Chapter Fifteen Who Is He

  The eastern horizon has already turned white, and the hazy night is about to welcome the dawn. Due to the "city gate closure", it's still early at this time, and not many people will get up. However, there are also a few people on the streets who go out to prepare for work...

  "You hid it deep enough! I didn't expect it! Really didn't expect it!"

  The man in black glanced at the two wounds on his shoulder and arm, and said to Wu Fan with a somewhat sigh.

  Wu Fan narrowed his eyes, tightly grasping the fine steel treasured knife in his hand, because the wounds on his body were no less than those of this person. Moreover, he had also discovered this person's identity! Wu Fan was not that kind of person who would be fooled by someone covering their face, no matter how familiar they were. That kind of person must have eye problems, but Wu Fan's eyes were fine.

  "Each other! I didn't expect you also have a few tricks up your sleeve! Guo Zongqi, you're being too impatient, aren't you?"

  Wu Fan revealed the other's identity, and it was indeed Guo Ye, one of the total flags in Wu Fan's hundred households. After Bai Hu Chen Yu was killed by Wu Fan on the grounds of colluding with the Maitreya sect demons, the position of the hundred households became a fat meat, with people above having calculations and those below also having calculations. Undoubtedly, Guo Ye and another total flag Qian Rui were extremely hopeful, but yesterday's performance by Deputy Thousand Households Zhao Xi in the wine building made him anxious, plus some people's hints, he had to take a risk...

  Now, hiding one's head and showing one's tail has no meaning. Guo Yan pulled off the face cloth and slowly wrapped it around his hand holding the knife, binding his hand to the hilt. He didn't retreat; if he retreated, not to mention whether Wu Fan would let him go or not, that big shot who gave him a hint wouldn't let him go either. Either kill Wu Fan or be killed by Wu Fan - he only had these two choices.

  Looking at Guo Yan's rugged face full of murderous intent, Wu Fan took a deep breath, held his sword in front of him and said: "In a little while, this street will be crowded with people, your time is running out!"

  "Thanks for the reminder!" Guo Yang nodded his head, took a deep breath and said: "Then I'll kill you in the shortest time possible! Let me see what kind of material this top fighter from the Hundred Households is made of!"

  The two general flags of the Baihu Suo, Qian Rui is a honest man, at least on the surface. And this Guo General Flag is even more low-key than Wu Fan's recent performance. So they are often ridiculed by other Baihu Suos, saying "mud-made Baihu, paper-pasted general flag", the former refers to the already dead Chen Yu Xi, and the latter describes Qian Rui and this Guo Ye. But it is such a "paper-pasted general flag" that is so ferocious and fierce at this time!

  "Woof woof woof!"

  Clashing blades, ringing metal.

  Wu Fan was both regretful and fortunate. He regretted not abandoning the Chun Han sword earlier to cultivate the Yu Yang sword instead. Unfortunately, at 36 years old, Guo Ye had already practiced the Chun Han sword for 30 years, achieving a profound level of mastery, which made Wu Fan vulnerable to his attacks. On the other hand, Wu Fan was fortunate that he listened to the system's words and purchased the low-level "Innate Divine Power" skill, relying on his strong physical strength and power to avoid being cut down by Guo Ye.

  "Woof woof woof!"

  As Guo Yan's knife dance became more urgent, Wu Fan's left and right defenses seemed a bit powerless. He couldn't see the flaws in his opponent's knife technique, and even the opportunity to counterattack was strangled!

  "Whoosh!"

  "Ah!"

  A flash of knife light, a large piece of flesh and blood was cut off from Wu Fan's shoulder, and he suddenly let out a mournful cry.

  Severe pain made Wu Fan reveal a bigger flaw, his life hanging by a thread, but it also triggered Wu Fan's ferocity, determined to have one arm cut off by Guo Yan if he had to, just to chop off the other's head with one knife!

  "Hmm!"

  Wu Fan swung at nothing because Guo Yan dodged and flinched.

  Licking his lips, Wu Fan sneered coldly, like an enraged wolf: "So you're still afraid of death! Haha! Good! Really good! You know that if I don't kill you, you'll die anyway, yet you're still afraid of death! Really good! Extremely good! Humans should have some fear in their hearts, right? Guo Zongqi! I still remember how you used my wife to threaten me earlier! Hmm?"

  Guo Yan's face changed again and again, finally becoming even more ruthless!

  Wu Fan was just infuriating Guo Heng, he knew that the calm Guo Heng was the most terrifying. Of course, the outcome of recklessly infuriating his opponent would always be one of two: either he really grasped the opponent's weakness and won the battle; or he made a good death move, letting the opponent explode and kill himself. Either way, Wu Fan had no room for choice, he was just gambling, betting that he had the ability to kill his opponent.

  Kuang Yan gritted his teeth, switching from a single-handed sword to a double-handed one, and with a swift step forward, he charged into the fray.

  "Cheers!"

  Wu Fan let out a loud shout, and no longer used the Spring Chill Sword's techniques. Instead, he relied on his own strength and speed to wildly slash about. Since the Spring Chill Sword was being suppressed, why not try a different approach?

  "You can't kill me, I'll kill you, then go to your home and slaughter your son! Oh! Guo Zongqi! I've seen that little concubine of yours, she's quite pretty! When the time comes, I'll have some fun with her, and then kill her too! What do you think of my proposal? Not good? Haha! Forgot! You still have your elderly mother alive, don't worry! I'll kill her cleanly, just like killing your son, respect for the elderly and love for the young..."

  Wu Fan was wildly punching and kicking while muttering infuriating words that really got people's blood boiling.

  Kuang Yan was frightened by Wu Fan's words, and even more so by the fear of what would happen if he couldn't defeat Wu Fan. His face twisted to the extreme, and the knife in his hand didn't seem as sharp as it used to be...

  The martial arts of the two people were actually not much different, and in a fair and open battle, neither could kill the other in a short period of time. It was precisely because they couldn't kill each other in a short period of time that the side with better physical strength had the upper hand. Without a doubt, Wu Fan, who already possessed low-level "Innate Divine Strength", had the advantage!

  Bang!

  After a loud crash, Guo Yan's knife was chopped off by Wu Fan, revealing his vital organs...

  "Whoosh!"

  I've got it!

  Looking at Guo Yan, who was almost disembowelled by his own knife and curled up with a bleeding abdomen, Wu Fan let out a long sigh.

  Guo Yan held his knife, his face flushed red, the veins on his forehead bulging out, and even his painful breathing became heavier. He glanced at the knife in his hand, Guo Yan knew that if he hadn't tied his hand to the hilt with a black cloth earlier, the knife would have been knocked flying by now...

  The knife is still here, there's still hope, at least... at least can't let him hurt the family...

  Kuang Yan's eyes flashed with a resolute light, and he suddenly leaped forward, his empty left hand facing Wu Fan's incoming knife edge, grabbing it without hesitation, while the knife in his right hand was raised high...

  "Whoosh!"

  Suddenly appeared.

  "Rustle rustle......"

  Kuang Yan's enormous, ferocious-looking skull was rolling around on the ground non-stop. The last thing he saw was a person, a... red-haired and yellow-bearded man? How did he appear? Did he descend from the sky? Who was he? Why did he want to help...

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