Chapter 192. Wind Dance - the front line of heaven and earth!

When Ye Fan thought that this obscene man would definitely die, the latter smiled gloomly and took out a shield again with lightning speed...

The obscene face, the treacherous smile, and the turtle shell-like shield are simply the extreme of obscene flow. The expression seems to be laughing at you, "Bight me, hit me."

You should know that this obscene man just thought that he had won. As soon as he saw that Ye Fan was a little tricky, he immediately gave up the attack and turned to defense. There was really nothing to say.

Ye Fan's face remained unchanged and turned into a vague shadow. In a blink of an eye, he came to the other party, picked up the cold wind sword in front of the shield, and suddenly cut it down.

"Ding!"

At the intersection of the two, dazzling sparks and scattered winds broke out. A huge impact force acted on the obscene man through the shield, who was impacted and glided back hundreds of meters.

Ye Fan looked at him coldly, and then his figure flashed again.

"Ding!"

Another sword is cut on the opponent's shield. The other party can only be beaten bitterly and has no ability to fight back at all.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Ye Fan was lightly cut down one sword after another, and the other party was almost beaten to vomit blood and supported it bitterly.

"Brother, I'm wrong. Don't fight." The obscene man was really afraid of being beaten. This feeling of being constantly teased is really uncomfortable to spit blood.

The answer to him is a sword!

"Puff!"

The obscene man sprayed blood on the shield, shrugged his face, looked at the scrapped shield, and wanted to cry without tears. This is already his fifteenth shield. If it goes on like this, his family property will be ruined. This kind of shield is not cheap.

"Kill me." The obscene man suddenly looked upright, gave up resistance, and said with his head held high. He really didn't want to fight anymore.

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth twitched, and this feeling was like trying his best to hit the marshmallow, and he was so uncomfortable that he was about to vomit blood.

"Why, don't you dare, you bastard?" The obscene man's nostrils turned to the sky and looked at Ye Fan with a disdainful face. Anyway, he planned to lose. At worst, he would "die" here.

"I want to die, you are beautiful." Ye Fan stabbed a few swords and stabbed the acupuncture points all over his body. Suddenly, the latter only felt that his body was stiff and his whole body was restrained and unable to move.

"What do you want to do?" The obscene man vaguely felt a little bad.

Ye Fan didn't want to talk to him anymore. He kicked him, and the latter flew into the sky with a "bang".

Ye Fan jumped gently, came to his top, and stepped on it.

"Boom!"

The obscene man suddenly hit the ground, and the ground suddenly broke like a spider's web, fluttering dust all over the sky.

Ye Fan fell on the ground and picked him up and beat him up.

"Brother, I'm wrong. Don't, don't hit me. Kill me." The obscene man howled, and there was blood everywhere in his nostrils and the corners of his mouth.

Ye Fan was not so boring after all, and it was a waste of time to play any more, so he pierced his throat with a sword and ended the game.

"Victory of the game, win +1, points +10." A beautiful female voice sounded in Ye Fan's mind.

After observing the opponent's record, Ye Fan was speechless for a while and didn't observe it just now. It didn't matter. Only at a glance did he know that he really met a strange person.

"5 wins, 30 losses and 100 draws."

Ye Fan can almost imagine that an extremely obscene face keeps demonstrating to the other party, beating me, beating me, and then the other party can't break the defense of this obscene man no matter how he fights. Even if he barely breaks it, he will be desperate to find that the other party has taken out an identical shield. I had to make peace, and even admit defeat directly. When I saw this obscene man, I had an impulse to run away.

Without thinking much, Ye Fan immediately began the next battle. This time, he paid a little attention to the other party's record.

150 wins, 40 losses and 0 draws!

is a tricky opponent, but this is interesting. Ye Fan thought to himself.

"Huh, 2 wins and 0 losses? A novice who has just crossed the ninth floor can win two games in a row. I really don't know which two idiots lost, tut." The opponent is a cool young man. He also paid attention to Ye Fan's record and was slightly surprised, but it was just a surprise. Anyway, it was just a newcomer who had just come to the virtual space.

At the beginning of the battle, the young man did not see Ye Fan's record like the two people in front of him. Instead, he looked at Ye Fan leisurely, with a playful smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Newcomer?" The young man whistled and looked at Ye Fan playfully.

"What?" Ye Fan did not answer him directly. He raised his eyebrows and said without showing weakness.

An invisible air machine has been slowly brewing between the two.

"Nothing, just a little curious." The young man smiled and said carelessly.

Ye Fan looked at him faintly and said nothing.

The young man thought Ye Fan would continue, but he didn't expect that he didn't buy it at all, so he had to continue to say, "I'm curious about which two wastes lost to you in front of you. It's really embarrassing for our seniors."

"It's none of your business." Ye Fan only felt that the other party was extremely talky and didn't want to talk nonsense with the other party.

"Tut, what a great anger. Let me, an excellent senior in the second grade, teach you. The newcomer should look like a newcomer. Don't be so rude to the senior." The young man smiled.

As soon as the voice fell, the opponent disappeared in place.

"Keng!"

Ye Fan picked up the cold wind sword and blocked it casually. A figure slowly appeared in front of him, holding a full moon machete in his hand, and the two were less than half a meter apart.

"Good response." The young man smiled and showed his white teeth.

"Thank you." Ye Fan replied unwarmly.

The young man shook his head and did not say anything to make fun of himself. Instead, he slowly stepped back two steps with a solemn face.

A fierce knife gas locked Ye Fan. Ye Fan only felt cold all over his body, as if there were countless steel knives to tear himself apart.

"Cang Rift!"

A huge moon-bending knife gas suddenly burst out on the machete, which is almost ten times the size of a human. The soaring knife gas even has traces of faint tearing in the space around it.

"It's so strong. It can't be stopped by the wind dance alone." Ye Fan's hair exploded, and a cold current kept flowing from the bottom up. Nevertheless, the cold wind sword in his hand trembled slightly. This was not fear, but...

Excited!

The young man carried a machete, and the carrier suddenly chopped at Ye Fan.

"Come on!" Ye Fan looked up at the knife gas that was quickly split on the top of his head, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes. Unexpectedly, he did not dodge and bullied him up.

"Wind Dance - the front line of heaven and earth!"

A bright light more dazzling than the sun suddenly burst out from the tip of the sword, and at the same time, countless breezes entangled up and turned into dark winds.

"Boom!"