The sound of sea breeze comes from the nearby coast.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of rough waves.
Among the sounds of the waves, there was suddenly a wisp of other sounds.
This sound was like a gust of wind, floating in front of Zhao Yufan.
The coldness hit him.
Zhao Yufan lowered his head and looked at his abdomen.
There was a sword wound.
Blood slowly flowed along the cracked skin and stained his clothes red in a moment.
The scar was not very serious, but it was a bit inexplicable.
Is it the Martial Emperor or the Martial Emperor?
Zhao Yufan stood quietly in the courtyard with a solemn expression.
Someone must have passed by him in the breeze just now, but the speed was too fast and he didn't notice it.
The faint floral fragrance carried a wisp of breeze and floated behind him in an instant.
Without hesitation, he turned around and punched the air.
Electricity surged in his fist, and blue arcs formed clusters of bright light in the air, which gradually disappeared. .
Shot empty.
Zhao Yufan's eyes were like a cheetah's, his body was slightly bent, and he felt everything around him slightly nervously.
This seemed to be the first time he faced such a powerful enemy, even the original Martial Emperor Baichuan, the leader of the Qinglan Sect, and the Black Robe Liu Wuhen of the Party did not give him such a sense of crisis.
This person must be a master, but how could there be such a master in a small border town like this?
Moreover, this person seemed to be deliberately trying to clean up Zhao Yufan and had no intention of killing him, otherwise Zhao Yufan would have been seriously injured just now.
The fog shrouded the surroundings, and Zhao Yufan remained motionless.
Now he could not see his opponent with his eyes alone, so he needed to listen with his ears, listen to the sound of the wind around him, the sounds of insects and birds around him, and the breathing of the enemy.
The ever-changing sound of air movement in all directions.
Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind.
Zhao Yufan did not look back, but moved forward like lightning.
As soon as he left his previous position, he heard a soft whisper behind his ear, seeming a little surprised.
Turning around, Zhao Yufan finally saw his attacker.
This man was a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was wearing a white dress and looked extremely chic.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Yufan asked.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and whispered: "Hand over the Demon Control Sutra" As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yufan's eyes suddenly widened, he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in disbelief, and asked warily: "How do you know who you are?"
The middle-aged man curled his lips and smiled, and continued to repeat what he just said: "Hand over the Demon Control Sutra."
"Beat me," Zhao Yufan smiled lazily, and suddenly there was a steel knife in his hand.
The steel knife swept across the middle-aged man with a whistling sound, but the middle-aged man was obviously prepared.
As soon as his body turned, the whole person disappeared into the air.
Putting away the steel knife, Zhao Yufan stood quietly and asked in a cold voice: "You are Emperor Wu?"
"You underestimate the Emperor Wu too much."
The middle-aged man's voice came out faintly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
"If he's not a Martial Emperor, could he be a Martial Emperor?
But a Martial Emperor, how could he be so powerful?"
Zhao Yufan thought to himself, his brows furrowed deeper and the expression on his face became more solemn.
"Do you think you are the best in the world by being domineering in the Zimang Empire, defeating the Ten Emperors, and killing King Dongshan and others?"
The middle-aged man's voice came again, this time his tone was extremely disdainful.
"Have you forgotten Baishan layman and the others?"
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Zhao Yufan's face darkened when he heard the Baishan laymen and he suddenly remembered that most of the Baishan laymen were also Martial Emperors, but this group of people gave him the feeling of being extremely dangerous.
Now that he thought about it carefully, their strength was definitely not there.
He was even slightly better than King Dongshan and others.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yufan shook his head and said: "It seems that the rumors are really unbelievable, but I have never thought that I am the best in the world, but there are indeed very few people among the Martial Emperors who can beat me.
If you are Emperor Wu can’t even think of leaving easily from my eyes.”
"I am the Martial Emperor."
The middle-aged man smiled coldly.
He didn't know when he suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Yufan and slapped him hard.
He slapped Zhao Yufan in front of him, obviously wanting to humiliate Zhao Yufan.
Just when his palm was about to hit Zhao Yufan's chest, Zhao Yufan smiled ferociously, and stabbed forward fiercely with the steel knife in his hand with electric light.
The steel knife is longer than a person's hand, so the two people's attacks almost always appear in front of each other.
If neither of them retreats, it will inevitably be a lose-lose situation, and if only one retreats, then the two of them will All attacks will be neutralized.
Zhao Yufan did not intend to retreat, because he was not as fast as a middle-aged man, so if he retreated, he would lose, so he thought of this method.
This method is extreme, but also very effective.
The middle-aged man obviously did not expect that Zhao Yufan would use such an extreme method.
A cold light flashed in his eyes.
He frowned slightly and took a step back, but his seal was also empty.
"You are very strong," the middle-aged man commented, but his voice was a little cold.
Zhao Yufan curled his lips and said arrogantly: "I said, if you are the Martial Emperor and want to hurt me, you still have to pay some price."
"Really?"
The middle-aged man smiled coldly and disappeared into the air again as he spoke.
Staring silently ahead, Zhao Yufan felt a chill rise in his heart.
Just now, he was just opportunistic.
Next time, the middle-aged man must be on guard.
He must be fully prepared, but this person is too fast and he cannot notice it.
Once he found his whereabouts, he had no chance to make a move and could only be beaten passively, which made him very depressed.
Time passed little by little, and the middle-aged man seemed to disappear and did not appear for a long time.
The fragrance of the flowers was still so strong, but what Zhao Yufan smelled was the smell of death.
The feeling of being watched all the time made him almost have a nervous breakdown.
"You are so amazing, you actually know psychological tactics."
Zhao Yufan curled his lips and sounded a little disdainful.
He knew that the reason why the middle-aged man hesitated to move his hands was because he wanted to defeat himself in his heart and take action against him.
The middle-aged man's voice came from all directions.
The voice rippled in the fragrance of flowers, and it was unusually clear and strange.
"Hehe, you are not bad.
You also know my purpose.
There are very few young people like you."
Zhao Yufan frowned and his face became even more gloomy.
This man spoke with a strange aura, as if he knew many unknown things.
However, he was his enemy, but he was not the kind of enemy who would win or lose, because this man did not seem to have any Want to kill him.
"You won't kill me" he asked.
There was silence in the courtyard for a long time, and there was no middle-aged man's voice.
Just when Zhao Yufan thought that the middle-aged man would not answer, the middle-aged man spoke.
"Don't kill" Two simple words, but extremely strange
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