, and the soldiers slowly accepted the little monk, some people laughed that the little monk simply obeyed Han Fan, and the little monk would blush when he heard this, and his already delicate face made people look more like a woman.

In the morning, Han Fan sat on the side fishing, and the little monk squatted on the side with a look of anticipation.

The two didn't take the border seriously, they were blatant, talking and laughing.

"Han Fan, someone is coming from the other side. The little monk said.

Han Fan looked up, and ten enemy soldiers in red armor went straight up to the Naihe Bridge.

"Yo! Han Fan sighed.

"Let's go. The little monk said, the two got up and went back to the camp, still as usual, eight people at random, Han Fan and the two changed into cyan armor, he was a little uneasy, for a year, the two of them killed the opposite side of the frightened, why did they suddenly take the initiative to start a death battle this time?

Han Fan put on his own cold glow and kept an eye on it.

The moment they got on the bridge, the two armies charged at the same time, only the two of them rushed forward on Han Fan's side, and the rest of the soldiers stayed still, mainly because the little monk was crazy and did not distinguish between the enemy and me, and with the strength of the two, they didn't need to make a move.

Han Fan now has a set of his own swordsmanship, and the purpose of swordsmanship is to be fast, unexpectedly fast, and most suitable for the rhythm of the battlefield.

It had been a long time since he had used the power of words, and with just a long sword, he had not encountered an opponent within a radius of three feet.

As the four enemy soldiers were blocked by Han Fan's sword, Han Fan felt a little relieved, he looked at the little monk who killed Zhenghuan, and felt that he was thinking too much.

But Han Fan didn't know that after being on the battlefield for a long time, he would develop an intuition that was especially sensitive to danger, but Han Fan regarded it as an illusion.

The court monks on the bridge have been waiting for the opportunity, after all, the two are used to winning, they lost their vigilance, and took advantage of the gap when the little monk made a move.

Right now, the monk took out the sudden poison dagger hidden in his sleeve, launched the cultivation of the Three Realms, and his figure flashed, and even the dagger crashed into the arms of the little monk.

As if worried that he was not dead, the palm of the court monk condensed the metallic spiritual power, and made up for it, and the little monk flew out of the Nai He Bridge, the blood crossed the arc in the air, and the little monk fell into the Nai River.

"Peace of mind!" Han Fan yelled, and was about to jump down to save people, when the court monk approached quickly, and slapped him, Han Fan's expression was solemn, this was obviously the cultivation of the Three Realms.

"He will definitely die, there is a strange poison on the dagger, let alone him, even the monks of the Three Realms can't escape death. The monk smiled whimsily.

Over the past year, the little monk has performed well on the scene, and most of the enemies every time have been killed by him himself, Han Fen is more like picking up leaks, so the monk put the primary target on the little monk, in his opinion, solve the little monk, Han Fen will be captured.

What he didn't know was that in order to improve the little monk's fighting skills, Han Fan would be the little monk's sparring partner every day in the camp, and General Nie said that Han Fan's swordsmanship was at least the intermediate level of the Xuan Rank, and what he didn't know was that the swordsmanship was created by Han Fan himself.

On the premise of not using the power of words, Han Fan can steadily press the little monk to fight, once the power of words is used, the little monk is not an enemy.

It's just that Han Fan doesn't like to show off, and he is more about perfecting his swordsmanship on the battlefield, so the court monks form the illusion that Han Fan is weaker than the little monk.

This time, Han Fan was really angry, and the murderous aura on his body was so fierce that even the battle-hardened soldiers on the shore were unconscious of their weak legs.

"You're damned. Han Fan's voice was hoarse, and he pulled out the cold light on his waist, and the power of the emerald green words attached to the cold light.

It seems to be far away in the sky, and it seems to be close in front of the eyes.

A sword light mixed with silver and emerald green streaked through.

The monk of the court maintained a standing position, and the back of the hand holding the dagger was bulging, but the head had already rolled down to his feet.

Han Fan didn't even look at him, and jumped into the Nai River.