Zhou Fan faced the scimitar that slashed at him, and he raised the straight knife and slashed out.

The sound of knives colliding with knives sounded in the darkness, and the two of them exchanged several knives in an instant, and with the strength of Zhou Fan's high strength, they were also beaten back again and again by Zhang He, until they retreated to the wall, and they could no longer retreat.

"You've grown beyond my expectations every time, but that's the end of tonight. Zhang He's voice seemed calm and calm, his limbs were thick and strong, like the hands and feet of a giant, he was obviously a master of the explosive stage!

Zhou Fan, who retreated to the wall, sneered in his heart, he swallowed the explosive wine that he had been holding in his mouth, and the moment he swallowed it, the limbs and bones seemed to be steaming, it was terrifyingly hot, and indescribable power burst out from his body.

Zhou Fan waved his knife at Zhang He again with an indifferent face.

"Useless ......" Zhang He's scimitar slashed over, but as soon as he said these three words, he was slashed back three steps in a row.

A burst of horror floated in Zhang He's heart, why did this person's strength become greater again?

Before he had time to think about it, Zhou Fan's knives slashed one after another.

Chase the wind with a quick knife!

The knife was so fast, the light of the knife flashed in the dark, so fast that the human eye couldn't see it clearly.

Zhang He is also a good knife player, and he subconsciously uses his unique knife moves to resist.

With a ding, the knife was blocked by him, but Zhang He held the knife in his right hand as if it was about to be broken, and the strength attached to the fast knife was even greater than before.

Zhang He just felt a chill in his heart, a freak is an absolute freak, how can this person be more powerful than a knife?

Zhang He didn't have time to think about it anymore, because in the darkness, Zhou Fan's third knife came again.

It was still so fast that it was difficult to see in the dark, and if it weren't for the sudden burst of crimson flames from the blade of this straight knife, Zhang He would not have been able to catch the trajectory of this knife at all.

But he would rather not be able to catch it, the crimson flame edge of the straight knife that was split into his pupils, making him bold, this is the Soul Melting Martial Technique!

The shock in Zhang He's heart was indescribable, but he still relied on years of experience to wield a knife to resist.

Clang!

The first knife, Zhang He blocked, but the three inconspicuous ink marks on the straight knife and the hot yang qi made the two small flame runes that Zhang He attached to the scimitar directly disintegrated, and the runes spontaneously combusted, and the reason why the knife collapsed was because the small flame runes had been consumed a lot by the ink marks before, and it was difficult for Zhang He to detect it in the dark.

Clang!

In the second knife, Zhang He, who took a few steps back, raised his knife to resist again, but no matter how special the material of the scimitar without the blessing of the talisman was, it was just a better mortal soldier, and it was directly broken by the straight knife.

Zhang He's knife was broken, and he couldn't care about it anymore, just rolled around in the hall, and took out a yellow paper talisman from his arms, he looked at Zhou Fan coldly, and the yellow paper talisman in his hand burned quickly, with a faint green flame in the dark, it was very scary.

Zhou Fan ignored it, he swung his knife and slashed away.

Zhang He hurriedly dodged, the talisman he burned was useless!

Zhang He's face showed a look of astonishment, why did the killer weapon he never wanted to use in the end fail?

He couldn't figure it out, and he just wanted to get out of here immediately, away from this young man who made him feel terrified.

But under the fast knife of the streamer fast silver knife, he couldn't escape at all.

Zhou Fan was still indifferently swinging the knife, and the knife was so fast that it seemed that four knives were slashed out at the same time, chopping off Zhang He's thick and strong hands and feet.

Blood spilled on the ground, and Zhang He let out a terrible scream.

In order to keep some of his secrets, he deliberately lived far away from the homes of the people around, and the sound came out of the house, and it was difficult to reach the ears of the villagers who slept soundly.

Through the fire emitted by the blade of the straight knife, Zhou Fan could see that the hands and feet that had fallen to the ground were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to the size of normal human hands and feet.

The light of the fire was still reflected on Zhang He's pale face, which was twisted and screaming in pain.

Zhou Fan confirmed that Zhang He no longer had the ability to resist and escape, so he turned around and lit the oil lamp.

Zhang He was lying in a pool of blood, the light was on, he didn't shout loudly anymore, but forcibly looked at Zhou Fan with a pair of eyes with resentment.

The vitality of a martial artist is still much stronger than that of ordinary people, so Zhang He, who has shed so much blood, did not die, or even faint.

Zhou Fandao, who came over with the oil cup: "No matter how powerful your eyes are, you can't kill people, if I don't have a lot of things I want to know, I can give you a good time now, and I won't let you suffer so much." ”

Zhang He was stunned for a moment, of course there was no problem with what Zhou Fan said, and he couldn't help Zhou Fan anymore after cutting off his hands and feet.

Zhang He said in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?

The talisman that Zhang He burned at the end just now was a means to control the living insects, but the result had no effect, obviously his living insects were probably not in Zhou Fan's body.

Zhou Fan said: "Who else can I be? I am Zhou Fan." ”

Zhang He's voice was cold and said: "You can't be that wooden Zhou Fan, I was a little suspicious of your personality change, and in the end, your strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and you have so many hole cards in your hand, you are definitely not Zhou Fan." ”

Zhou Fan just shook his head and said: "Whether you believe it or not, I am Zhou Fan, this question is meaningless, and now it is not you asking me, but I am asking you." ”

Zhang He looked at Zhou Fan and said sadly: "I am the one who is about to die, why should I answer your question?"

Zhou Fan looked at Zhang He, he was silent for a while, and suddenly pulled out a straight knife, and the knife was on Zhang He's neck before he said slowly: "Because even if you are like this, you still don't want to die, you still want someone to save you, even if you know that this hope is very slim, you are not willing to give up." ”

"The person who wants to die will not be like you, and I have a question for you, so I will allow you to live for a while, you see, this is what you want me to do, if you are not willing to answer my question, then I will cut off your head now, you choose. ”

Zhang He's face was distorted, in his opinion, Zhou Fan's words were like a vicious thorn, but they pierced into his heart, Zhou Fan was right, he didn't want to die yet!

Even if he knew that Zhou Fan would not hesitate to send him on the road after asking the question, but for him, it would be worth it to live for a little longer, maybe he really had hope of living, he had always been a person with a strong desire to survive.

Zhou Fan said again: "I have limited patience, so I won't give you too much time to think about the problem." ”

"You ask. Zhang He closed his eyes, opened them again, and said calmly.

"Why are you harming me?" Zhou Fan asked in a cold voice, "Now you should know that I'm not stupid, if I find out that you lied to me, then I will immediately cut off your head." ”

"Because I want to cut off your head and replace it with mine. Zhang He replied.