"Your opponent is me..."

"Step!"

"Clank!"

The voice is hoarse and godless...

This was the first thing the young master of the Soul Chaser Mansion said tonight. From some angles, his personality is somewhat similar to Mo Xian, he also has a unique skill, he is silent and rarely talks, and he fights when he says! It's just that compared to Mo Xian's indifference, it is a little more heavy and dead. But after seeing him say anything, the hand holding the iron rope sickle frame became a cross, and with the help of his hind foot, the black clothes turned into a black shadow like the wind, and the three-foot Qingfeng who was facing Mo Xian rushed straight over!

"Phew..."

"Wow..."

The sound of iron strikes and the spark blooms.

Dozens of feet apart, the two of them jumped at the same time, just like two thunderbolts that suddenly burst out of the dark clouds, and in the blink of an eye, they bombarded one piece and fought together. There was no rage, no loud noise. The only small sound of iron strikes, constantly undulating, endless. And in one word...

That is, hurry!

Blazing fast!

The exercises practiced by Mo Xian and Wuxian were both known for their speed, and the two of them fought again, which was very different from the previous holding each other.

Whether it is ink leisure or no trace, every time they stagger, every move and defense, they are almost as fast as no shadow or trace, sound without trace. Bursts of wind raged, and the qi in the Dao Dao danced, not to mention a low-realm cultivator like Xia Xun, even a Heaven-Rushing Realm master like Peony and Xia Hou could hardly see every movement clearly even if they stood close to the battle circle. Only by relying on the sparks and scars of the two swords that were intertwined between the scythes and scythes, could they barely judge the direction of their fierce battle.

"Wow..."

"Chirp!"

“......”

The sound of the blow roared, and the sword roared. Looking at these two figures that were constantly flying and jumping, the corners of Gu Fan's mouth unconsciously revealed a gloomy smile. He does have the capital to laugh, at least on the surface, he held the edge of the coffin with his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Do you think that with a leaf of gold, you may hurt me again?"

Xia Xun shook his head calmly: "I can hurt you, but I can rely on it by surprise." Now that you are prepared, you must not be hurt again. ”

Gu Fan's smile sank even more: "The clothes on your body can keep you safe but can't hurt me."

Xia Xun nodded very seriously: "That's true." ”

"Shhhhh

"But, I can hurt you. ”

Gu Fan gently stroked the edge of the mahogany coffin with one hand, as if caressing the soft body of his lover, and recalled: "This coffin is seven feet long, three feet three inches wide, and weighs two hundred and forty-six pounds. Yang coffin is the mother, coffin name: six ways. Pregnant heaven and earth, with the corpse of the ancestor for more than 70 years, conquering thousands of religions in the West, Pinghe Prefecture Wanjun, countless powerful people in the world, the final instrument spirit into a god, the town in the Styx. The yin coffin is the son, and the coffin name: reincarnation. The corpses of all living beings were given by the ancestors on my 100th birthday. Since I got this coffin, this coffin has never been separated from me for more than 20 years, and it has never been stained with blood. Speaking here, Gu Fan paused, and a grim cold light faintly appeared in his eyes when he looked at Xia Xun. Then he continued: "I have been crisscrossing the Western Regions for three years, and no one in my generation dares to be my enemy, you can force me to sacrifice "reincarnation", you should be proud. ”

"Thank you. ”

Xia Xun nodded noncommittally, and his index finger slowly scraped the bridge of his nose and pondered for a moment: "It's just that you still can't hurt me." ”

"Hahaha!"

“......”

When Gu Fan heard this, it was as if he had heard a very ridiculous joke, and he laughed out loud inexplicably. The laughter was fierce, the laughter was crazy, and the entire wing room was drowned out by Gu Fan's sudden laughter in an instant, and even the sound of the battle between Mo Xian and Wuxian was diluted to wait for sporadic echoes...

"Huh!"

There will be a time to laugh.

When he was laughing, Gu Fan's cheeks suddenly tensed! His sharp gaze instantly moved from Xia Xun's body to Peony's body, and finally nailed it to Xia Hou's bloodstained face. Immediately afterwards, he said quickly: "I really can't hurt you, but you can't save the two of them!"

"Wow!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly tense!

Especially Xia Hou, at first glance, he lifted all the remaining strength, his fists tightened, his eyes glared angrily, and he put on a posture of fighting for life and death. And Peony and Xia Xun's performance is much calmer. She didn't make any extra movements, just a slight defensive gesture. Xia Xun was more calm, more indifferent than before. He casually put down his palm that was scraping the bridge of his nose and beckoned to Xia Hou, as if to signal that there was no need to be nervous. Only then did he look at Gu Fan calmly and said simply, "They don't need me to protect them." ”

"Oh, I'm not ashamed. ”

A disdainful laugh, quite shameless.

But before Gu Fan could speak, Xia Xun had already continued to say sincerely: "I know that in your coffin, there must be a supreme divine body buried, plus your years of pregnancy and cultivation, if you open this coffin, then only the king can match you." However, I still say the same thing, we also have the backhand, and I have a head over you, you really don't have any chance of winning tonight. So, I sincerely advise you that there is no need to push everyone to the last step, really. ”

"Click..."

The fists were tense, and the eyes were bloodshot...

After hearing Xia Xun's words, Gu Fanna was shocked and angry.

Shockingly, Xia Xun was really arrogant. After knowing the origin of his coffin, he could still say such crazy words. At this time, even if Gu Fan is a fool, he can feel that Xia Xun's arrogance may really be a little unknown in it. And the anger is a wave of annoyance in his heart. As a rare genius in the world, he has the bloodline of Wu Ancestor, a fellow practitioner of the Three Veins Supreme Dao, and has been regarded as a heavenly existence by his peers since he was a child. And now in the face of Xia Xun, under the seemingly overwhelming advantage, he has lost ground repeatedly. No trace was blocked, the holy weapon was destroyed, and the heart was damaged, forcing him to sacrifice the "reincarnation holy coffin" that he had hidden for many years. He originally wanted to use this to turn defeat into victory and win back, but with Xia Xun's current attitude, people didn't take his last killer feature in their eyes at all!

With such grievances, how could a high-minded and arrogant son of heaven be able to stand it? Thinking of this, the anger in Gu Fan's heart burned directly to his face. His eyes, which were almost dripping with blood, stared at Xia Xun fiercely and motionless, and said word by word: "You know, your face is really annoying." ”

A cruel word, venting with anger. As he spoke, it seemed to be burning the emptiness.

This may be Gu Fan's true thoughts.

"I know. ”

Xia Xun nodded lightly, and his answer was extremely sincere, making people feel less hypocritical: "What you said, in fact, many people have told me, so I have long been used to it." But, it doesn't matter. As he spoke, Xia Xun gently threw the yin and yang compass in his hand forward...

"Puff..."

"Poof!"

“......”

The Yin-Yang Compass was thrown in a graceful arc in the air, crossed the mahogany coffin, and landed steadily at Gu Fan's feet. That is, the next moment after the compass landed! In another place, Mo Xian and Wuxi, who had been playing for a long time, jumped back almost at the same time at the sound of an iron blow, separating the fighting figures and ending their battle.

Mo Xian grabbed Qingfeng and picked up a sword flower, and quickly returned to Xia Xun's side. Qingfeng pointed down, his eyes stared coldly ahead, and he didn't say much, only the blade of the Qingfeng Sword had a wisp of bright red blood, telling the results of its master's battle.

In the same way, Traceless held the rope in one hand and the sickle in the other, and retreated quickly, and also retreated to Gu Fan's side. He also put the sickle on guard, looked at Mo idle, and didn't say a word. It's just that at this time, his black scythe did not have blood stains like Mo Xian's Qingfeng Sword, and there were only a few strands of green silk from Mo Xian's hair, and the right shoulder of the night suit he was wearing was broken at some point. Although the breach was not large, there was a thin trace of blood, and it was obvious that he had lost a little.

"Put away the coffin, and you can go. Xia Xun looked at Gu Fan seriously and said calmly.

"Let's go?"

The resentment is deep, and the anger is very great.

Now Gu Fan's eyes when he looked at Xia Xun were full of viciousness. If Xia Xun was just an ordinary person, no one would doubt that Gu Fan would really tear him to pieces at this moment to vent his anger. A rhetorical question with the word "go" alone reveals a lot of murderous intentions...

"Yes. ”

Xia Xun nodded lightly and didn't say anything more.

And Gu Fan didn't pay attention to Xia Xun anymore, he glanced slightly, looked at the traceless side with his residual vision, and asked in a dark voice, "How long can you block it?"

“......”

Gu Fan's question was very succinct. He didn't ask how Traceless was injured or if he would have a chance to win. This showed that he was sure that Traceless would have absolutely no chance of winning in front of Mo Xian in a short period of time.

However, this is also true. In close combat, the brave wins. There is not much strategy to speak of between the electric light and flint, since Traceless has lost the upper hand in the two battles against Mo Xian, it proves that Traceless has indeed lost a little. This is the gap, and even if the gap is small, it is enough to affect life and death. If you let Traceless and Mo Xian fight hard, the result will only be a dead end, there is no doubt about it. Therefore, Gu Fan saved a lot of unnecessary nonsense and directly focused on procrastination.

"Moment. Traceless's answer was equally succinct.

After receiving a traceless answer, Gu Fan did not continue to speak. The scarlet nails gently scratched the furrow with runes carved along the edge of the coffin, and then scratched along the gully to the right side of the coffin, on the edge of the first bright yellow rune paper...

"Sla..."

"Whew..."

The rune paper was torn off, and a seeping yin wind quickly rose!

The wind was rather strange, it didn't come from outside the house, it didn't come out of the mahogany coffin. It feels like the air is suddenly frightened and rushes wildly!

"You want me to go? ”

With the yin wind scurrying around, Gu Fan once again opened his mouth fiercely!

"But, you have to ask me first if I agree with this coffin!"

"Smack!"

"Whew!!"

After drinking the words, Gu Fan's one-handed palm towards the mouth of the "Reincarnation Holy Coffin" was a vigorous slap!

But at the sound of "popping", the remaining forty-eight pieces of bright yellow rune paper around the coffin were instantly shocked into powder under this palm! Before these powders could fall from the coffin, and then, a terrifying aura that seemed to have been conceived in the sea of blood in the corpse mountain for thousands of years was frantically leaked out of the crack on the edge of the coffin in vain!

"What a powerful breath!"

"Wang Jing?"