Supreme Emperor of Swords

Although Zhang Fan could clearly feel that he was getting weaker, he did not slow down at all.

He plunged into an alley.

The chasing cry after him could be still heard.

“There are still fifty meters to go…” Zhang Fan was calculating in his mind. He took out a sky-blue cloak from his treasure bag. As long as he crossed the alley and mingled with the crowd, he could change how he dressed in an instant.

There are still thirty meters to go…

Twenty meters to go…

Ten meters to go…

The alley exit was already in sight, and he could see the crowd in the distant market.

He would be able to escape in only an instant.

But suddenly and unexpectedly, an unprecedented dangerous feeling struck him, so that his fine hairs were standing on end. He stopped and put on a defensive posture.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

A string of crisp applause sounded in the alley.

“After practicing the magic power, you are really becoming extremely sensitive. He-he, you, a treacherous fiend, have unexpectedly noticed my existence.” A figure slowly came out of the shadow, just blocking Zhang Fan’s way. That person was square-faced with a green gown. It was Tian Heng.

“What I am practicing is not a magic power.” Zhang Fan held the saber in both hands and corrected him word for word.

“Even the teacher-in-charge has confirmed it. Do you still want to indulge in sophistry? You’re really self-destructive!” Tian Heng, like a cat playing tricks on a mouse, was looking at the ordinary-looking boy before him.

To tell the truth, Tian Heng was also a bit shocked. That boy before him had a poor aptitude. He had joined the Sect for only six or seven months. He, as a little hunter, had just reached the One-aperture Martial Disciple Realm. But in the past half a month, he had inconceivably escaped from pursuit a dozen times, which had been carried out by him and other masters who were several and even dozens of times more powerful than him. Although all that had just been planned, Zhang Fan’s survival force in the escape process was still shocking everyone.

“That is a frame-up.” Zhang Fan’s chest, like a giant beating drum again, slowly bulged.

“How can the teacher-in-charge at the top frame a pitiful creature with poor aptitude like you?” Tian Heng sneered and continued, “You are very cunning, but that’s all. I knew that you would definitely choose this road, so our people have already laid in ambush nearby. Zhang Fan, allow yourself to be seized without putting up a fight, otherwise… Hehe. Senior Brother Lu has already issued an order: you will be killed if you conduct any resistance.”

Before his voice died away.

On the top of the walls on both sides of the alley, dozens of figures showed up as expected. Holding sabers and swords and with strong aura, they besieged Zhang Fan.

“Lu Pengfei!!!!” Zhang Fan gnashed his teeth and said the name.

In his calm eyes, there was a thick and indescribable hatred. The teenager hunter said with extreme firmness, “One day when my Senior Brother Ding comes back, you will pay for what you have done.”

“Ding Hao? Haha…” Tian Heng laughed and said, “Ding Hao’s era has long gone. Do you still dream that he wil come to rescue you?”

Zhang Fan snorted and said nothing.

He was obviously preparing for the final fight.

His chest soaked in blood bulged violently, as if a dragon-heart in the chest were beating powerfully. A strange sound was pulsating in a rhythm, it could even be seen with naked eyes. The dust floating in the air around Zhang Fan was stirred up by an invisible force and surged cluster by cluster.

Zhang Fan’s bare skin was blood-red.

He opened his mouth and his white teeth were like daggers.

He was like a demon lord who harvested souls in a dark night.

Even Tian Heng, a master who had achieved the Completion in the Martial Soldier Realm, felt threatened at that moment. He took off his black giant sword behind him and dragged it on the ground. He said: “It is really an evil magic power, and it has such an effect…”

Between the talks, the chasing warriors who were trailing behind had arrived, and they completely blocked Zhang Fan’s way.

They were the handsome swordsman Zhang Wenzhao and his fellows.

At that moment, Zhang Fan was ready and his momentum had climbed up to its apex.

He stepped forcefully on the ground with his feet. With a banging sound, the blue stone at his feet broke open, the debris splashed, a whirlwind broke out, and the ground shook. Zhang Fan’s figure suddenly disappeared and then in a flash he neared Tian Heng and chopped him head-on.

“Too fast!”

That was the power coming out of purely physical strength.

No one had ever thought that at that time, the target that Zhang Fan would choose was Tian Heng, the strongest in the crowd.

“Lie down.” The anger out of being scorned filled Tian Heng’s heart. He raised his black giant sword in a backhand manner.

“Boom!”

A cluster of the most dazzling sparks suddenly appeared in the shadows.

A thunder like an explosion was constantly reverberating in the narrow alley. Everyone only felt the thunder in their ears, and their faces became pale out of shock.

Zhang Fan paused; his wounds burst apart, his blood plashed, but he did not step back.

Tian Heng had been practicing the Qi under the earth system and was well-known for his infinite power, but he went back and forth because of the shock. His black giant sword was dragged upside down on the ground, producing a series of sparks.

“You…” Tian Heng exclaimed.

He never dreamed that Zhang Fan, who was in the One-aperture Martial Disciple Realm, would burst out with such a terrible fighting power.

Zhang Fan said nothing. With his saber’s cold light flashing, he struck out with his saber again.

Tian Heng blocked it once again.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The black giant sword and the long saber collided continually.

Tian Heng was shocked and stepped back. Blood overflew from his mouth-corners. With horror in his face, he could not believe what had happened.

Zhang Fan’s bandages had been torn, with skin full of sores and holes exposed. The wounds were rotten so that some bones could be seen. It was hard to imagine how he could keep fighting when he suffered such serious injuries.

“What are you doing? Don’t act with rules! He is a traitor. Let’s fight with him together!”

Zhang Wenzhao shouted. Drawing his long sword out of the scabbard, and with his fellows, he jumped up and rushed to the battle field like lightning.

Zhang Fan seemed to have not heard it.

He turned his back to Zhang Wenzhao and the others without any defense behind him. With the long saber, he still chopped out continuously like lightning. He cut down on Tian Heng’s black giant sword that he could not raise.

“Who dares wins in a narrow path!”

As long as he could shake Tian Heng five steps away, he could enter the distant market.

“Kill!” Zhang Wenzhao’s strength was only second to Tian Heng. He was extremely fast so that he came behind Zhang Fan just after several flashes. Like lightning, he stabbed Zhang Fan’s in the back near his waist. He was fierce and ruthless.

And Zhang Fan, that time, seemed to have no chance to turn back to block Zhang Wenzhao’s stabbing.

He seemed to be preparing to take the sword with his body.

At that crucial moment…