Countless streams of spiritual energy were mobilized from Han Zhengchu's body. They gathered together and turned into a torrent that seemed to be able to drown everything. Finally, they converged on Han Zhengchu's right hand.
"Break!"
With a loud shout, a majestic flow of spiritual energy was swung out from the sword in Han Zhengchu's hand. There was almost no sense of stagnation as the torrent of spiritual energy directly collided with the black and red dragon shadow!
Han Zhengchu's face gradually turned red, but the veins on his forehead were bulging. He used all his strength to suppress the sword in his hand as he said in a deep voice, "You call this sword technique Rising Dragon? Then this old man's sword technique will be called Slaying Dragon! "
Han Zhengchu did not believe that after cultivating for so many years, he was inferior to a junior in the end!
However, Han Zhengchu's veins were bulging and he was panting like a bull. On the other hand, Ye Fanchen stood there as if nothing had happened. It was as if all of this had nothing to do with him!
"You're not a bad person. You're just bound by the rules."
Ye Fanchen's eyes fell on Han Zhengchu's ferocious face and said in a deep voice, "So, I'm going to give you a chance. If you leave now, you won't die today."
"You're … Ye Fanchen?"
An erratic voice suddenly sounded from behind Ye Fanchen.
"Whoosh —"
Ye Fanchen's heart trembled. He instinctively tilted his head, but he heard a sharp sound piercing through the air. An arrow flew past his face and nailed to the ground not far away.
Ye Fanchen turned around expressionlessly and looked at the figure wearing a purple robe and a white devil mask on his face. He asked in a deep voice, "You are?"
The latter clenched the iron bow in his left hand and pushed the white devil mask on his face with his right hand. His eyes emitted a burst of excitement as he exclaimed, "You really look like Ye Fanchen!"
At this point, he pulled out an arrow from the quiver hanging behind his waist. It was similar to the one that had just brushed past Ye Fanchen's cheek. It seemed to be made of a material similar to red copper.
"Blood Dress Tower's purple-clothed assassin, Six-fingered Arrow Demon, Meng Qi!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Qi pulled the string of his iron bow to its limit. A cold light flashed past and went straight for Ye Fanchen's glabella. It seemed like he was going to kill him in one shot!
"Clang!"
The silver-white long sword swept past Ye Fanchen's body. The blade of the sword collided with the arrow and easily cut it in half, allowing it to fall to the ground after losing its momentum.
However, just as Ye Fanchen was about to sheathe his sword, he realized that Meng Qi did not seem to think that this arrow could achieve the desired effect. This was because he had nocked another three bronze arrows on his iron bow!
"Whoosh —"
"Whoosh —"
"Whoosh —"
…
Countless sharp sounds of air being pierced rang out.
Meng Qi alone gave Ye Fanchen the feeling that he was facing an army with thousands of men and horses. It was as if Meng Qi's arrows would never run out, and his strength would never run out!
After blocking one of Meng Qi's arrows, Ye Fanchen was faced with a rain of arrows that almost covered the sky!
Ye Fanchen formed a sword seal with his left hand and suddenly waved his right hand. The silver-white longsword directly shot towards the countless arrows that had yet to fall from the sky!
He did not use the sword to cut those arrows. When the silver-white longsword flew out to a certain height, it suddenly stopped and suddenly released a strange power!
The countless arrows in the sky were instantly frozen in the sky by a strange power. Even the spiritual power that Meng Qi used to control the bronze arrows could not escape and was imprisoned together with them.
A large amount of spiritual power was imprisoned. Even a strong expert like Meng Qi did not dare to act rashly at this moment. He was afraid that his spiritual power would be scattered by Ye Fanchen!
The spiritual power that still belonged to him was obviously suppressed by a kind of Heaven and Earth Mighty Power. If Ye Fanchen really made it disappear, it would be no different from directly crippling him!
Under such circumstances, Meng Qi could only obediently stay where he was and try to control his spiritual power to break through the suppression of River Suppression. Unfortunately, it was ineffective.
The third move of the Luo River Sword Technique, the fourth move of the official sequence — River Suppression!
One move, Rising Dragon, one move, River Suppression. These two sword moves that had not appeared in the world for ten thousand years instantly suppressed the two Late Stage Chaotic Realm warriors.
"Clap! Clap! Clap! "
"Clap! Clap! Clap! "
Two claps that came from different directions sounded almost at the same time.
It was as if they were praising Ye Fanchen's strength, but also as if they were mocking Ye Fanchen for overestimating himself.
"It's a small world. Ye Fanchen, we've been looking for you for so long but to no avail. Every time we were about to catch you, we would suddenly lose track of you."
In the corridor on the left, a man in purple who was dressed similarly to Meng Qi stretched out his hand and pressed on the devil mask on his face. He said coldly, "I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to us!"
A pair of slender eyebrows slightly knitted together. Ye Fanchen glanced sideways at the woman in the corridor on the right. She was also wearing a purple robe and a white devil mask, but she was very petite.
Two more purple-clothed assassins, two Late Stage Chaotic Realm warriors!
Even someone as strong as Ye Fanchen could not help but feel that this was a little tricky. He originally thought that he could catch his opponents off guard, but he did not expect Han Zhengchu to be so strong that he could forcefully drag out the battle until the experts from the Blood Dress Tower arrived!
The female assassin waved her hands in front of her and said with a bell-like voice, "Ye Fanchen, now you can't even withdraw your sword. How are you going to deal with us?"
Speaking of this, the female assassin's eyes suddenly lit up. She said loudly, "How about this? Leave your sword and Luoshui Swordsmanship, and we'll let you live. What do you think?"
The male assassin continued the conversation in a mocking manner, "If you cripple your own cultivation, I can give you a lot of money to let you live a peaceful life as a rich man in the secular world. What do you think?"
"Spit!"
Ye Fanchen turned his head and spat to the side. He said coldly, "Cripple my own cultivation? That's a good idea. If you two cripple your own cultivation, I can give you a quick death! "
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fanchen did not give his opponents a chance to speak. He clenched his right hand into a fist and suddenly punched the ground!
The Dividing Metal Dragon Shaking Fist left a shallow imprint on the ground. However, when Ye Fanchen lifted his fist from the ground, a terrifying force suddenly burst forth!
A terrifying pressure descended. Other than Ye Fanchen, the other four people present all felt as if they were carrying a towering mountain on their backs.
"Retreat!"
Han Zhengchu's sword slashed apart the black and red dragon shadow that had lost the spiritual power supply from Ye Fanchen. However, he did not continue to rush forward to fight with Ye Fanchen.
As a veteran expert, he clearly knew the gap between himself and Ye Fanchen. Even when Meng Qi attacked Ye Fanchen from behind, Ye Fanchen still had the strength to suppress him.
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