Swire Overlord

Chapter 356
The sound of the sea breeze came from the nearby coast. If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of rough waves.Amidst the sound of the waves, another sound suddenly appeared. This sound was like a gust of wind, drifting past Zhao Yufan.

Feeling cold, Zhao Yufan looked down at his abdomen, and there was a sword wound. The blood flowed slowly along the cracked skin, and in a short while, his clothes were stained red. The scar was not serious, but it was a bit inexplicable.

Is it Emperor Wu, or Emperor Wu?

Zhao Yufan stood quietly in the courtyard, everyone looked dignified. Someone must have passed by him in the breeze just now, but the speed was too fast for him to notice.

The faint fragrance of flowers floated behind him in an instant with a gust of breeze in it. Without hesitation, he turned around and punched the air. The electric current surged in the fist, and the blue arcs formed clusters of bright light in the air, which gradually disappeared. .

Empty.

Zhao Yufan's eyes were like a cheetah's, his body was slightly bent, and he felt everything around him nervously. This seemed to be the first time he faced such a powerful enemy, even the former Emperor Wu Baichuan, the suzerain of the Qinglan Sect, and the black robe Liu Wuhen of the party did not give him this sense of crisis.

This person must be a master, but in this small border town, how could there be such a master?Moreover, this person seemed to be cleaning Zhao Yufan on purpose, and had no intention of killing him, otherwise Zhao Yufan would have been seriously injured just now.

The mist shrouded the surroundings, Zhao Yufan remained motionless, and now he could not see the opponent with his eyes alone, so he needed to listen with his ears, to listen to the wind around him, to listen to the cries of insects and birds around him, to listen to the enemy's breathing, to listen to the enemy's breathing. The ever-changing sound of moving air in all directions.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind.

Zhao Yufan didn't look back, but moved forward like lightning.Just as he left the position just now, he heard a slight humming sound from behind his ears, and he seemed a little surprised.

Turning around to look, Zhao Yufan finally saw the person who attacked him. This person was a middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man was wearing a white dress, very chic.

"You are?" Zhao Yufan asked.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and said in a low voice, "Hand over the Imperial Demon Scripture!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yufan's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in disbelief, and asked vigilantly, "How do you know? Who are you?"

The middle-aged man curled his lips into a smile, and continued to repeat what he said just now: "Hand over the imperial magic script!"

"I'm talking about defeating!" Zhao Yufan smiled lazily, and suddenly there was an extra steel knife in his hand.

With a whistling sound, the steel knife swept across the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man was clearly prepared, and when he turned his body, he disappeared into the air.

Putting away the steel knife, Zhao Yufan stood quietly on the spot, and asked coldly, "Are you Emperor Wu?"

"You underestimate Emperor Wu too." The middle-aged man's voice came out faintly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"Not Emperor Wu? Could it be that he is Emperor Wu? But how could a Emperor Wu be so powerful?" Zhao Yufan thought to himself, his brows furrowed deeper, and his expression became more dignified.

"Do you think that you are the best in the world if you run rampant in the Zimang Empire, defeat the Ten Emperors, and kill Dongshan King and others?"

The voice of the middle-aged man came again, this time his tone was extremely disdainful.

"Did you forget Baishan Layman and the others?"

Zhao Yufan's face sank when he heard the Baishan Layman and the others, and he suddenly remembered that most of Baishan Layman and others were also Martial Emperors, but this group of people felt extremely dangerous to him. Now that he thinks carefully, their strength is definitely not there. Under Dongshan Wang and others, they are even slightly better.

With a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yufan shook his head and said: "It seems that the rumors are really unbelievable, but I never thought that I was No. 1 in the world, but there are indeed very few people who can beat me among the emperors. If you Emperor Wu, don't even think about leaving my eyes so easily!"

"I am the Martial Emperor!" The middle-aged man smiled coldly. He did not know when he suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Yufan and slapped him hard.

He slapped Zhao Yufan, obviously wanting to humiliate Zhao Yufan.

Just when his palm was about to slap Zhao Yufan's chest, Zhao Yufan gave a ferocious smile, and stabbed fiercely forward with the steel knife in his hand with electric light.

Steel knives are longer than human palms, so the two attack almost in front of each other for a moment. If neither of them retreats, it will be a lose-lose situation. If only one of them retreats, the two attacks will be resolved.

Zhao Yufan didn't plan to retreat, because he was not as fast as the middle-aged man, so if he retreated, he would lose, so he thought of this method.

This method is extreme, but also very effective.

The middle-aged man obviously didn't expect Zhao Yufan to use such an extreme method, his eyes flashed coldly, his brows were slightly frowned, and he took a step back, but his chapter was also empty.

"You are very strong!" The middle-aged man commented, but his voice was a little cold.

Zhao Yufan pursed his lips, and said arrogantly: "I said before, if you want to hurt me, if you are the Emperor Wu, you still need to pay some price!"

"Really?" The middle-aged man smiled coldly, and disappeared into the air again while speaking.

Staring silently ahead, a chill rose in Zhao Yufan's heart. Just now he was just opportunistic. Next time, the middle-aged man must be on guard. He must be fully prepared, but this person's speed is too fast, he can't notice it. Once he found his whereabouts, he had no chance to attack, and he could only be beaten passively, which made him very depressed.

Time passed by little by little, and the middle-aged man seemed to disappear, not appearing for a long time.

The fragrance of the flowers was still so strong, but what Zhao Yufan smelled was the breath of death. The feeling of being stared at all the time made him almost mentally collapsed.

"You are so powerful, you even know psychological tactics!"

Zhao Yufan pursed his lips, and his tone was somewhat disdainful. He knew that the reason why the middle-aged man didn't move his hand was because he wanted to crush himself in his heart, so he took action against him.

The voice of the middle-aged man came from all directions, the voice rippling in the fragrance of flowers, it was unusually clear and strange.

"Hey, you're not bad, you also know my purpose. There are very few young people like you."

Zhao Yufan frowned, and his face became more gloomy. This person revealed a strange aura everywhere he spoke, as if he knew a lot of unknown things, but he happened to be his enemy, but he was not the kind of enemy who won or lost, because this person seemed to have no Want to kill him.

"You won't kill me?" he asked.

The courtyard was silent for a long time, and there was no middle-aged man's voice. Just when Zhao Yufan thought the middle-aged man would not answer, the middle-aged man spoke.

"do not kill!"

Simple two words, but extremely strange.

(End of this chapter)