Fish swimming around the world

Xue Antian bit his tongue suddenly, and the energy burst out. The numbness disappeared instantly. Unfortunately, although it was only a short half breath, he suffered a great loss. The thunder almost hit his chest head-on. The old strength was exhausted, and the new strength had not yet been born. Xue Antian felt as if he was hit head-on by a mountain. He was directly knocked back a hundred feet and spit out blood.

But he was worthy of being a top strong man. The next moment, a huge snowflake condensed and blocked in front of him.

This was to prevent the opponent from continuing to chase, and set up a shield.

But to his surprise, the opponent did not pursue the victory, but turned around and continued to escape.

Xue Antian adjusted his breath for five breaths on the spot before suppressing the internal injuries. The anger in his heart had reached the extreme at this time.

The world's number one assassin was repeatedly played by a junior. Putting aside the martial arts, this was a humiliation for him. Fortunately, his men were still three miles away and did not see his embarrassed appearance.

Xue Antian, who was really angry, was like an arrow shot from a bow. The air was swirling and twisting wherever his figure passed.

When he caught up with him again, he had already passed another thirty miles.

Jiang Fan felt bitter. There were still ninety miles to go. He had already used all kinds of tricks, but he still couldn't get rid of the opponent. Xue Antian was simply too difficult to deal with.

Listening to the faint whistling sound coming from behind, he knew how fast the opponent was at the moment. Perhaps in terms of speed alone, Xue Antian was definitely one of the best in the world today.

Without looking back, he knew that Xue Antian was less than ten feet behind him.

But Jiang Fan didn't take action immediately. He didn't take action until the opponent approached three feet. He shook his hand suddenly and threw a net back.

That's right, a net. It was the Feng family's sky net that he had torn into two pieces in Daicheng. But he couldn't repair it, so it was only half a piece.

He chose this time with careful preparation. Although the net was large, if the distance was far, the opponent could just sweep it away with the strong wind. However, at such a close distance, Jiang Fan used all his strength to cast the net, which made it difficult for the opponent to do so.

Xue Antian was angry at Jiang Fan's various methods, but he also doubled his caution. Seeing a net coming, he hummed slightly, and the tip of the sword trembled and hummed, trying to tear it apart directly.

But to his surprise, even though the Snow Flower Sword was sharp and unparalleled, it could not immediately break the net. Instead, he was surprised to find that the net was shrinking and was about to entangle him.

However, Xue Antian would not be stumped by such means. The Snow Flower Sword changed from stabbing to picking, and the true essence rotated like a vortex, and instantly rolled up the Tianluo Net into a bundle. But even so, it still delayed two breaths, and the opponent once again pulled a hundred feet away.

However, at this point, Xue Antian was not surprised but happy. This net obviously would not have much effect, but since Jiang Fan threw it out, it was enough to show that he had no stronger back-up, and he was about to kill him!

With a burst of energy, Xue Antian exploded directly, his body seemed to teleport, and the distance of a hundred feet was within fifty feet in just a blink of an eye.

As long as he burst forward, he could kill two people.

But at this moment, a huge figure suddenly appeared in front of him, standing tall and ten feet high.

The man was dressed in white and had white hair. His appearance was kind but full of majesty. With his appearance, a grand voice suddenly sounded: "Descendants, you are here..."

Xue Antian was really scared. He quickly braked, his eyes were full of doubts.

But he immediately found that the figure immediately became illusory, and it seemed to be flying away with Jiang Fan's escape. His intuition told him that this was a strange shadow without any lethality.

Sure enough, as he merged with the sword, he passed through the figure directly, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

Eye-catching trick!

Xue Antian was really furious. Jiang Fan really had a lot of tricks.

But it was useless. He was sure that Jiang Fan had no stronger means. He had no more worries and rushed forward three times in a row, approaching Jiang Fan again.

Sure enough, this time he was within three feet, but the opponent was still running away.

Xue Antian was overjoyed and immediately gathered his strength to prepare for a strike.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan suddenly turned around and rushed back. Xue Antian was shocked and suddenly found that the opponent had taken the most impossible approach and grabbed the tip of the sharp Snowflake Sword.

Isn't this courting death?

Xue Antian's surprise was only a moment, and the next moment he was about to burst out his strength and crush this hand.

Unexpectedly, the hand was not hurt at all.

In shock, he found that the opponent seemed to be wearing some kind of thin gloves on his hand.

And there is a treasure?

After a confused moment, he was surprised to find a strange smile on Jiang Fan's mouth.

He suddenly shook his head, and a hairpin made a phoenix cry and broke through the air, with an unimaginable speed.

That's right, it was the hairpin that the empress gave to Jiang Fan. Although it can only exert 70% of the empress's power, it is not something that any strong man can underestimate.

And Jiang Fan used the invalid blocking twice specifically to paralyze the opponent, and then burst out this sudden killing move for the third time.

Although it was just a small hairpin, Xue Antian felt unprecedented fear. He raised his head in horror and narrowly avoided it, but he did not avoid it completely. The hairpin actually penetrated his nostrils and pierced out from the bridge of his nose.

Xue Antian was shocked and was about to make a move, but the killer's intuition told him that it was not good.

Sure enough, as he instinctively slapped his palm, he just met the opponent's heavy fist. The strong vibration instantly broke his five fingers that were not enough to condense the true energy, and rushed forward, pressing his palm against his chest.

Xue Antian felt a huge shock in his chest again, and his internal organs suffered a second severe injury. Fortunately, his left hand blocked the opponent's fist, greatly reducing the force.

But he was still knocked back. This sudden blow made him unable to hold the Snow Flower Sword anymore. As he retreated wildly, the sword changed hands.

Xue Antian was Xue Antian after all. He retreated again and again, and the sudden attack did not affect his judgment and killer instinct.

However, the opponent was also advancing, sticking close to him as if to take his life while he was sick.

Xue Antian stared at the opponent and quickly mobilized his skills, but when he was staring at Jiang Fan, he never expected that there would be a wind behind his head, and a sharp breath came from behind, as fast as lightning.

This time, no matter how fast Xue Antian reacted, it was too late. When he realized something was wrong, he suddenly turned sideways, and his right shoulder was burning, and something behind him penetrated his deltoid muscle.

Xue Antian was extremely angry and roared. His whole body burst out with a powerful aura, as if a snowstorm had rolled up from the ground. The terrifying air wave directly pushed Jiang Fan away.

But Jiang Fan also used this force to grab the hairpin and turned around to continue to escape.

Xue Antian did not dare to chase him immediately. With a horrified look, he adjusted his breaths on the spot for ten breaths before he let out a sharp roar, his eyes flashing with ice. He had only experienced this kind of loss from Sun Daotong. He did not expect that his disciple, who had reached such a high level of cultivation, would let him taste it again today. Damn it! Killable!