The best ring

Wu Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Han Song calmly.

This time, he did not hide underground again.

Because he knew it was useless to do so.

Han Song had already grasped his weakness. He could not hide underground all the time, and every time he attacked from underground, he would be discovered by Han Song. Hiding underground was useless.

"Not hiding anymore?" Han Song looked at Wu Fan and said.

Han Song was actually unwilling to chase Liu Yaner and others. First, if he really killed Liu Yaner, it would undoubtedly make things worse and offend the Qingyu League. Second, Han Song did not want to kill other innocent people. This matter started with Wu Fan, so it would be best if Wu Fan ended it.

Wu Fan did not answer. He slowly turned his arm, and the long sword in his hand drew an arc, slanting in front of him. Purple lightning jumped slightly on the cold blade.

What is this?

Seeing this scene, Han Song frowned slightly. Wu Fan really has a lot of skills. What kind of skills is this? Why did he feel pressure from the purple lightning?

Wu Fan is indeed not simple. Given time, he will surely make a name for himself in the circle of practitioners. What a pity.

Sighing in his heart, Han Song has already rushed towards Wu Fan again.

"Bang!"

The two weapons collided again, and Wu Fan's arm was sore again. However, at the same time, Han Song's arm was also numb. This numbness was not caused by the huge force, but more like being electrocuted. Thinking of the purple arc light on the sword in Wu Fan's hand just now, Han Song seemed to understand something.

Swish!

Wu Fan drew his sword and hit again. Although Han Song was thinking about something, his reaction was not slow at all. He swung his sword slightly sideways and no longer fought Wu Fan head-on. Instead, he used clever force to block Wu Fan's long sword. Then, the long sword in his hand stabbed out and pressed directly against Wu Fan's chest.

Puff!

What surprised Han Song was that Wu Fan did not dodge, but blocked his sword with his chest. However, his sword did not penetrate deeply, as if it was blocked by something.

Not good!

When Han Song was surprised at Wu Fan's reaction and the result of the long sword, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis and wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

Swish!

The long sword in Wu Fan's hand that was blocked, after drawing an arc, slashed back again. Han Song could not dodge in time, his clothes were torn, and there was another wound on his body.

Then, the two of them retreated two steps almost at the same time and looked at each other from a distance.

Han Song felt the burning sensation on the wound and frowned slightly.

He was actually injured by such a young man, and the opponent's strength was obviously not as good as his. However, he just didn't expect that the opponent would use the method of injury for injury. This method is very risky. If his sword just now penetrated five centimeters deeper, Wu Fan would be lying on the ground now.

In addition, the burning and numb feeling from the wound also surprised Han Song greatly. He lowered his head slightly to look at his wound and found that it was as if it had been burned, which was obviously different from ordinary wounds.

Could it be that this wound was related to the purple arc light on Wu Fan's sword?

Wu Fan was also touching his wound at this time, and he was afraid.

In order to hurt Han Song just now, he could only use the method of exchanging injuries for injuries. This was the helplessness of weak strength. Fortunately, he had the Mingxin chain mail on him, and the damage absorption skill carried on it could help him absorb half of the damage. Otherwise, he might have died under Han Song's sword at this time.

However, this skill can only be used once an hour, and now it is obviously impossible to use it. Moreover, even if this skill is used, because Han Song's strength is much higher than his, the sword just now still hurt him badly.

Wu Fan pretended to be calm and looked at Han Song, without taking the initiative to attack or retreating.

Han Song was still frightened, and he did not take the initiative to attack again.

"Elder Han, what's going on? Why haven't you killed him yet?!" At this time, Zhao Dahai's voice came.

Wu Fan glanced at him with the corner of his eye, and the pressure in his heart suddenly increased.

The demon warriors, rebel soldiers and monsters he summoned at the scene had almost been killed at this time. Although there were casualties on the side of the Sword Forging Villa, Zhao Dahai and the elders were not injured. The things Wu Fan summoned were much weaker than them and could not hurt them, so the strength of the Sword Forging Villa was still there.

And now, the Sword Forging Villa has slowly freed up its hands, and Wu Fan is alone. Facing the powerful Sword Forging Villa, the pressure is naturally great.

"Wu Fan, surrender." Zhao Dahai led the remaining disciples of Zhujian Villa to Wu Fan and said, "As long as you surrender, I can let them go!"

Wu Fan turned his head to look at Liu Yan'er and others. Because Xu Hui and others were seriously injured, it was inconvenient for them to move. Although they had escaped from here for some time, the distance they left was not far. If Zhao Dahai and others chased them now, it would not be a problem to catch up with Liu Yan'er and others.

Ah

Wu Fan sighed.

Seeing this, Zhao Dahai looked very proud. He thought Wu Fan had accepted his fate and smiled.

However, he just smiled and was about to say a few words, but he saw Wu Fan suddenly start, very fast, kicked his feet on the ground, and the whole person jumped out.

"Want to run?!" Zhao Dahai saw Wu Fan actually ran towards a corner not far away, and he was immediately angry.

"Chase!"

The people of Zhujian Villa immediately chased after him.

However, halfway through the chase, these people stopped and looked at the corner where Wu Fan had just disappeared with shock on their faces.

"What...what is going on? How could there be such a big guy there?" Zhao Dahai, who was behind the crowd, also looked at that direction with a stunned expression.

All the people at Zhujian Villa, whether it was the owner Zhao Dahai, the elders or the ordinary disciples, had the same expression at this time.

Unbelievable!

Because at this moment, a tank appeared in front of them!

Rumble!

A dull sound came, and the tracks slowly pressed over the ground. The gun barrel on the top of the tank moved slightly, aiming at the people of Zhujian Villa who were still in shock.

Boom!

A shell followed and hit the crowd of Zhujian Villa.

In an instant, nearly a dozen people from Zhujian Villa were blown away. In addition to the ordinary disciples, there was also an elder of Zhujian Villa among those who were blown away!

The disciples of Zhujian Villa were shocked!

Boom!

When the disciples of Zhujian Mountain Villa were about to disperse, another shell fell, knocking seven or eight people away again.

All those who were knocked away were either seriously injured or died, without exception!