Chapter 77: Hello

Chapter Seventy Seven
As the spirit power in his body passed, Xiao Fan became a little cautious about drinking blood, even in the face of Hentian, Mogui and Yuantianyi, there was no such pressure.
Floating mood, if it is to deal with other people, maybe there are really few people who are his opponents.
It was a pity that he encountered Xiao Fan. The spirit power in Xiao Fan's body was not an ordinary horror. This deprivation was of little importance to him.
Moreover, there was resistance from the killing mood, and the passing of soul power became slower and slower.
"Sword of Killing." Xiao Fan whispered softly, and the Shura sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a flash of light, and the light appeared quickly and disappeared quickly.
With Xiao Fan's current strength, this sword, even if he didn't use his full strength, could easily kill the Emperor Fenghuang.
As soon as the sword of killing and cutting disappeared, the blood-drinking pupils slightly shrank, he felt a huge crisis, and he flashed aside without hesitation.
When he flashed, a strand of his long hair was cut by an invisible sword gas, and the blood-drinking pupils trembled fiercely.
"It's a fast sword, so the attack is condensed into one line!" Drinking blood took a deep breath, and the gaze looking at Xiao Fan changed.
Xiao Fan was also a little surprised. Although he had known who drinking blood was for a long time, he did not expect that the talent for drinking blood was so powerful that he could see his attack at a glance.
Of course, it's one thing to see it, and it's the same thing to resist, just like Ning Wusheng in the first place, and he saw that Xiao Fan's sword was not killed by Xiao Fan in the end.
"Your reflexes are also good." Xiao Fan said indifferently.
"Hmph!" He snorted coldly and rushed towards Xiao Fan again, without any fear at all.
He acted quickly, ruthlessly, and accurately, and his moves were life-threatening, but every move was easily cracked by Xiao Fan, which made the blood-drinking expression extremely embarrassing.
Although Xiao Fan retreated steadily, he still looked calm and calm, and didn't even breathe a breath.
Xiao Fan, who was already a half-step war emperor, had almost no opponents in the battle emperor realm. Although blood-drinking was strong, it was also not Xiao Fan's opponent.
Drinking blood was surprisingly calm, and the attack was not messy. If he were another person, he would have been irritable.
Before he knew it, Yin Xue found that his own strength had actually improved significantly.
The huge movements of the two fighting also attracted many people to observe in secret, but when they saw ghosts and drinking blood, the monks of Yan Luo Mansion did not hesitate to run away with their tails between them.
Not many cultivators in the Blood Tower and Rashomon dared to stay here.
However, there are still four figures in the void, watching the battle in the distance very calmly. These four are not others, but the bloodless, enchanting, mad wolf and shadow wind.
"Who is that person who has fought Xiao Fan for so long?" The enchanting blood frowned, and almost rushed up without restraining it.
"Did you not notice that Xiao Fan was feeding him a trick?" Xue Wujue shook his head, his eyesight was very unique, and he could see the difference at a glance.
He can only use the words "unfathomable" to describe Xiao Fan's strength. At least in this Valley of Depravity, he really can't figure out for a while, who is Xiao Fan's opponent alone? Not even the dead Zhan Wuji.
"Hey move? Does this person Xiao Fan know?" Xue enchanting asked with a puzzled look, she also took off the mask on her face, revealing a very enchanting and delicate face.
"How do I feel familiar with this person?" Yingfeng frowned suddenly, looking at the drink in the distance.
"I also feel very familiar, but I don't know where I have seen it." Mad Wolf also nodded.
"You have also seen Xiao Fan still feeding him tricks. It seems that he should be an acquaintance." The worries in the blood enchanting heart disappeared.
"It's a pity that the other party doesn't seem to know the identity of Xiao Fan." Xue Wujue squinted his eyes. One thing he didn't say was that he knew at a glance that the other party was not from the Blood Tower, but from Rashomon.
He only hated the people of Rashomon, and Zhan Wuji died at the hands of the people of Rashomon and Yama.
In the distance, Xiao Fan's body suddenly retreated like Qingyan by more than ten feet. When the Shura sword trembled, his body suddenly volleyed a little, dazzling, and he came to Yinxue.
He swung one sword at a time, extremely fast, and the offensive was extremely fierce, and drinking blood had almost no room to fight back.
Just now Xiao Fan could only defend. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Fan became the target of the main attack. This scene happened too quickly.
Being able to do this step can only show that the strength between Xiao Fan and Yinxue is not generally great.
"Have you noticed that Xiao Fan's tricks are exactly the same as those of drinking blood just now, except that the speed has become faster." Xue Wujue showed a strange color.
"It's this trick again." The enchanting blood curled his lips. She had seen Xiao Fan's ability a long time ago.
The mad wolf and Yingfeng shrugged, Xiao Fan's comprehension ability is too abnormal, they only have envy, this kind of ability cannot be learned.
Drinking blood was beaten with no power to fight, and his body kept retreating. When Xiao Fan returned the trick he had used before drinking blood, Xiao Fan suddenly stopped his figure.
At the same time, the long sword in Yinxue's hand was shaken off, and the Shura sword in Xiao Fan's hand was placed on his neck.
The blood-drinking body trembled violently. He didn't expect that the kendo he was proud of would be defeated so thoroughly.
"Kill me." For a long time, Drinking Blood gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, defeated by his own swordsmanship, Drinking Blood has completely lost self-confidence.
call!
Xiao Fan was holding a sword flower in his hand, holding the Shura sword in one hand, and standing behind him, squinting at the blood, and then flew towards the distance.
"Why didn't you kill me?" Drinking blood looked very ugly, he was also the peak of the emperor of war anyhow, didn't he even have the qualification to be killed by you?
Xiao Fan paused, turned around and took a look at Drinking Blood, without saying anything.
"If the son wants to kill you, I won't save you last time." Suddenly, a voice sounded, and then four figures came from a distance. It was the four of them, the mad wolf, who spoke.
Hearing the voice of the mad wolf, the blood-drinking pupils shrank slightly and looked at Xiao Fan in horror: "You, you are Xiao..."
"Call me a ghost." Before he could finish drinking blood, Xiao Fan interrupted him.
"Do you really know each other?" The blood enchanting looked at Xiao Fandao in amazement, but the blood boundless by the side was silent.
Xiao Fan nodded and didn't say anything. It was normal to recognize the mad wolf by drinking blood. After all, they had been together for a month.
"Xiao...Mr. Ghost, please accept me as a disciple and teach me swordsmanship." Suddenly, drinking blood softened his feet and knelt directly towards Xiao Fan.
It was just that before he got down on his knees, he was dragged vigorously. Xiao Fan apparently made the move. He looked at Drinking Blood and said, "You and I are about the same age, what qualifications do I have to accept you as a disciple?"
Xiao Fan was telling the truth, he himself was less than eighteen years old, and drinking blood was bigger than him. Even if he was stronger than drinking blood, it was limited.
Hearing Xiao Fan's words, the blood-drinking expression collapsed, his eyes filled with disappointment.
"However," Suddenly, Xiao Fan turned around and said, "We can learn from each other and make progress."
"Me?" Drinking blood wanted to say something.
The mad wolf on the side patted him on the shoulder and said, "I said Brother Murong, when did you become haunted, the son meant to treat you like a brother."