At the place where Si Yufan fought previously, a figure in a cloak leaned over and wiped the blood on the ground.

He lightly twirled his fingertips, feeling the residual warmth of the blood. He thought for a moment and then raised his head and looked forward. He ordered his subordinates: "He will definitely not be far away. Chase him!"

"yes!"

…

Si Yufan suddenly woke up from his sleep, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked up at the dusk on the horizon. He was somewhat thankful that no enemies or spiritual beasts were chasing him, otherwise he would have been dead by now.

But he never noticed that not far behind him, a masked man was walking quietly with a knife raised.

Si Yufan suddenly felt like a light on his back. He had no time to think and his waist subconsciously bent.

The gleaming blade passed by his eyes and cut off a strand of his hair.

Si Yufan was so frightened that a black light flashed in his hand, and he swung out a horizontal knife and stabbed the masked man in the chest.

Before he could catch his breath, a strong gust of wind hit him.

Si Yufan's expression instantly froze, he pulled out the horizontal knife, stamped his feet on the ground, and took several steps back.

When he stabilized his steps and looked forward, he saw a black tree stuck in the place where he was standing, followed by several men.

Si Yufan narrowed his eyes and stared at the cloaked man standing at the front.

The man in the cloak has cold eyes and a slightly weathered face, which is somewhat similar to Han Feihu.

"Finally I found you." The cloaked man said.

"So what if I find it?" Si Yufan spread his hands and asked nonchalantly.

The cloaked man looked up to the sky and laughed: "I will accept your life!"

Si Yufan rolled his eyes and joked: "You are Han Feibao, right? Just like your brother, you both look bad!"

When Han Feibao heard this, his eyes were murderous.

He pulled out the black straw from the ground and walked towards Si Yufan: "Boy, today next year will be your death anniversary."

Before he finished speaking, his figure swayed and disappeared from the spot.

Si Yufan's pupils suddenly narrowed, and the spiritual energy covered the blade along the meridians. He stepped hard with the sole of his foot and hit it behind him.

The soldiers were fighting hand to hand, and the violent wind roared out.

Si Yufan's expression changed drastically. His steps were unsteady and he was thrown backwards by the impact. The soles of his feet created deep grooves several meters long on the ground before he managed to stop.

"Later stage of Qi training realm?" he asked solemnly.

Han Feibao twisted his neck a few times, his bones made a crisp sound, and a sinister smile appeared on his face: "That's why eldest brother asked me to kill you."

Si Yufan spread his hands again and sneered: "You should have heard of my methods. Maybe your elder brother just wants you to be cannon fodder."

Seeing the change in Han Feibao's expression, Si Yufan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, stepped on the ground with his feet again, and rushed forward at a faster speed, his robes making a hunting sound as they were moved.

He swung the knife sharply, and the blade went straight to Han Feibao's throat.

Han Feibao's pupils tightened and he hurriedly turned sideways, but a trace of blood was still left behind.

The blow missed, Si Yufan tapped his toes on the ground, walked around behind Han Feibao like a ghost, and kicked Han Feibao in the lower back, causing him to stagger.

Before he could stand still, Si Yufan slashed with the sword in his hand, each strike hitting the same spot accurately.

For a while, the sound of "ding-dong" sounded continuously in the forest.

"Get away!" Han Feibao was angered and waved his arms to fight off Si Yufan's attack.

Si Yufan was always on guard, jumped in the air and landed smoothly, twisting his shoulders a few times: "It seems that you are more powerful than I thought, you bastard."

"You are not allowed to interfere, I will break his bones with my own hands!" Han Feibao glared at Si Yufan with red eyes and shouted to the men behind him.

As soon as he finished speaking, his clothes moved automatically without any wind, and his sharp breath filled the air.

Feeling Han Feibao's soaring aura, Si Yufan's body's spiritual energy circulated rapidly, ready to deal with the opponent's attack at any time.

"Xuanyang Shaoying!"

His vision was blurry, and Han Feibao flashed out. The black tree with cold light brought a strong sense of oppression and turned into shadows to hit him.

Si Yufan frowned, watching the sharp edge getting closer and closer, and suddenly retreated.

"Want to run?" Han Feibao snorted coldly and darted in front of Si Yufan in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that there was no way to dodge, Si Yufan's heart changed, he gripped the handle of the knife and faced him.

"Boom!"

The loud noise exploded like thunder, and the violent wind raised a cloud of smoke and dust from the ground.

"How dare you fight me without any special skills?" A cruel look appeared on Han Feibao's face, and he pressed his shoulders hard.

Si Yufan's face instantly turned pale, a muffled sound came from his throat, a fishy-sweet smell filled his mouth, and he was beaten back dozens of steps.

"You overestimate your ability!" Si Yufan spat out the blood from his mouth and said word by word.

Han Feibao stretched out three fingers, narrowed his eyes and said, "In this case, I will kill you within three moves!"

Si Yufan nodded slightly: "Just what I wanted."

Before he finished speaking, Si Yufan turned into an afterimage and flashed behind Han Feibao in an instant, stabbing his heart with the sword in a flash.

Han Feibao turned around, deflected Si Yufan's attack, raised his weapon and struck down angrily.

The distance was too close, and Si Yufan had no time to dodge, so he simply used offense as defense, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed Han Feibao in the throat, but he leaned back to avoid it.

Han Feibao picked up the black spear again and whipped it towards Si Yufan's waist.

Seeing that the black spear was about to hit, Si Yufan jumped up suddenly, spun around in mid-air, and struck Han Feibao's Tianling Gai with his sword.

Han Feibao was shocked. He hurriedly gathered his spiritual energy and pointed it at Si Yufan, shouting: "The light is broken!"

Si Yufan's eyes widened. It was too late to change his tactics, so he had no choice but to take it.

The blade of the knife collided with the tip of the tree, instantly overturning the fallen leaves on the ground.

After a breath, Si Yufan was so shocked that he vomited blood and flew backwards.

Before he could hit the ground, Han Feibao came over and hit his neck with the black gun in his hand glowing with cold light.

The cold light gradually grew in Si Yufan's eyes. He wanted to raise his knife to resist, but his arms were as heavy as lead, so he could barely move his fingers.

Could it be that we can only stop here?

No, I can't lose!

With thoughts rising in his mind, a trace of stubbornness flashed in Si Yufan's eyes. He reluctantly raised his arm with his unyielding will, but it was of no avail.

At the critical moment, another figure flashed over and stood in front of him, forcing Han Feihu to retreat.

Si Yufan looked at the familiar figure of the visitor and was overjoyed. Then he fell heavily to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Chen Dao glanced back at Si Yufan, his eyes full of concern: "Are you okay?"

Si Yufan shook his head at him, but couldn't stop coughing violently.

Chen Dao faced Han Feibao and shouted angrily: "You Han family bullies people too much!"

Han Feibao pondered for a moment, raised his black spear and pointed at Chen Dao: "What kind of trouble can you cause by yourself? If you don't talk nonsense, we will solve it together with you!"

"You think I'll do it myself?"

Chen Dao's eyes were particularly stern, and he clapped his hands behind him several times. In response, more than a dozen Chen family elites rushed out and killed Si Yufan behind him.

When Han Feibao saw this, his dark face turned the color of pig liver with anger.

Chen Dao nodded with satisfaction: "Is it enough now?"

Han Feihu didn't say anything. Chen Dao was a little impatient and waved his hand to the Chen family's elite.

More than a dozen people understood and surrounded Han Feibao and his party.

Han Feibao recognized the situation, gritted his teeth, took out an invitation from his arms, and threw it to Chen Dao: "My brother invites you to a gathering at my house tonight. Do you dare to come?"
Chapter completed!