Chapter 1229 Death of Xi Changhong

Facing Wu Fan who suddenly disappeared, Xi Changhong was stunned for a moment, and then his face became full of vigilance.

Wu Fan had used similar moves to sneak attack Zhao Dahai before, but Zhao Dahai dodged him. If Xi Changhong was not injured at this time, then even if Wu Fan held his breath, Xi Changhong would be able to sense it. After all, a practitioner However, once his cultivation reaches the innate stage, his insight will be greatly increased.

However, due to injuries, Xi Changhong's strength could not reach the innate stage, and he also lacked in sensing ability, which caused his ability to perceive the surroundings to be greatly reduced. At this time, he had completely lost track of Wu Fan.

However, although he could not detect where Wu Fan was, Xi Changhong did not stop. After guessing a possible direction, his attack was still extraordinary.

However, he didn't miss Wu Fan, he just hit a ball of air.

Xi Changhong was not discouraged, and raised his perception ability to the highest level while holding back his hand.

"bump!"

The sound of an object falling to the ground was heard, and Xi Changhong's lips curled into a sneer: "I found you!"

As he spoke, Xi Changhong slashed his sword in the direction of the sound without any hesitation.

Phew!

A ravine was created on the ground by Xi Changhong, but no one screamed and no blood spurted out.

Xi Changhong couldn't help but frowned: Missed?

Shouldn't it?

Just when Xi Changhong frowned, a cold murderous aura suddenly came from the soles of his feet. His physical injuries caused his perception and reaction abilities to decline. By the time he sensed danger, it was already too late.

Phew!

Xi Changhong's right leg was stabbed with a sword, leaving a wound more than ten centimeters long, and blood spurted out immediately.

"ah!"

Xi Changhong screamed and stepped back. At this time, he discovered that the person who stabbed him was Wu Fan!

"I kill you!"

Xi Changhong roared angrily and slashed with his sword.

At this time, Wu Fan had emerged from the ground, holding a sword again to block Xi Changhong's blow.

when!

The two swords collided, sparks flying.

Annoyed, Xi Changhong wanted to draw his sword and strike again, but suddenly felt his arm go numb, and his movements suddenly slowed down by two points.

Naturally, Wu Fan would not miss this opportunity. With a twist of his wrist, the long sword in his hand traced along Xi Changhong's sword, with a trace of sparks, directly hitting Xi Changhong's right hand holding the sword.

Phew!

Xi Changhong, whose arms were numb, had no time to react. The sharp sword in Wu Fan's hand instantly cut off two fingers, and the two fingers flew into the air with scarlet liquid.

"Ah, my hand!" Xi Changhong screamed, as shrill as a ghost. Because of the pain, he subconsciously let go of his right hand, and the sword in his hand fell.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

Wu Fan would not let go of such an opportunity. He stabbed the long sword upwards diagonally upwards, straight into Xi Changhong's chest, and kicked out with his right foot at the same time.

Xi Changhong saw the cold look in Wu Fan's hand from the corner of his eye, and he quickly twisted his body to avoid Wu Fan's fatal blow.

This time, Xi Changhong's reaction was timely, and Wu Fan's long sword passed across his body.

However, Xi Changhong could not rejoice for long...

Phew!

The sound of a sword piercing the body came. The expression on Xi Changhong's face froze, and his movements suddenly stopped. He lowered his head subconsciously and found that there was a long sword stuck in his heart, and with this sword, he was very Familiar, it is his own sword!

It turns out that the kick Wu Fan just kicked was not towards Xi Changhong, but towards Xi Changhong's fallen sword. After being kicked, the sword changed its direction of flight and stabbed Xi Changhong's chest. , Xi Changhong only focused on avoiding the sword in Wu Fan's hand, but was unable to dodge the attack of this flying sword.

Wu Fan sheathed his sword and retreated, standing about two meters away from Xi Changhong, with a touch of blood from the corner of his mouth and looking at Xi Changhong with an indifferent expression.

Since he promised to help Dao Ming avenge him, Wu Fan would naturally not break his promise. He was determined to kill Xi Changhong. No matter whether the opponent was in good condition or injured, he would kill him!

There are many ways for Wu Fan to kill Xi Changhong. The simplest is to use the summoning token. Under the attack of summoned creatures, especially the heavenly soldiers, Xi Changhong will definitely die even if he is in good condition.

But Wu Fan did not choose to do that, but chose to fight head-on. He wanted to take this opportunity to compete with the masters in the innate stage. With the summoning token as a trump card, Wu Fan had the confidence to fight with Xi Changhong. If it doesn't work, just use the summoning token.

Fighting against strong people is also beneficial to Wu Fan's accumulation of combat experience. This is what he values. In the past, when he faced innate masters, he basically ended up losing. Now, he finally defeated them. , and even killed an innate master.

Of course, this is also related to Xi Changhong himself being injured. Otherwise, it would not be easy for Wu Fan to kill Xi Changhong. The protective circle on the surface of the innate-stage master cannot be broken easily.

Although he only defeated a broken version of an innate-stage master, for Wu Fan, it was considered a great improvement, and he was still very satisfied.

"Haha." Xi Changhong looked at Wu Fan and laughed a few times, with a sarcastic look on his face. He didn't know whether he was mocking himself or Wu Fan: "I didn't expect that after all my tricks, I would die in your hands. I’m not willing to give in, I’m not willing to give in!”

After using up his last strength to shout these words, Xi Changhong paused, then fell on his back, lying motionless on the ground.

Xi Changhong was indeed unwilling to accept this. He had hidden his strength for many years, assassinated Han Song, and plotted against Zhao Dahai. Seeing that everything was about to succeed, he died in Wu Fan's hands. How could he accept this?

However, it was useless to be unwilling. He could only leave this world with endless resentment.

When Wu Fan looked at Xi Changhong, he swallowed another blood-replenishing pill. In the previous battle, Wu Fan was actually not lightly injured. Even if Xi Changhong's strength was damaged, he was still a master. Wu Fan was hit by him one after another. If it weren't for his good equipment and taking pills in time, he would have fallen to the ground earlier than Xi Changhong.

"Ah!"

Just when Wu Fan was taking a breath, he heard a familiar cry, but there was a little pain in this cry.

Wu Fan turned his head and saw that Daoming was knocked to the ground. There were several disciples from other sects in front of him. If it weren't for Zhuang Yan and the disciples of Qingfenggang to stop him, Daoming would have died in the hands of those people.

However, Qingfenggang was not a big sect after all, and the disciples in the sect were average in strength, and were no match for the disciples from other sects who attacked Daoming.

Seeing this, Wu Fan immediately activated the Yanqing Technique to its full potential, and rushed towards Daoming, Zhuang Yan and others.