The Streamer Xuanshui Array was broken, and Sikong Hanyan couldn't believe it, but when she saw that the smiling and silent young man was finally standing there safe and sound, she had to accept this reality.

In his eyes, a touch of cold air slowly rose, Sikong Hanyan stared at Jiang Fan coldly, and said: "I don't know what kind of means you used to break this Streamer Xuanshui Array, but now, I am not in a hurry to kill you, I just need to leave you behind, and wait until the elders of the sect return, and when the time comes, you will also be in a catastrophe." ”

Seeing her words, Jiang Fan's heart sank, and he also knew that what she said was true, calculating the time, the agreement of half an hour away at this moment was about to arrive, if he couldn't find the Thunder Falling Sword again, he had to leave, otherwise, when the people from the Xuanbing Sect came back, the consequences would be really unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan turned around and walked towards the hall behind him. Sikong Hanyan was in mid-air, saw his thoughts, sneered for a while, and then the sword came directly to him, looked at him and said, "If you want to take the thunder sword, pass me first." ”

Jiang Fan looked at the woman with a face as clean as a clear moon, and felt irritable and helpless for a while, so he had to say again: "Miss Sikong, I don't want to be your enemy, and I hope you don't want to force me too much." ”

After the woman withdrew the ice crystal sword, she landed on the ground, her gaze never changed, and she still said without emotion: "You have come to my sect to seek trouble, and you want to seize the holy relics of my Dao sect, but now you also have the face to say that I am too pressing?

Jiang Fan was stunned, and then he was a little embarrassed, but the Thunder Falling Sword was a gift from Xue Xuanyuan, and he was almost chased to death by those people in the outer disciple test of the Xuanbing Sect, so Jiang Fan would never put back the Thunder Falling Sword.

Moreover, if the Thunder Falling Sword is really a thing of the Xuanbing Sect, then they have the courage to go to Xue Xuanyuan to ask for it back, but how can they keep looking for him to be unhappy, this is obviously not able to provoke Xue Xuanyuan, and in turn bully him for a casual cultivation.

The young man knew in his heart that the grudge between him and the Xuanbing Sect had already become unresolved because of this sword, and if he couldn't recover the sword this time, when the time came, if he met those strong people in the Xuanbing Sect, what would he do to protect himself?

After figuring this out, Jiang Fan took a deep breath, and then looked at Sikong Hanyan with more and more cold eyes, and said, "I only ask you, do you want to let me?"

Sikong Hanyan was not to be outdone, the ice crystal sword in his hand flashed over, pointed directly at Jiang Fan, and replied coldly: "If I want you to pass, it is no less than a fool's dream!"

Hearing her so resolute, Jiang Fan was worried that the longer he was, the more uncontrollable Qingyi's side became, so the anxiety in his heart became thicker and thicker. ”

After saying that, Jiang Fan's whole body suddenly erupted with a cyan airflow, and the whole person was like a huge cyan bronze bell, rushing towards Sikong Hanyan.

That majestic force came, Sikong Hanyan's eyes flashed, and then the sword in his hand flashed towards the void in front of him, and immediately drew three sword marks, only to see that with her long sword slashed, three cold ice sword qi appeared horizontally and horizontally, and instantly killed Jiang Fan who rushed fiercely.

The sword aura is like frost, the ice is like a blade, and it is full of momentum. But Jiang Fan didn't dodge or dodge, and he was full of qi, and he actually wanted to shake the three sword qi.

I only heard the sound of ice breaking, and the cold ice sword qi was like broken ice, and it was smashed by Jiang Fan, but Jiang Fan's moment seemed to be relaxed, but in fact, he had already suffered a lot of scars.

The Ice Crystal Sword in Sikong Hanyan's hand, where would it be a mundane thing, if he couldn't continue to delay time, or with Jiang Fan's courage, he wouldn't dare to easily shake this sword qi.

I saw that the young man's body was like thunder and lightning, and in an instant, he was back to Sikong Hanyan.

The woman's eyes were shocked, she didn't expect this kid to ignore his own injuries, and directly chose to hold on, at this moment, the young figure that was close at hand, like a god of war, smashed into her chest with a pair of iron fists.

Sikong Hanyan is also a person who has experienced a hundred battles, and this time seeing him fighting in close quarters is simply at the cost of losing both, so she will naturally not be stupid enough to fight with him.

A long blade, coercing the infinite frost qi, stood in front of Sikong Hanyan's body to block it, only to hear a loud sound, Jiang Fan's two fists slammed into the blade, and then a strong aftermath shook the two of them out.

Jiang Fan couldn't care about the pain in his hands, and as soon as he stopped retreating under his feet, he rushed forward again, not giving Sikong Hanyan a chance to breathe at all.

The two of them attacked and defended like this, but when they were three breaths, they had already made twenty moves, and such a lifeless hand-to-hand combat, where would Sikong Hanyan be the opponent of Jiang Fan, who was rough and thick-skinned.

After being shaken open again, Sikong Hanyan was already drenched in sweat, and the bones in his whole body seemed to be broken by Jiang Fan's strength.

It is only because one of them pays attention to the cultivation of the Dao Law and the other to the tempering of the physical body that they can form such a situation of clear offensive and defensive distinction, high and low in hand-to-hand combat.

In fact, if you talk about fighting in the Dao Law, it is difficult for two Jiang Fan to win against one Sikong Hanyan, not to mention the current Jiang Fan, who is still empty-handed.

But now after Sikong Hanyan was approached by Jiang Fan, there was no time to perform the Dao Method, if she waited for her to fly into the air, only with the height of this hall, and she couldn't fly too far away from Jiang Fan, so she would still be reused by Jiang Fan's old skills and use those long swords to interrupt her Dao Method.

In this way, Sikong Hanyan used the weakest means to fight against Jiang Fan's best skill, and she naturally suffered a lot of losses, and her defeat gradually became apparent.

If it weren't for Jiang Fan's lack of Thunder Falling Sword, Sikong Hanyan would have been defeated much faster. Previously, under the abyss of the god's howl, outside the stone house, the two fought each other, and the reason why Sikong Hanyan lost was also because Jiang Fan was close to him at the most critical moment.

Sikong Hanyan naturally understands this reason, but now she is so beaten by the young man's endless offensive that she can only passively defend, and she can't use it at all, and she is also deeply depressed and irritable.

Jiang Fan's heart was impetuous, and his subordinates' attacks became more and more fierce, and after another thirty-four rounds, Sikong Hanyan was finally blown out by a punch, and his delicate body hit the big golden pillar fiercely, and immediately blood gushed out from her mouth, her face turned pale, and she was no longer able to support her to get up.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan's eyes suddenly felt a little unbearable, but after a moment, he completely disappeared and stopped looking at her.

So he went around and began to look for the traces of the Thunder Falling Sword.