In the jungle, a figure looked panicked. He glanced back from time to time and saw nothing behind him, but he still didn't dare to relax.

At this time, there was a "crash" sound above his head. He looked up and saw a man and a chicken standing on the top of the tree with backlight.

Before he could cry out for help, the people in the tree had already swooped in front of him.

There was a flash of cold light, his eyes gradually became blurred, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

Si Yufan put away his horizontal sword and silently observed the surrounding terrain.

…

"There he is!"

Not far from here, a huge crowd was chasing a vigorous figure in front of them.

"Damn it!"

The thin man stared at the rapidly moving light spot in the surveillance instrument, spat to his side, frowned and said, "Damn it, how can this bastard run so fast?"

"Stop... complaining."

The fat man was panting heavily from exhaustion. He glanced at the light spot on the magic weapon and exclaimed: "He...he stopped!"

The thin man paused and raised his hand to signal the team to stop. The entire team tacitly formed an encirclement and slowly approached the light spot.

When they got closer, they saw that where the light spot showed, there was only a leopard spiritual beast, with a bloody epaulette tied to its body.

"Where are the people?" The thin man shouted loudly at the crowd.

The others looked at each other in confusion, completely confused as to why this was happening.

"Are you looking for me?"

There was a sudden sound, and they followed the sound and saw Si Yufan standing on the branch with his hands behind his hands, making a condescending face at them.

Everyone was so angry that their mouths were filled with smoke, and they rushed upward angrily.

Si Yufan looked at the rushing man with a playful face, then turned sideways and cut off the rope on the side.

Sharpened wooden sticks were shot out from the darkness in dense numbers, immediately causing a muffled sound of flesh and blood colliding.

Before everyone could take a breath, another huge log fell from all directions, causing continuous wailing from below.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two county magistrates turned around and wanted to run away. Si Yufan rushed out with a single step and used the force of his fall to catch up with them. He raised his knife and ended their lives.

After shaking off the blood on the knife, Si Yufan returned to the tree, took out a signal bomb from someone's arms, and fired it into the sky.

Afterwards, he sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and ran the Nine Revolutions Xuanxie Record to adjust his state, waiting for the final battle to come.

Not long after, Si Yufan heard an explosion. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a black gun approaching. He jumped up to avoid it.

He held the back of his head with both hands, leaned against the tree trunk, smiled and said to Han Feibao who came over: "You are finally here."

Han Feibao pulled up the black grass on the ground, licked his lips lightly, and said in a particularly sinister tone: "A bunch of trash! So many people can't deal with a young boy like you. In that case, let me avenge my nephew with my own hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Feibao moved his shoulders a few times, and the surging spiritual energy surrounded him, stirring up the fallen leaves around him.

Immediately, he stamped his feet on the ground and slammed into Si Yufan menacingly.

Si Yufan's face was solemn, and he stared at Han Feibao's figure without blinking. He swung his sword in his hand and slashed away his attack.

The huge force caused Si Yufan's jaw to go numb, and he took several steps back before he could barely stabilize his body.

Si Yufan shook his arm and said jokingly: "People in the town say you are brave and strong, but now it seems that you have just lived up to your reputation."

"My defeated general, if it weren't for Chen Dao, you would have died long ago." Han Feibao rolled his eyes and continued: "Do you know what Chen Dao said before he died?"

When Si Yufan heard this, he was startled and a little panicked.

Seeing this, Han Feibao turned the black gun in his hand and threw it towards Si Yufan.

The sharp blade came towards him, and Si Yufan finally came to his senses. It was too late to dodge, so he had to lean back. A cold light flashed across his nose, and a warm current flowed down his chin and fell on his neck.

He followed the stick, stepped forward like a loach, and stabbed Han Feibao between the eyebrows with the horizontal knife in his hand.

Han Feibao's pupils tightened, he stepped hard with the sole of his foot to stabilize his body, turned his pole to block Si Yufan's attack, and kept moving backwards, intending to distance himself from him.

Si Yufan's reaction was even better. He drew out the dagger with his left hand and stabbed Han Feibao's thigh one after another. He slashed with the knife with his right hand, forcing Han Feibao to retreat in panic.

Seeing Han Feibao retreat to the predetermined position, Si Yufan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, grabbed a rope hidden under the fallen leaves, tripped Han Feibao, and fell to the ground.

Si Yufan took the opportunity to slash down with his sword angrily, but Han Feibao rolled on the ground and dodged the fatal blow.

"The fierce light breaks!"

Han Feibao shouted angrily, and Hei Shan pointed out fiercely with lightning speed.

Si Yufan's pupils tightened and he took a step back with a look of reluctance. The advantage he had established before was instantly gone.

Before he could stand firm, Han Feibao took the lead and swung his black spear, like a falcon pouncing on prey, and rushed towards Si Yufan.

Si Yufan's expression was stern, and his spiritual energy swept away, shattering all the fallen leaves on the ground. He raised the knife in his hand and started fighting with Han Feibao.

The sound of gold and iron clashing is endless.

After repeated confrontations, Si Yufan's physical strength gradually became weak and his steps began to wander. On the other hand, Han Feibao's offensive became more and more fierce.

Si Yufan ducked sideways to avoid the blow, and caught a glimpse of Xiaobai who was standing on the top of a tree, watching a show leisurely, and shouted: "Why don't you come over and help?"

Xiaobai held his wings in front of his chest, raised his head high, and said with a cold snort: "I promised you three medicinal herbs before to help you drive the spiritual beasts, but I didn't say I would help you fight."

"you……"

Being distracted by Xiao Bai, Si Yufan only felt a sharp pain in his waist. He fell heavily to the ground and slid for more than ten meters before stopping.

A black shadow flashed before his eyes, Han Feibao sat on his chest, and the black tree turned and hit his forehead.

Si Yufan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he quickly raised his sword to resist. When the weapons collided, sparks shot out.

However, his physical strength was about to be exhausted, and his strength was completely inferior to that of Han Feibao. He could only watch the sharp blade getting closer and closer to him.

"Brother Bai! Master Bai! Stop looking, you will die if I die!" Si Yufan yelled anxiously.

Unexpectedly, this shout made him feel discouraged, and the cold light went even further, pressing blood marks on his face.

In despair, a palm-sized white ball of fire fell from the sky and hit Han Feibao's chest.

Han Feibao was caught off guard and was hit so hard that he vomited blood and fell off Si Yufan.

Si Yufan took the opportunity to stand up like a carp and kicked him far away.

"Thanks!"

Xiaobai dispersed the flames, narrowed his narrow eyes, and snorted coldly: "You owe me another medicinal plant, don't forget to pay it back!"

Si Yufan rolled his eyes at it and didn't want to speak at all.

Han Feibao looked at the talking chicken in front of him. He didn't understand why and was stunned for a while.

Si Yufan saw the flaw with his peripheral vision and jumped towards it.

Han Feibao took two steps back and held the black stick against his chest.

Unexpectedly, Si Yufan pulled out the dagger and inserted it into the ground, drawing an arc with his body, and kicked Han Feibao on the ankle.

Han Feibao's center of gravity was unstable and he knelt on the ground with a "plop".
Chapter completed!