The blood flashed, and the imprisoned dragon ascended to heaven.

Seeing that Zhao Fan defeated the elite of the "Xiaoyaomen" with one move and was able to get out of trouble calmly, it could not be replicated from then on, and an extremely sad and extremely angry roar suddenly sounded in the woods not far away.

"No ——!"

With a long howl, the person who came was already approaching this side at an unimaginably astonishing speed.

At the same time, the cutting airflow, which was far stronger and more powerful than Zhao Fan's move, also turned into a strange aura with clear black and white between the flying people, crisscrossing the entire forest, and it was like a monstrous flood, spreading rapidly towards where Zhao Fan was!

"Tsk! so fast!"

Full of martial arts stories, Zhao Fan can already see at a glance that this black-and-white frenzy that seems to be like a terrifying torrent of waves is the martial arts mastery "One Thirteen Shakes" on the black list, and the identity of the person who came is naturally not difficult to identify, of course, it is the "Master of the Easy Gate" who is famous for his stunts!

Unexpectedly, Mo Yixian would come so quickly, Zhao Fan couldn't help but grit his teeth, and then flew back without hesitation, holding Shangguan Yu'er and quickly disappearing into the dense forest behind him, never confronting this difficult and powerful enemy head-on.

Only a little slower than Zhao Fan's figure, Mo Yi's angry strength finally flew from the forest, but unfortunately it was a little slower after all, and he couldn't even touch half of the enemy's corner.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the "One Fan Thirteen Shakes" combined into one with thirteen qi energies, slammed into the ground, and made a deafening earth-shattering sound, and the powerful power exploded in an all-round way, instantly blasting all the corpses scattered around them into pieces. When the smoke and dust fell, a huge figure was incomparably strong. finally appeared in front of everyone with a strong wind.

The man was dressed in a long green robe, and he was short and fat. It was so round that he put a bucket of water, his whole face was full of fat, and even his eyes and nose were huddled together because he was too fat, and just standing and breathing, the fat on his body couldn't stop shaking and trembling, making people feel sick.

However, as soon as they saw him, the group of Xiaoyao Sect disciples who were lucky enough not to die did not show the slightest disgust, but on everyone's faces. couldn't help but show the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and quickly surrounded them, running away, and their mouths invariably let out excited cheers.

"Door Master!"

"Your old man is finally here!"

It's just that, in the face of these excited and happy subordinates, the face of the "Easy Door Master" himself was gloomy, and there was no smile at all.

"Door master, you still think I am the door master?"

Mo Yixian sneered, and gently raised the folding fan in his hand amid the shocked and tragic expressions of everyone.

"Hmph. I can't even perform a task well, and I'm so tired that my love Ji dies tragically, and I keep it for use in the free door like you waste?"

Mo Yixian swept away coldly, knowing that something was wrong. The subordinates who began to turn around and run away coldly gave the final ruling.

"Run for me, go underground, and bury my beloved Ji!"

So said. The fat man's hand suddenly swung out the folding fan, above the stainless steel fan wings. More than a dozen extremely powerful qi immediately burst out, and easily caught up with the many disciples who fled from the road. No matter how they dodge, defend, and fight hard, under this simple and domineering blow, there is only one ending after all, the corpse is divided on the spot.

After effortlessly "disposing of" the unfavorable subordinates, Mo Yixian finally turned around and turned his gaze to the depths of the woods.

"Boy, kill me Aiji, do you think you can run away like this?"

Mo Yixian clenched his fists and roared angrily to the sky.

"Just be careful! I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

In the roar, Mo Yixian's short and fat body flew up like a cannonball, and went straight into the woods, chasing after Zhao Fan.

Although Fang Cai had not officially met each other, for a powerhouse of their level, the distance between the two sides was already very close, and the qi was enough to produce an inexplicable traction in the dark.

In Mo Yixian's induction, the kid who killed that day was fleeing towards the depths of the woods at an extremely high speed, and his whereabouts were flickering left and right, and it was extremely erratic, making it difficult to capture his correct position, which was really annoying.

However, Mo Yixian is confident that with the skill of the great grandmaster, the foundation is far superior to the other party, as long as he catches up with all his strength, when he gets close, he will naturally be able to grasp the accurate position of the other party.

As it turned out, he was very correct in this line of thinking. Although Zhao Fan has three major light skills, he is not a master who focuses on light skills like chasing his life, and under the poor foundation, there is indeed a considerable gap with the other party in terms of absolute speed.

It didn't take long for Mo Yixian to easily close the distance with the other party, and in the middle of the gallop, the iron fan in his hand had begun to gather strength, ready to meet at any time, and defeat the enemy with one move.

However, just when Mo Yi was full of pride, thinking that he was going to be caught-

Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger suddenly hit my heart, and Mo Yi didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't hesitate to fan the rung!

"Khooth!"

In the next moment, only a loud sound of gold and iron was heard, and Mo Yixian suddenly felt a huge force coming from his hand, and under the hasty blocking, he almost couldn't hold the blade, and he was almost blown off by this force!

"What the hell!"

With a roar, Mo Yixian's heart couldn't help but sink, and Fang Cai's pride disappeared in an instant.

The sudden blow just now, without warning beforehand, Rao is so strong that Mo Yixian can barely block it, and what is even more terrifying is that in Mo Yixian's feeling, this terrible move is definitely enough to threaten his amazing power!

Due to the suddenness of the incident before, Mo Yixian only had time to block the trick, and he couldn't even figure out what the body of this move was. And after a move, the master of the Xiaoyao Gate was even more annoyed to find that he was not only forced back a few steps by this inexplicable blow, but also wasted a lot of time because of the defense, and the distance that had been shortened was already quickly pulled away by the other party.

This situation couldn't help but make Mo Yixian have an extremely bad premonition, it seemed to be ...... Similar scenes may appear again and again, making this otherwise simple chasing game endless......

Unfortunately, his nasty premonition came true.

When the Master of the Wandering Gate held back his anger and approached rapidly again, the palpitating feeling of danger immediately resurfaced in his heart.

This time, Mo Yixian had already been mentally prepared, seeing the white light flashing between the trees in front of him, the fat body in the green robe immediately jumped to the side as sensitively as a bird, and flashed the attacking attack dangerously.

Then, at last, he saw the true face of this terrible move.

It was an incomparably condensed, powerful sword qi with a "swastika" wake, shooting straight from between the trees, and after Mo Yi flashed, the innocent tree behind him was blasted into pieces on the spot, and the power was simply terrifying, almost not like the martial arts that the grandmaster level could use!

What the fuck is this martial arts?!

What kind of fucking enemy am I facing?!

Since the beginning of the pursuit, questions appeared in Mo Yixian's heart for the first time.

This chase...... Fear...... It's not as simple as he thought...... (To be continued......)