"Danger!"
For some reason, the Blood Knife Ancestor suddenly thought of such a word in his heart.
The Blood Knife Ancestor believes that he is no worse than anyone else in swordsmanship. With a Burmese Knife in his hand, he has already reached the pinnacle of cultivation with the Blood Knife. However, when he uses the sword, it attracts nearly ten feet of white and silver swords, which is like the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens. It was the first time he had seen it swept over like water.
To what extent does the opponent's internal strength and understanding of the art of swordsmanship have reached such a terrifying and fatal sight?
At this time, the first thing he thought about was not how to resist the knife, but how to survive under the knife.
It was impossible to block him. He knew it himself, so he had no choice but to escape.
I saw the Blood Knife Ancestor must have made a decision in his mind and immediately jumped from the horse, using his feet in the air to perform Qinggong and quickly retreated.
The murderous intention was awe-inspiring, and the sword energy was like frost. Less than a breath after the ancestor of the Blood Knife had just left the horse, this extremely sharp silver-white horse came with a bang.
"puff!"
The horse that the Blood Knife Ancestor was riding on was instantly split into two and torn in half by the sweeping sword light. The horse didn't even neigh out in pain, and blood instantly infected the ground.
The Blood Knife Ancestor's decision to escape was not unpleasant, but no matter how fast it was, it was not as fast as the speed of Chen Fan's sword. After the blade tore through the horse, the sharp edge did not slow down at all, and the Blood Knife Ancestor who escaped in mid-air was blasted down.
"Ahem..."
The ancestor of the Blood Knife staggered up from the ground with a Burmese knife in hand and a look of horror on his face.
His cassock was torn and his chest was stained with blood. It was obvious that he had been injured by Chen Fan's knife just now.
"Did I encounter some god or demon? Why is the opponent so terrifying at such a young age? I can't even catch one of his swords?"
The blood knife ancestor's heart was filled with disbelief and fear of the unknown, and he looked at Chen Fan as if he was seeing a ghost.
I don't think he has ever encountered such an inhuman person in his decades of travelling.
Chen Fan rode closer to Shui Sheng, who looked both sad and shocked, raised his eyebrows and spoke condescendingly to the Blood Knife Ancestor;
"Just now, who did you say was tired of living?"
Looking at Chen Fan's indifferent eyes, the Blood Knife Ancestor hated himself for being so dizzy that he came here to snatch some young lady. When he encountered such a evil star, he quickly shook his head and said sincerely with a smile on his face;
"My hero, misunderstanding, misunderstanding... It's because I'm crazy and talking nonsense... It's because I'm tired of living... It's my fault..."
The arrogant attitude he had in the past when he was the ancestor of the Blood Knife Sect could not be compared to his humble and cautious apologising look at this moment.
Chen Fan nodded slightly, and he just said, how could someone come and scold him for no reason with a talent like his and a person who is loved by everyone? It turned out that he met a madman, a madman who likes to talk nonsense.
But this madman is really interesting. He actually said that he was tired of living?
In order to show that he was worthy of being called a hero, Chen Fan decided to fulfill his wish.
Aren’t you just tired of living? Simple.
I saw Gu Feng, the Tang Dao in Chen Fan's hand, move again, and he slashed down on his neck from a high position.
The ancestor of the Blood Knife would never have thought that the other party was nodding and nodding in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, he would show up like this, even more treacherous and shameless than him, so he quickly set up the Burmese knife in his hand to intercept the incoming knife.
It's just that Chen Fan's sword is not so easy to block. Not to mention that the ancestor of the Blood Knife has been seriously injured by the previous sword, even if he is innocent, he will never be able to defend against Chen Fan's sword from such a close range.
"clang!"
A sound of gold and iron was heard, and the Burmese knife in the hands of the ancestor of the Blood Knife shattered. He himself could not escape, his neck was broken, blood gushed out like a spring, and his head fell to the side.
Even if he died, his wide eyes were still full of unwillingness.
Unwilling to accept that the opponent is so powerful, he still plays tricks. Unwilling to accept that the opponent is dead without knowing who he is.
"ah!"
Shui Sheng in front of Chen Fan screamed in fear. The scene in front of him was too terrifying. If the deaths of his cousins and others in front of him were considered "gentle", then the death of the Blood Knife Ancestor in front of him was bloody and terrifying.
Shui Sheng is a chivalrous heroine. Whether she is doing justice, punishing evil and promoting good, or killing people and destroying gangsters, killing is really not as bloody as this.
"Da da da..."
Just when Chen Fan was about to continue on his way, Nan Xiqi and others who were following him also rushed over.
"Little thief, let Sheng'er go quickly."
A middle-aged man holding a long sword in Nanxi Qizhong shouted to Chen Fan from a distance.
Seeing the anxious and uneasy look of this man holding a long sword, Chen Fan knew at the first sight that this man should be Shui Sheng's father, Nan Xiqi, and the youngest Lengyue Jian Shui Dai. Only the relationship between relatives can be as strong as blood. It will make him the first person to ignore danger and only care about the people he cares about.
It's just that he ignored the danger, but the few people around him didn't. Just when Shui Dai was about to jump up to fight Chen Fan and rescue Shui Sheng, an old man with white hair and long beard holding a big knife not far away stopped him.
This old man was none other than Nan Xiqi's boss, Lu Tianshu, known as Renyi Lu Dadao.
He was the one who kindly reminded Chen Fan to avoid the battlefield between them and the Blood Knife Ancestor. He can be regarded as a hero with a chivalrous heart.
Although Shui Dai didn't know why his eldest brother stopped him, he knew that his eldest brother wouldn't do anything wrong, so he followed Lu Tianshu's line of sight and looked there, and suddenly took a breath of cold air.
His eyes were filled with disbelief. How far away were he and the others from the Blood Knife Ancestor? Just a curve in the road, right? How long has it been? The Blood Knife Ancestor was decapitated and died?
Um? Sao Feng is also dead?
At this time, Nan Xiqi and the other three people also had solemn faces, and their hands were sweating unconsciously. They did not think that the blood knife ancestor who was not weaker than them died because of some ridiculous "careless" excuse. .
It was obvious that the young man in front of him was not a mortal, and he must have truly superhuman martial arts.
"I am Nanxi Qiluohualiushui, Lu Tianshu, may I ask what I call you young hero?"
The opponent's strength was unpredictable, so Lu Tianshu, who was holding a big sword, decided to explore first and see if he could establish a relationship and resolve it peacefully.
Even if you can't establish a relationship, it's okay. At least you can know who the other party is, so that you won't even know who the enemy is after a conflict.
"Yangzhou Chen Fan!"
Chen Fan raised his head and replied loudly without any attempt to hide anything.
"On August 15th last year, the Wuyue Alliance defeated the two leaders of the Songshan Sect and the Huashan Sect. Chen Fan, a new generation leader in the martial arts world who is a master of swordsmanship?"
Hearing Chen Fan's answer, the people in Nanxi and Qixi looked at each other. They didn't expect that this person would be the one they met. It would be difficult.
They knew that although the man in front of them liked everyone to call him a hero, his behavior was no different from those evil thieves.
He was cold-blooded and violent, killing people at every turn. I heard that even the Shaolin Temple, one of the Big Dippers in the martial arts world, suffered a great loss at his hands and killed more than a dozen Arhat monks.
"Ahem...Master Chen, thank you very much for saving my daughter Shui Sheng from the old demon Blood Knife..."
Although he was afraid of the other party's bad reputation, Nanxi Qishuidai was really worried about his daughter, so he immediately took a step forward to communicate with Chen Fan, but he was interrupted by Chen Fan before he could finish his words.
"Stay! No need to thank me. In order to repay my kindness for saving me, Miss Shui Sheng has already agreed to be a maid serving me tea and water. There is no need for you to express any other thanks."
Chen Fan didn't need to think about it to know what the other party was going to say next. It was either a moral speech or a token of gratitude for saving his daughter.
Chen Fan has no interest in these, nor does he need them.
"Maidmaid?"
Hearing Chen Fan's words, Shui Dai's mouth twitched slightly, and a hint of anger flashed across his face. He was a great hero and one of the world-renowned Nanxi Qi, but that boy Chen Fan actually wanted his daughter to be a maid? Where does this put his face? Is there any royal method for this? This is really unreasonable.
"What? Do you have any objections?"
Chen Fan saw the flash of anger in Shui Dai's eyes and raised his eyebrows. Tang Dao Gufeng asked indifferently with a finger.
