Supreme Killer

Chapter 321 Chu frivolous

Triple swordsmanship, Hong Chen laughs!

As Xiao Fan's slightly hoarse voice sounded, with a loud sound, Xiao Fan's long sword was unsheathed and his backhand volleyed!

Cang!

The long sword was sheathed, and Xiao Fan stood quietly on the spot, his whole body instantly converging, like an ordinary person no longer ordinary.

"Haha, you can't kill..." Hei Wuchang yelled up to the sky, before he finished speaking, he suddenly dropped the blood sword in his hand, and firmly covered his neck.

However, he couldn't hold it no matter how he covered it. The blood shot up into the sky like a fountain of water. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground. His scarlet eyes were full of horror and unwillingness.

"For the sake of you let me understand the third epee force, leaving you a whole body." Xiao Fan muttered to himself, turned and walked towards the exit.

"How can it be!"

"The sword light you can't see?!"

When Xiao Fan left the platform of life and death, the crowd exclaimed, many people staring at the blood stains on the ground and the cold corpse.

There were a few sword repairmen who saw what was going on just now, but they couldn't tell the truth. The intuition from the sword told them that Heiwuchang was dead by the insignificant sword of the ghost.

"How did he do it?" In Yajian, the Fourth Elder looked at the scene in horror, even she couldn't see through.

"I knew I should go to the scene to see it. I can only see the shape here, but I can't grasp the meaning." The eyes of the second elder were also full of shock.

"I'm sorry, two, I won." The third elder laughed and laughed very happily. After winning this time, he will arrange the opponents of the next 30 ghosts.

Regardless of the fact that the next 30 games are very simple, even for those who can win 50 games in a row, it is extremely difficult, because the opponents they face will also be people who have won more than 50 games in a row.

"Hmph, it's only fifty games, it may not be able to survive 80 games." The elder snorted coldly, and turned and left with a flick of his robe.

Xiao Fan naturally didn't know that the elders in the battlefield were blushing for him. He changed into clean clothes and left after a few words with the waitress Xiao Ling.

In the next few days, Xiao Fan did not arrange an opponent, and Xiao Fan did not object. These injuries on his body will not be able to recover in a short while.

However, in Xiao Fan's heart, this injury can be exchanged for the third epee, it is enough.

Back at the Yunlai Inn, Crazy Wolf saw a seriously injured Xiao Fan, his eyes were very calm, as if all this was in his expectation.

"How about it, are fifty games very cool?" The mad wolf looked gloating, but his face was still cold.

"It's okay." Xiao Fan grinned, his pale complexion lacking any energy, only his eyes were still extremely clear.

"In the next fifty games, each game will not be easier than the fiftieth game. Only by constantly improving your strength can you have a chance to win." As a past person, Crazy Wolf knows the danger of the next life and death battle.

"Relax, I know." Xiao Fan nodded. He didn't have the slightest fear in his heart. Instead, he had a glimmer of expectation, but he also knew that the next battle would not be possible three times a day.

After saying hello, Xiao Fan sat on the bed to heal, recalling the scenes of the previous battle in his heart, and sorted it out several times.

"Although the real strength of the ghost is not very good, but the sword is slanting forward. When you encounter such a person in the future, you must pay attention to it." Xiao Fan secretly said in his heart.

It was also at this moment, away from the inner city of the Huo Emperor Capital, in a huge courtyard of the Chu Family Mansion, surrounded by tight guards, even a fly would not want to break in.

In the other courtyard room, there was a soft cough.

"Big Brother, how are you?" A moving voice like a yellow oriole came. If Xiao Fan heard it, he would naturally recognize it. It was Chu Yanran's voice.

In the room, the layout is very simple, a row of bookshelves, a desk, a few swords, and a hospital bed, the space is filled with a strong fragrance of medicine.

On the bed lay a thin-faced young man who seemed to be in his twenties, with fair skin, dark eyes, and sword-like eyebrows with a sharp air.

The young man is Chu frivolous, but it is very different from his usual image. He used to be vigorous and heroic, but now he can only lie in a hospital bed.

"Big sister, don't worry, you can't die." Chu lightly coughed a few times, with a trace of black blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and barely a smile on his face.

"If you die, you will surely be saved!" Chu Yanran couldn't help but burst into tears, crying Lihua led the rain.

"I know my situation. My father hasn't come to see me in the past few days, huh." Chu Qingkang smiled bitterly. He was born in a big family, he knew the cruelty of a big family.

He used to be so heroic. He entered the inner courtyard of the Battle Soul Academy at the age of eighteen and became a master of the rankings. He broke through the battle emperor realm at the age of twenty. Who did not know that he was frivolous?

However, this is not what it used to be. Since his body was poisoned and the family spent a huge price and couldn't cure him, the family has almost abandoned him.

He is frivolous and strong, and almost no one among the younger generation of the Chu family can compare, but now, his position has been replaced by others.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Chu family will treat him Chu frivolous no matter how much it costs, but when the disease cannot be cured, will the Chu family persist?

Chu Qingkang knew these things in his heart, but didn't tell them.

It just thought that his father would not visit him, which made Chu Qingkang a little desperate.

"My father must be troubled with affairs, and I will definitely come over if I have time." Chu Yanran said quickly, even though she said that, there was obviously a bit of bitterness in her eyes.

"Don't lie to me. Death is actually not terrible. There are many people who died in my hands. When I killed people, I thought that I might have such a day." Chu Qingkuang smiled bitterly and stood up hard. Come.

Chu Yanran hurriedly supported her, lowered her head and remained silent.

"I hope that in the next life, I can be an ordinary person." Chu Qingkuan said.

"Brother, you never said, who hurt you? With your strength, you can explore an ancient place. How can it be poisoned? Moreover, even the eighth-grade alchemist is helpless with this strange poison, Na Ning Chuan, Chu Yi Feng and the others are all right." Chu Yanran asked with a small mouth, taking a deep breath.

"Don't guess, no matter what the reason, it can only be said that the skills are inferior to humans." Chu Qingkang's face sank, and he signaled that Chu Yanran could not talk nonsense, obviously because she was afraid that she would suffer innocent disaster.

"It's not that I guess, everyone is thinking like this now, but I don't dare to say it. Chu Yifeng is usually just a follower of Big Brother. Big Brother and Big Brother talk about it every day. But these days, has he seen Big Brother for a while? "Chu Yanran said angrily.

Chu Qingkang's face was very calm, but there was a flash of killing light in the depths of his eyes.

"And that **** Liu Chang, it's been almost a month, and I haven't seen her to come to see you! You are the only one who holds them in your heart!" Chu Yanran got more and more excited.

Hearing the word Liu Chang, a rare trace of tenderness appeared in Chu Qingkuan's eyes.

"Big Brother, Second Sister." An anxious voice came from outside the courtyard, and a woman in white skirt broke open the door and rushed in. It was Chu Yuzheng who Xiao Fan had seen in Cangwu Valley.

"Little girl, what kind of decent way is it!" Chu Qingkuang coldly snorted, with the majesty of a big brother, but there was a hint of doting in his eyes.

"Big Brother, Chu, Chu Yifeng is ready to marry Liu Chang." Chu Yuzheng swallowed his saliva and said angrily.