At the same time as the two heavenly kings of the Power Gang fell, about forty miles away from the battlefield on Feng Han's side, Zhao Fan, who was running rapidly in the dense forest, suddenly felt something, stopped suddenly, and looked back at the sky.

In this long night, too many things have happened, if it is written as a story, I am afraid that it will not take more than 100,000 words to be written, but at this moment, there is a premonition in the heart of the traverser, it seems to be ...... It seems that the story of this night is far from over, and the most difficult part of the road still awaits us.

Since parting ways with Linghu Chong, Zhao Fan has taken Shangguan Yu'er all the way to run in a hurry, originally according to expectations, as the distance from Yangzhou is getting closer and closer, the following pursuers should be gradually thrown farther and farther away, but for some reason, as he moved forward, Zhao Fan inexplicably felt that in the surrounding wilderness, there were more and more traces of human activities.

And looking at these traces, almost all of them are new, and it is obvious that someone passed through them not long ago, and from all kinds of signs, the traverser has obtained an inference-

I have been caught in a certain encirclement, and as time goes by, this encirclement has become tighter and tighter, and it is not far from being discovered.

This fact is really not good news for Zhao Fan.

After a series of hard battles, the traverser was already exhausted, and if he continued to fight, not to mention encountering an enemy of the great grandmaster level, even if he only encountered an opponent of the same level, he might not be able to survive.

At this moment, Zhao Fan only hoped that the enemy could find out that his time could be later, and later.

As long as the time drags on long enough, with the mystery of the "Poison Skull Vitality", he may still be able to drag him out of the power of a battle.

But alas, the development of events is not subject to the will of the traverser. With an unexpected event, Zhao Fan painstakingly hid his whereabouts. Finally completely exposed in front of all those who care!

It was - dozens of blood rays that crossed the night sky, with a fierce Gengjin aura, flew from far away and threw themselves straight at where Zhao Fan was!

Before the traverser realized what had happened, the stainless steel battle box on his back suddenly sounded to himself for no reason. Then, when Zhao Fan was completely caught off guard, he suddenly unsealed himself!

In an instant, I saw a silver stream rising into the sky, and countless blade parts were inexplicably pulled, suddenly suspended in the air.

At the same time, the dozens of blood rays seemed to have finally found their target, and they immediately crashed into the pile of parts like a milk swallow. Finally, it was reorganized, and swords, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, fists, combat boots, and a strange-shaped blade that looked like a sword appeared in the sky—a total of ten kinds of divine illusory images!

With the help of the golden qi spirit flying from the sky, the "Heavenly Dao Battle Box", which had not yet reached the top, finally took a step of continuous tempering and self-consciousness into a spirit, and truly jumped into the ranks of the world's top divine soldiers.

However. The beginning of the divine soldier, heaven and earth congratulate. Nature's dazzling vision - the shadow in the sky, though it appears and disappears, in the dark night, it is tantamount to pointing out the direction of the tracker!

"Oh no! I didn't expect this to happen!"

Seeing that the divine soldiers were at their best, and the parts were automatically returned to the box, it was obviously a rare adventure, but witnessing this situation. The traverser only felt a chill in his heart.

"Hold me tight, we have to get out of here!"

Zhao Fan let out a low snort, and without waiting for the girl in his arms to answer, the whole person was already sweeping like an arrow, and he was bound to arrive before the enemy arrived. Keep away from the places where the right talents are exposed.

Since fleeing all the way, there has been a lot of tacit understanding, Shangguan Yu'er didn't need Zhao Fan to say more, she had consciously stretched out her hands and hugged the neck of the traverser tightly.

The tiny body temperature snuggled together, bringing a false peace of mind as small as candlelight in this cold night full of wind and frost and hostility.

Even if it is sprayed as lolita, Zhao Fan has already made up his mind in his heart - even for this faint warmth, he must protect the girl in his arms.

This is Zhao Fan's desperate determination, but unfortunately, in this world, it is never just determination to overcome all difficulties.

In less than a moment, the traverser keenly felt that the malice around him was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that there was a feeling in the dark telling him that as long as he continued to move forward, he would definitely encounter a dangerous situation that he definitely did not want to encounter.

It's a pity that as the encirclement behind him becomes tighter and tighter, Zhao Fan at this moment has only one way to go forward.

"If ......"

The sense of ominousness became stronger and stronger, Zhao Fan simply stopped, wanting to say something to the girl, but when he really spoke, he wanted to stop talking.

Feeling the strangeness of the traverser, Shangguan Yu'er raised her head, flashed her eyes, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing. ”

In the end, Zhao Fan still shook his head, didn't talk nonsense, just quietly tightened the placket for the girl.

After doing all this, the traverser hugged the petite body in his arms and strode forward again.

This time, after a stick of incense, a large open space suddenly appeared among the woods of the barren mountains.

Zhao Fan glanced at it, and saw that the open space was full of tree stumps with neat sections, and the crooked neck trees that were cut down were cut into pieces of firewood of the same length, neatly placed in the corner of the clearing.

Based on Zhao Fan's martial arts cultivation, it is naturally not difficult to see that this smooth and smooth incision is not cut with a sword, but with a heavy long soldier such as a spear and a knife, and it is cut with a strong male force.

The use of power in this is different from the sword technique, but the subtlety is still excessive, if you want to describe the ingenuity, Zhao Fan only thought of eight words in his heart for a while, it is - lifting weights lightly, with ease!

Like this, the masters of using heavy long soldiers have always been mostly in the army, but there are very few on the rivers and lakes, and they are limited to ****, and there are even fewer of them.

If you have to say it, maybe the Lei family in Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall can barely be regarded as one of them, since this is the case......

"Could it be that the hall master of the 'Six-and-a-half Hall' is here?"

Zhao Fan looked at the empty clearing and shouted.

The next moment, a charismatic magnetic voice sounded.

"Haha, could it be that I have made a lot of progress in recent years, and I am not far from the Lei family's 'sealing sword and hanging sword' supernatural power?"

In the midst of laughter, two figures descended in the middle of the clearing like flying immortals.

"Yan Mei, I bet this virtuous nephew can't recognize my handwriting, how about it?

The man smiled, laughed with the woman next to him, and then without waiting for the woman to answer, he turned around to face Zhao Fan.

"Nephew Song Xian, I've seen you for a long time, but now you should be called Wudang Zhao Baxia, right?"

"Ha, the city lord really remembered me, and he still remembered a nobody like me. ”

Zhao Fan opened his mouth and snorted, but his heart was bitter.

Although he did help him in the past, Zhao Fan knew very well in his heart that with this person's temperament, he would never give in the slightest because of a little favor.

Because he is the "poisonous hand" Qianluo, the lord of the "Qianluo Mountain City" of the powerful ****!

I thought that this time would be at most a game of the seven major gangs in the world, and at worst, I would only meet a senior thug of Ling Hu Chong's level, and I wouldn't run into the leader of the famous gang.

But who would have thought that this guy would rush to this troubled water!

For Zhao Fan, the spear of this "poisonous hand" Qianluo is no different from Su Gongzi's "red sleeves". It's all the same, so that the traverser can't cope with it at all!(To be continued.) )