Chapter 371 Heavy damage!

"act recklessly."

"King Yong, you deserve death today!"

"die!"

The murderous intent unleashed by the old man was about to solidify, and Ning Fan felt a chill in his heart. With his spear intent flowing, he struck out boldly.

"Die!"

The monstrous palm seemed to be able to cover the night sky, and it fell from the sky. Such vast power actually gave him an extraordinary feeling.

This vast force enveloped Ning Fan, and for the first time, he felt that he was so close to death.

"Damn it, I'm a man of destiny!"

"Break it for me!"

With a roar, Ning Fan seemed to have not lost his composure like this for a long time. Under the pouring of his inner energy, the Fierce Dragon Soul-Severing Spear also made a series of whimpering sounds.

Unknowingly, a touch of Gang Qi circulated around the body and attached itself to the spear.

"Congratulations, master, for stepping into the peerless ranks and triggering achievement rewards..."

After Ning Fan thrust out his spear, he could no longer hear what the system said behind him. His ears were buzzing, and he felt that his spear was piercing a towering mountain. His body was like a kite with its string broken. It hit the ground hard.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Ning Fan felt like stars were shining in his eyes. The old man looked surprised when he saw that he was not dead. He took another step forward, and the aura on his body suddenly rose.

"Life is really tough."

"I'll see how you receive this palm."

As he said that, the old man struck out with another palm. Ning Fan struggled for a few times, then gave up the struggle. A figure in the distance suddenly stepped forward and flew towards him.

"Give it to me!"

"Lord, leave quickly!"

Listening to Dian Wei's roar, Ning Fan also showed a bitter smile. He almost had no strength to move his fingers. How could he escape from the hands of a master?

"How brave!"

When the old man saw that there were still people who dared to come out to stop him, his eyes flashed with a flash of coldness. His palm prints fell, Dian Wei slashed with both halberds, and the strong energy swept through him. He stepped back seven or eight steps in a row, and just took the old man's blow. The palm, the floor beneath his feet, cracked inch by inch, revealing several palm prints.

The armor on Dian Wei's body was directly crushed by the old man's palm. His chest was filled with overwhelming emotions, and he suppressed a breath of blood. He didn't know how many bones in his chest were broken, but he was still upright. His eyes were full of scarlet color, and he was dead. stopped in front of Ning Fan.

"Peerless general!"

"So what?" The old man saw that his two attempts were blocked, and there was a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. "Since you are so loyal, I will help you."

"boom!"

"boom!"

The old man swept forward and rushed in front of Dian Wei in an instant. He struck out one palm after another. Under the powerful aura, the lanterns hanging high on the shops on both sides of the long street collapsed.

Dian Wei held the two halberds tightly and swung them one after another until the old man knocked them down one after another. However, despite this, he still stood up and stepped forward step by step.

"I can't retreat!"

"Lord, I can't die. As long as I don't fall down, he will never touch you again."

"Old man, come again!"

Dian Wei's seven orifices were bleeding, his clothes were in a mess, and the bones in his waist were broken to pieces. It seemed that he might collapse to the ground at any time, and his internal organs were surging.

As soon as the old man's seven or eight palms were connected, Dian Wei seemed to be unable to hold on anymore. Blood spurted out from his mouth, his teeth were broken, and a dim light flashed in his pupils.

"Lord, I can't beat him."

"I can't stand it anymore."

As the shaky and burly figure fell to the ground, Ning Fan's eyes turned scarlet, but there was nothing he could do.

His fingers were clutching the ground tightly and were already stained with blood.

"Now, it's your turn."

The old man smiled very gently and slowly stretched out his hand to grab Ning Fan.

"Old man, how dare you!"

An angry shout rang out, and a figure suddenly hit him. The old man's expression condensed, and he saw that the figure falling to the ground was actually his grandmaster.

"What a stupid old man!"

"It's you!"

Lin Yong's figure almost flew across the sky, coming across the air step by step. Ning Fan watched the figure rushing towards him and shouted with all his strength: "Uncle Lin, save Dian Wei."

After saying that, he finally couldn't bear it any longer, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

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Ning Fan seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, he was walking in another world. Dian Wei was wearing a war robe next to him. He went to ride the high-speed train with him and looked at the great rivers and mountains in the future. The two of them discovered that inside the carriage Sitting there are Guan Yu, Yue Fei, Yang Zaixing, Gao Shun...

They marveled at the majestic scenery of the hereafter and marveled at the prosperity of the hereafter.

Gradually, the painting style changed, and he seemed to have arrived at King Yu's City and entered the Zhengde Hall.

In the dream, he was wearing a nine-clawed dragon robe, walking step by step towards the highest dragon chair, but gradually, figures disappeared behind him.

Dian Wei, Yang Zaixing, Yue Fei, Lan Yu, Chen Qingzhi, Guan Yu...

Each of them gradually moved away, accompanied by a shrill roar.

"Lord, I'm going to go!"

"I will serve my Lord again in the next life."

"Lord, I'll go first."

"Lord..."

Voices rang out in his ears, Ning Fan's body trembled suddenly, and familiar calls came again to his ears.

"Lord!"

"My lord... look, my lord's finger is moving."

Ning Fan felt that his eyelids seemed to be extremely heavy. He blinked vigorously a few times and vaguely saw figures surrounding his bed.

"woke up!"

"Look, my lord is awake."

Ning Fan hadn't fully opened his eyes, but he heard very clearly that the voice belonged to Xu Chu.

After a while, Ning Fan finally woke up from his slumber. In front of him were Jia Xu, Guo Jia, Chen Gong, Xu Chu, Yang Zaixing, and Guan Yu who came from the capital...

"Dianwei..."

"Where's Dian Wei?"

Ning Fan looked around and struggled to say a word. The people around him fell silent and looked at each other.

"Where's Dian Wei?"

Seeing Ning Fan being so emotional, with two tears falling down his face, everyone was moved. Guo Jia stepped forward and said softly: "My lord, don't worry, the general will be fine."

"where?"

"He's lying on the bed, he hasn't woken up yet."

"Senior Lin has treated him, and there is no need to worry about his name!"

When Ning Fan heard that there was no fear of life, he finally felt relieved, nodded, and said softly: "Are there any casualties?"

"Nothing!"

"Senior Lin arrived in time, and Miss Long and Lu Feng first stopped the assassins."

"Man, escaped?"

Hearing Ning Fan's rhetorical question, Guo Jia nodded and said solemnly: "My lord, we are very lucky that you are fine now!"

"That group of assassins is very powerful, and the leader is a great master."

"He was the only one who escaped with two masters."

Speaking of this, everyone showed a look of shame, but Ning Fan breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep again.

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