Qin Fan's eyes were firmly fixed on the tall figure in front of him, and Di Jiang was also looking at him. There was nothing around, only an endless void and a tall bundle of iron and stone prisons.

After a long time, Qin Fan spoke, "What do you want?"

A terrifying pressure was also frantically vented as the words fell, and the air that seemed to be about to solidify suddenly cleared, Qin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, this was Di Jiang's deliberate coercion, although Qin Fan wanted to try his best to resist for a while, but the pressure was really huge, so he opened his mouth to say this. In fact, this is already a disguised defeat in the fight.

What do you want? What do you want?

Di Jiang still didn't have a little mood swing, and said coldly: "What do you want?"

Yes, what do you want? Do you want to save people without doing your best, or do you want to leave?

There was pleading in Qin Fan's words, but his tone was still stiff. Di Jiang's rhetorical question was very calm, but it was calm and indifferent, and there was even a trace of disdain in Qin Fan's senses.

"How is she now?" After a moment of silence, Qin Fan gradually stood up, although his body was still trembling slightly, he still stubbornly stood up.

"Not dead yet!"

This is Di Jiang's answer, he seems to be very disdainful of Qin Fan like this, and did not answer Qin Fan's question, whether Qin An is good or not, but instead sneered and said such a sentence, if he is not dead, he is not dead yet, he is not dead if he is unscathed, and he is still not dead when he is dying, but it is obvious how Qin An can be unscathed, so it can only be the latter.

Qin Fan's face changed slightly, but he didn't speak, but clenched the remnant knife and began to walk towards the Dijiang side step by step, with each step, the soil and rocks under his feet would sink slightly by a few inches, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

The space became stressed again, he did not carry the mountain on his back, but he was carrying something heavier than the mountain, that was the knife in his hand, Di Jiang stood in place like a high mountain standing in place, giving people great pressure.

At this time, he pushed the mountain to Qin Fan's body, it was momentum, it was momentum.

In just an instant, the space around Qin Fan seemed to be countless times heavier, and it fell down heavily, extremely heavy, not only pressing on Qin Fan's body, but also smashing on his residual knife.

Even if Qin Fan's strength is extraordinary, but at this moment, it is like carrying a mountain forward, not to mention waving a knife with his hands, I am afraid that he can barely even take a step.

Di Jiang didn't move, just quietly watched Qin Fan's straight waist gradually bend down, his steps were difficult, and the earth would fall a few points in one step, watching him approach him step by step.

Di Jiang looked at the thin young man's body trembling more and more because he couldn't stand the huge pressure, shaking more and more violently, and asked, "Why?"

It was originally a question of doubt, but he was asked plainly and indifferently, because for him, this is stupidity, knowing that he can't do it, but still doing it, this is ridiculous, it's like a clown, and there is no audience here, he can't understand the reason why Qin Fan is so desperate.

Qin Fan's lowered head at this time gradually raised his head, looking at the tall man not far away, and he said, "There must be a little stupid person in this world, otherwise where will it appear that you people are smart!"

Di Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, even if the smile was fleeting, but his smile was a smile, his cold face moved slightly, and he said, "This is a joke that is not ridiculous." ”

Qin Fan soon his whole body was soaked with sweat, and the crystal sweat fell from his forehead to the solid ground one by one, and soon disappeared, but his legs were straight, and there was a smile on his face, although it was ugly, he said: "Some things have to be done, even if it seems stupid, but it is better than doing nothing." After a pause, he added, "However, it is worth it to force the dignified Chaos Pavilion Master to make a move. ”

As he said this, Di Jiang gradually put his hands on the sword, but at this time, Qin Fan was still smiling, looking at Di Jiang with an ugly smile, because he had already vaguely guessed something.

"Sonorous!" With the piercing sound of a long sword rubbing against the scabbard, a white light flashed in front of him, and the sword in Di Jiang's hand was unsheathed.

Unlike the pavilion masters such as Houtu or Tianwu Qiangliang, every time a weapon is unsheathed, it will be accompanied by a terrifying momentum, Dijiang's sword is just an ordinary sword drawn out of the sheath, without any momentum and abnormality, just like an extremely ordinary long sword.

Qin Fan looked at the sword, his ugly smile bloomed even brighter, and he said, "I guessed correctly, this is really just an ordinary long sword." ”

The long sword in Di Jiang's hand turned out to be really just an ordinary long sword, without any peculiarities, just like the ordinary iron sword of the rotten street where you can buy a few or even dozens of them at will on the streets of Kyoto in the Great Wilderness.

This is really incomprehensible and shocking, and I don't understand why the magic weapon divine weapon of the Chaos Pavilion Master of a small world is just an ordinary mortal weapon on the street.

Qin Fan was smiling, but he could still see this kind of incomprehensible emotion on his face.

The long sword was held in Di Jiang's hand, the blade was erected, Qin Fan could clearly see that there were countless gaps and cracks on it, and he once again confirmed that it was indeed an ordinary iron sword.

Looking at Di Jiang, who was silent and calm, the smile on his original face disappeared, because he suddenly remembered an even more terrifying truth.

Who would be so confident that they would not use magic weapons, but only use an ordinary mortal weapon as a façade? Or what kind of person would be able to become one of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion masters without using magic weapons, just holding a common mortal weapon, and being recognized as one of the strongest people?

The sweat on Qin Fan's forehead became more dense, his face became pale, although he was still advancing, his legs began to tremble, not because he was afraid, but because the pressure on his body had become even greater. It's like crushing his bones, his flesh, his little world, his spirit, every second feels like it's about to be crushed.

Di Jiang took a few steps forward and narrowed the distance between him and Qin Fan, so that Qin Fan seemed to save some strength, but Qin Fan, who was originally going to stubbornly move forward, could no longer take a step, because the pressure that was already like a mountain increased several times, but with a "bang" sound, Qin Fan fell to the ground on one leg.

Cracks immediately broke out on the earth, and the space was dead silent, and only Qin Fan's heavy wheezing voice could be heard, which was heavy and oppressive and clear.

"It looks like you've guessed that my strength isn't reflected in kendo. His tone was still cold, and the long sword in his hand was swung a few times by him, and he immediately let out a groan of pain, a little overwhelmed.

"You feel it, too! This pressure is a reflection of my strength. ”

Qin Fan was stunned and said, "Strength?!"

Di Jiang looked at the surrounding emptiness, then looked at the embarrassed Qin Fan, shook his head and said coldly: "No, it's space!"