Chapter 137 The Battle of Defeat

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Nie Fan's expression remained unmoved. His spiritual sense strodes over, but found that his spiritual sense could not enter Feng Zhengshan's body at all. There was a very strange layer of things on his body to block his spiritual sense from exploring!

Nie Fan's heart thumped slightly. This was the first time he discovered that someone could stop his spiritual sense. Feng Zhengshan gave him the feeling more and more mysterious.

Nie Fan was about to withdraw his spiritual sense, but his face suddenly changed slightly. He found that something was locked where the two of them were standing. It was obvious that Feng Zhengshan used the sealing formation to isolate the surroundings from the outside world. His spiritual sense could not be explored at all. I believe that people outside could not see or hear what was happening here!

The solemn expression in Nie Fan's eyes became stronger and he took a secret breath, looked up at Feng Zhengshan, and the momentum on his body unconsciously rose.

Feng Zhengshan's face was always calm, but perhaps because he had been in power for a long time, he always gave people a feeling of being arrogant without anger. He looked at Nie Fan, regardless of whether Nie Fan noticed something strange. His tone was calm and without any emotion, but he had a kind of oppression that could not be resisted by others, and said, "You ruined our Feng family's sword. If you are willing to be the new sword of our Feng family now, I will not take action."

Nie Fan immediately knew that the person he killed on the hill outside the city was the Feng family's sword.

Nie Fan's fighting spirit became more and more intense, his face was also indifferent, his eyes were calm, and he said, "You can take action."

Feng Zhengshan was not surprised, looked at Nie Fan and walked towards him.

Nie Fan's heart was beating unconsciously, and even Feng Zhengshan's calm walking put a lot of pressure on him!

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It seemed like there was a sound of wind, and Feng Zhengshan, who was walking, suddenly disappeared.

Nie Fan's whole body was tense in an instant, his spiritual sense opened, and the Seven Killing Sword flashed.

Suddenly, Feng Zhengshan appeared beside Nie Fan, not allowing Nie Fan to react at all, and he directly slapped Nie Fan on the shoulder with a palm!

Bang

Nie Fan flew out horizontally and knocked on a tree. He turned around and stood up with the help of his power. He looked at Feng Zhengshan who was motionless not far away, frowned slightly, his eyes flashed, and his face was solemn.

Feng Zhengshan had no expression on his face, but he had always looked at Nie Fan with a calm expression. There was no trace of coldness on his body, and there was no murderous intent on his face and eyes.

But the more this happens, the more terrifying it is, which puts great pressure on Nie Fan.

"Star rating?" Nie Fan stood opposite Feng Zhengshan, his solemn expression gradually calmed down.

"It's still one step away." Feng Zhengshan said. His tone was calm, not like life and death, but just like a conversation between a stranger.

Nie Fan's expression calmed down, and a cold look appeared between his eyebrows. He always felt that the Bing Ling Jue of the Feng family had been strange. Now it seems that Feng Zhengshan's *********************************************************************************

Seeing that Nie Fan stopped talking, Feng Zhengshan moved and disappeared from the spot.

Bang

Nie Fan's expression remained motionless, and he made a gesture with his right hand, and a circle of red and yellow flames instantly gushed from his body toward the surroundings.

Nie Fan felt a cold wind blowing beside him, and when he looked again, he found that Feng Zhengshan had returned to his original place.

Feng Zhengshan watched the flames that were gushing out of Nie Fan and now disappeared, and his expression moved slightly, looking at Nie Fan and said, "How did you do it?"

Nie Fan's expression was also calm and said, "Little Spell."

Such a conversation is not like a mortal enemy, but two strange martial arts masters who appreciate each other meet and compete with each other for martial arts.

Feng Zhengshan nodded, suddenly moved his body and suddenly appeared in front of Nie Fan. He instantly slapped Nie Fan in the chest.

Nie Fan's spiritual consciousness was useless, and the spiritual sense had no time to reflect it. His face changed slightly, and he groaned and flew backwards.

Bang

Nie Fan seemed to have hit something hard, and his body was bounced back and fell heavily to the ground.

Nie Fan slapped the ground with his palm and immediately stood up again. Even though he was wearing the treasure robe, a trace of blood still flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Nie Fan's face was cold, he took a secret breath, lowered the surging blood pressure, and looked at Feng Zhengshan with a serious look.

With this palm alone, Feng Zhengshan's strength is definitely not just one step away from the star rating. Perhaps his cultivation level is less than that, but his strength is definitely comparable to that of the star rating!

Feng Zhengshan seemed to be experimenting with Nie Fan, and was not in a hurry to take action continuously. He looked at Nie Fan with a calm expression.

Nie Fan was alert, but he became more and more calm. He soon knew that Feng Zhengshan seemed to be afraid of something and could not take action with all his strength.

He suddenly remembered the female leader's words and said to Feng Zhengshan, "Are you worried that you will attract the second envoy of Black and White?"

"No," Feng Zhengshan did not deny it, and directly admitted it, his face was indifferent and there was no trace of expression.

Nie Fan nodded, the Seven Killing Swords buzzed and screamed. Suddenly, his body was like lightning. In the darkness, he could not see clearly, and rushed towards Feng Zhengshan.

Feng Zhengshan's eyes were calm and his fat body dodged sideways with the flashing white sword light, while his hands kept slapping at Nie Fan.

Both of them suppressed their strength, like ordinary warriors, with bodies intertwined and fierce fighting.

The Seven Killing Sword Sword is so cold and as sharp as lightning, but it is always avoided by Feng Zhengshan at a critical moment. Although Nie Fan was wearing a treasure robe, he still had severe pain on his body, and his qi and blood were churning in his body.

Feng Zhengshan's face was always calm, as if everything was in his control. Every move had terrifying mastery. Either he didn't take action, he would definitely hit Nie Fan with one move. Moreover, his palm power was terrifying and he couldn't even cover his treasure robe!

Nie Fan's expression was extremely calm, and the true energy in his body was stimulating. The Seven Killing Sword could only see a white light flashing in the darkness.

The two fought hard, but to the eyes of people outside, this was an ordinary cement road, with drizzle and breeze blowing.

Two tall men, one black and one white, appeared not far away. They glanced at each other, and then turned around and left. They did not notice that not far ahead of them, there were two people fighting, and one of them was the person they were looking for!

Bang

Not long after the Black and White Second Envoy left, Feng Zhengshan suddenly slapped Nie Fan with a palm, and said calmly: "They are leaving."

As soon as Feng Zhengshan finished speaking, Nie Fan immediately felt a force like a heavy mountain pressing on his shoulder. Feng Zhengshan, whose eyes were always calm, had a hint of murderous intent.

Nie Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the true energy in his body rotated rapidly, his aura was fierce, and his sword intent soared into the sky.

There was still no trace of coldness on Feng Zhengshan's body. He appeared in front of Nie Fan as soon as he moved. His palms were cold and he grabbed his heart!

Nie Fan activated his true energy, and his body turned into black fog. He retreated and suddenly slashed towards Feng Zhengshan with his head.

Feng Zhengshan avoided sideways, slapped the Qikill Sword with his left hand, and swept Nie Fan's lower abdomen like a knife.

Nie Fan activated his true energy again, turned into flowing smoke, and retreated.

Feng Zhengshan was much faster than Nie Fan, and he chased him closely, his palms were as cold as iron, and he was about to pat his eyebrows.

Nie Fan retreated again, his eyes were solemn. It would not last long for him to consume his true energy like this. Feng Zhengshan must be dealt with as soon as possible!

Bang bang bang

Feng Zhengshan hit Nie Fan's chest several times in a row, and his body followed him like a shadow.

Blood was leaking from the corner of Nie Fan's mouth again, his body kept retreating, and various thoughts were turning around in his mind, but none of them could be applied to Feng Zhengshan in front of him. Even if he exhausted his true energy and activated the seven swords to unite, it would be him who would die at that time!

Nie Fan kept urging his true energy in his body to avoid Feng Zhengshan's palms. He had no power to counterattack at all. If it weren't for the treasure robe blocking most of Feng Zhengshan's strength, he would have been seriously injured long ago.

But Nie Fan's aura not only did not weaken, but became more and more fierce. The Seven Evil Sword Technique was activated to the extreme, and the evil spirits were everywhere, and the sword intent soared into the sky.

Nie Fan's eyes were cold, and the Seven Killing Sword suddenly sounded, and the coldness soared into the sky. Sword lights flashed, slashing towards Feng Zhengshan.

Feng Zhengshan was not surprised at Nie Fan's outbreak, nor did he have any unnecessary expressions. He was getting faster and faster, his palms were dense, and his huge palm shadows enveloped Nie Fan.

Bang bang bang

Nie Fan was hit by Feng Zhengshan's palms on his shoulders and chest, and his internal organs were affected. There were more and more blood on the corners of his mouth as he groaned.

Nie Fan's expression was cold, his eyes became calmer, his aura became more sharp, his hair was like a sword, his eyes were cold and sharp, his face was so hard, and the Seven Killing Swords were also cold and airtight, and he was competing with Feng Zhengshan.

This battle was not only the most difficult thing he encountered on earth, but he had never encountered such dangers in the world of cultivation. He had no backhand power at all, and his trump card was useless. If he hadn't had his heart tenacious surname, he would have collapsed without fighting!

Feng Zhengshan never had many expressions, and he didn't care about the terrible secret technique that Nie Fan had shown in the battle. He pressed against him, his palms became heavier and heavier, as if he was going to waste Nie Fan to death like this.

Bang

Nie Fan punched another in the shoulder, flew backwards, and hit a tree hard. As soon as Nie Fan stood up, Feng Zhengshan bullied him again. His palms seemed ordinary, but their power was extremely terrifying, and the stones were broken into pieces.

Nie Fan activated his true energy, his eyes flashed coldly, his aura was sharp, and his sword light surged into the sky, and he fought fiercely with Feng Zhengshan.

"Head of the family, if this continues, Nie Fan will be exhausted sooner or later."

Just when the two were fighting, three people stood together on a tree not far away. One looked tender and only ten years old, and the other two were hunched old men, who were the head of the Chu family, Chu Tianhao, and two old men around him.

Others could not see it, and even hid it from the sealing formation of the Black and White envoys, but could not hide it from Chu Tianhao. There was a white mirror with flames in front of them. Through the mirror, everything about Nie Fan and Feng Zhengshan was seen by them.

Chu Tianhao's expression remained motionless, looking at Nie Fan, who had been oppressed by Feng Zhengshan, his momentum was not weakening, but instead became more and more fierce, with a thoughtful and playful look in his eyes.

"Head of the family, should we take action?" said the old man in the south. Obviously, they could all see that if Nie Fan continues like this, he will be killed by Feng Zhengshan.

"Look, let's talk about it." Chu Tianhao felt a little unsteady and said, "He still has a trump card but hasn't played it."

The two old men from the north and the south did not speak again after hearing this. Indeed, every battle that Nie Fan appeared in their eyes had terrible secret techniques. This time Nie Fan had been enduring, perhaps just waiting for the opportunity to explode.
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