"You little man with a heart! villain!!"

The old man covered his severely painful chest, pointed at Chen Fan, and said gritting his teeth.

Chen Fan spread his hands, looked embarrassed, and then replied shamelessly: "Hurry up, while there is still the smell of spiritual energy in the air, smell it quickly, maybe this spiritual energy can help you advance to a general! Hurry up, otherwise you won't even drink a sip of soup."

"You, you..." The old man's old face wanted to cry without tears. He continued to point at Chen Fan and scolded: "You beast! I treat you very well! I gave you a day, and after you succeed, it would be fine if you don't care about friendship! He actually destroyed all my grass and trees spirits!!"

These plants and trees were his last hope and his lifelong property. He would rather not have the entire Jiangmin Gang than give up the few plants and trees that he had finally found. But in just one day, countless blood and sweat became the wedding dress of others. How could he not be angry?

Chen Fan has successfully broken through the ninth level of Qi training. Now he no longer needs to be afraid of this old monster at the peak of warriors. He walked to the sweet-hearted girl who still had not woken up, picked her up and put her aside, then turned his head and said disdainful to the old man: "It's not bad to me? I miss friendship? It's a good thing that your old face is so uttered. You didn't plan to let me leave at the beginning, and you really think I'm an idiot."

"You! You! You compensate me for the spirit of grass and trees!!"

The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet and shouted. The thunderous sound shocked the entire basement, which showed how angry he was.

"I will compensate you? I won't pay you. If you have the ability, you can bite me." Seeing the old man's anger, Chen Fan said arrogantly, "It's naturally the best thing to be able to piss off this old man to death."

Unfortunately, most of his verbal skills were learned from Chen Jingluo, but unfortunately he failed to learn it, so he could only get his body but not his soul. He barely pissed the old man out of internal injuries, but he was unable to piss him to death directly.

"Okay, okay! I want to tear off the flesh on your body piece by piece! You can't survive or die." The old man gritted his teeth word by word. The wrinkled face became very ferocious, and the wrinkles on it were enough to kill a bug.

Chen Fan smiled and said disapprovingly: "You stupid, why are you talking so much nonsense? Don't speak hard? If you want to hit, hurry up. If you don't hit me, I'll leave. After the matter is finished, I will still play with my woman!"

"You!! Just go and die!" The old man whistled and immediately rushed towards Chen Fan.

He saw that Chen Fan had advanced, and his level was definitely not low, otherwise he would not have such confidence, but he still had confidence! When he saw Chen Fan transforming a blood soul sword, he still had confidence with bare hands! Because he was an invincible existence under the general!

The old man is confident, but Chen Fan is also confident!

"So fast!"

Seeing the old man's figure swept several meters, Chen Fan's true energy was circulating. He stared at the old man who was flying towards him at an extremely fast speed, held the sword tightly, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is the first time he encountered such a fast speed. If he still met the eighth level of Qi training, he would have a chance of capsizing the gutter!

The old man blinked in the air, and his old hands danced quickly and frequently in the air, showing a series of afterimages in front of Chen Fan.

Is this the strength of the peak state of a high-level warrior? As expected, other warriors cannot be compared with each other. Just this trick. If an ordinary high-level warrior is not able to deal with it.

But Chen Fan had spiritual consciousness, no matter how many afterimages there were in front of him, he could accurately capture those really dry hands.

"brush--!"

The Blood Soul Battle Knife cut through the void, avoiding the afterimage, and directly slashed at the old man's neck.

The old man's face changed drastically, and his head flashed back, barely avoiding this fatal knife.

"You, how could you avoid my afterimage hand?!" The old man took a few steps back, stopped the offensive, and looked up at Chen Fan in shock.

The attacks just now were his best trick and the strongest attack method, but they were easily cracked by the opponent?

Is it strength or coincidence?

Chen Fan replied with a smile: "You are indeed very strong and very fast. I don't think you can do that hand just now. If I were as naked as you, maybe I wouldn't be able to eat your afterimage just now."

He shook the sword in his hand and continued, "But you think too much of yourself! You don't even have any weapons to fight against me who is holding the sword?! Although my sword skills are not exquisite, it is really not difficult to defeat you, an unarmed old man."

I have to say that this old monster at the peak of warrior is indeed strong. If he is still practicing Qi eighth level, he will not dare to take it head-on, so he can only avoid his sharp edge for the time being!

"Go to die!"

Chen Fan sneered, picked up the knife and slashed over.

Looking at Chen Fan who was coming in a fierce manner, the old man's face changed slightly again and he hurriedly retreated.

There was no old man who could catch the sword with empty hands because Chen Fan was not weaker than him at all, and his strength was extremely powerful, so he could not take it head-on and could only dodge his life. For a moment, the highest leader of the Jiangmin Gang and the peak warrior could only dodge Chen Fan's unruly knife slash in a mess.

After several battles, many blades appeared on the old man's body, and scarlet blood began to bleed along with the wound, wet Chen Fan's combat boots and made red footprints.

Even a peak warrior as strong as the old man, with equal strength, against a big sword with his bare hands, the result is self-evident!

The old man retreated step by step, with more and more wounds on his body. Looking at the smile on the corner of Chen Fan's mouth, fear began to arise in his heart.

What is this young man’s realm? His strength seems to be no less than that of himself!

"You, what level are you? You are also a high-level warrior?!" After avoiding Chen Fan's horizontal slash, the old man retreated to the corner and looked at Chen Fan in shock and said.

Chen Fan shook the blood from the tip of the knife, feeling in his heart that this guy is really not an ordinary strong person. If an ordinary high-level warrior had already decided the outcome in the battle just now, and this old guy was only slightly injured!

If he hadn't broken through the ninth level of Qi training, if he hadn't had weapons in his hands, maybe there would have been a fierce battle today!

He heard the old man’s question and shook his head expressionlessly, "I am not a warrior."

"Didn't you... have you broken through the general?!" The old man stared at the young man who was walking slowly, and then thought of the previous fluctuations of spiritual energy, and murmured: "By the way, the movement just now can only be done by those who break through that step."

Chen Fan, who had walked a few steps, saw that the old man was blind and immediately held the blade tightly. He did not prepare anyone for another attack. He was distracted in the battle and was simply seeking death!

He suddenly kicked the ground with one foot, his body suddenly accelerated, and the blood soul sword in his hand slashed at the old man in the corner.

The old man could have the peak strength of a warrior, so he was naturally not a waste with only a few brushes. The moment Chen Fan suddenly accelerated, he immediately came to his senses. He hurriedly dodged Chen Fan's sword strike again, and he was determined to retreat and began to rush towards the door.

Seeing that the old man wanted to escape, Chen Fan snorted coldly, raised his hand and instantly gave out several cold injections.

The old man heard several faint sounds of breaking the wind behind him. As he experienced, he immediately knew that his opponent had made a secret move. On the strange side of his body, he barely dodged the cold needle that was shooting.

Taking advantage of his opponent's pause, Chen Fan rushed over again. He would never let this old guy leave here.

"Chen Fan! I'm fighting with you!" The old man shouted, instead of retreating, and rushed over without hesitation, as if he wanted to use his full force to fight to the death.

"Hmph. It's just right!" Chen Fan sneered, his steps under his feet were not at all panic. He cut in a string of small steps, looking at the old man's palm printed on him, and did not dodge. He was not afraid to continue to kill. The blood soul knife in his hand slashed hard at his head.

Two extremely fast figures handed over instantly.

"Yeah~~!" Chen Fan snorted dullly, and the old man's palm was printed on his chest.

But the old man paid a greater price. He was determined to fight desperately. He was unable to avoid the blood soul sword that Chen Fan slashed, and his arm was neatly cut! Blood suddenly surged...

However, the old man did not feel any pain at all. He imprinted on Chen Fan's right hand, retracted it by lightning, and then knocked on Chen Fan's palm, and used a strange turnaround to take off the blood soul sword in Chen Fan's hand.

"Hahahaha..." The old man ignored the blood spraying on his arm, but looked at the blood soul sword snatched from Chen Fan's hand and laughed to the sky.

"So no matter how strong your strength is! Still too tender! Now you have no knife, I see how you fight me again! Now, it's your turn to be chased and chopped! Hahaha--"

"Cough cough--" Chen Fan covered his chest and took a few steps back, raised his head and looked at the old thing who was still laughing wildly with blood spray. He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully: "Is that so? I use this to fight you, what do you think?"

After saying that, his palm flipped again, and another blood soul sword appeared in his hand.

"you!"

Seeing Chen Fan reinventing a weapon, the old man widened his eyes. He never expected that he would give up an arm and ended up like this.

puff--

The old man was angry and squirted blood on the ground, and then he started laughing again, laughing like a madman...

"idiot!"

Chen Fan laughed and cursed, and then he approached again...

“Double ding…”

A series of cracks of blades rang out in the hall.

The old man was half crazy, half crazy, half crazy, but still not completely destroyed, and still had tenacious resistance. During this process, Chen Fan was also stabbed several times.

After ten minutes of fierce fighting, the old man's vision began to blur, his strength began to decline, and his body was shaking, after all, he was bleeding a lot.

Chen Fan saw the opportunity and slashed the long sword in the old man's hand with one knife, then turned the blade and stabbed it into the old man's chest.

Puff--

The blade instantly pierced the old man's heart and broke out of his body.

"You... turned out to be... a general." The old man's mouth was slightly moved with blood and said the last sentence.

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "I am not a military general."

Then he suddenly put the knife and blood splattered.

He looked at the gang leader who had once been famous in Jiangmin City and said, "I am a cultivator."

"Die at my hands, you can show off to others!"

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