Chapter 427

"Dangdangdang!"

With a burst of crisp sound coming out, Zhang Fan's battle spear and Yuan Hui's sword constantly collide with each other, sparks splashing everywhere.

For a moment, it seemed as if the two sides were evenly matched.

And Yuan Hui's face, at the moment, is also gradually showing a dignified color, he did not expect, Zhang Fan should be so difficult, and, give him a lot of pressure, let him dare not have a bit of relaxation.

However, what he didn't know was that Zhang Fan didn't use all his strength, especially in the aspect of speed, the speed that Zhang Fan could reach was at least much higher than that of Zhang Fan under the condition of fully operating the skill. In addition, the spirit whirl of the first layer of Zhangfan's "secret code of battle spears" was not applied to the spear, and his strength was only eight at most Layer.

Since the sail comes in, it is impossible to simply end, otherwise, it will not have the effect of deterring others.

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Fan, who has been constantly rotating in situ, is now in collision with Yuan Hui. With the help of the anti shock force, Zhang Fan moves backward towards the back. At the same time, his feet move. Zhang Fan's whole person seems to move in a blink, and his spear directly stabs Yuan Hui with a strong and sharp breath.

If he fails to hit the target, Zhang Fan will change the direction again and stab Yuan Hui from one angle and another.

Yuan Hui, though his own speed is good, is still a lot worse than Zhang Fan's limit speed after using the fleeting shadow. At the moment, every time his alloy sword is wielded, it basically splits the shadow formed by Zhang Fan.

"Tear

At this time, Zhang Fan's spear stabbed out again in a strange way. Although Yuan Hui dodged for the first time relying on his strong body method, it was still a step late. Suddenly, Zhang Fan's spear directly penetrated into the edge of Yuan Hui's combat uniform.

Even in Yuan Hui's waist left a more than 10 cm long scratch, let Yuan Hui also feel some pain.

"Bang!"

Zhang Fan will not give up such a good opportunity. At the moment, Yuan Hui is like a real object waiting for examination on the barbecue shelf. He can't get rid of Zhang Fan's spear for a while.

At this time, the strength in his hand hit the spear and pushed it vigorously. All of a sudden, Yuan Hui's body was like a kite and flew out directly. Finally, he fell heavily on the ground dozens of meters away.

At the moment of Yuan Hui flying out, Zhang Fan's eyes twinkled, and one foot suddenly stamped on the ground. The whole person was like an arrow from the string, chasing Yuan Hui in the air, and kicking out at Yuan Hui quickly.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

In the mid air, Yuan Hui is temporarily unable to borrow strength. Under the attack of Zhang Fan, the whole person has been flying out in all directions in mid air.

Every time he was about to land, he would have arrived in advance, and in an instant, he would have been kicked out again.

At this moment, Yuan Hui is like a puppet with a sail. He has no resistance.

This process lasted for five minutes before Zhang Fan stopped.

Yuan Hui, who finally fell on the ground, has already become bloody all over his body. The bones in his body have already been completely scattered in the attack line of the sail. Even around his body, there are holes pierced by Zhang Fan with a spear, and he is bleeding constantly.