Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 130
Zhou Fan darted quickly, as if moving through the air he moved very quickly about to slash at the thin-moustached man. But Shang Qiu and Shang Yui confronted him.
Swush... Trangs...
Zhou Fan did not retreat he shook the blood sword of the night, and swung the slit straight ahead.
He slashed while leaping, forcing the three people who were his opponents to instantly dodge.
Shang Qiu jumped backwards, avoiding Zhou Fan's slash, while the other two people jumped to the right side and to the left side.
Zhou Fan was now in a three-way siege, Shang Qiu who was the brains of the other people's prayer attacks, waving his sword, as if telling Shang Yui and Shang Lu to move.
Shang Yui obediently nodded, then lunged at Zhou Fan, with steel scales gloves.
While Shang Lu who had been defeated twice by Zhou Fan was a little hesitant to make a move, but seeing the fierce gaze from Shang Qiu made the thin-moustached middle-aged man gulp down a rough saliva.
Glegs!
A split second later the thin-moustached middle-aged man advanced, clasping his sword tightly.
Shang Qiu not only silently watched, after seeing Zhou Fan's ability, he realized the young man's strength was not weaker than his.
Despite having to play a wiggle he had to kill the young man before him, Shang Qiu's determination.
"Shang Yui, Shang Lu, keep attacking!" Shang Qiu shouted loudly, the old man also started attacking.
Zhou Fan pulled the corner of his lips, turned his sword and prepared to welcome the attack from three directions.
Shang Qiu drove with his sword tapering forward, Shang Yui was already preparing with his fist, whereas Shang Lu had already raised his sword high.
Zhou Fan resisted Shang Qiu's attack, holding him back with his sword.
Trang!
Simultaneously his feet jumped, then kicked Shang Yui and Shang lu's chests.
Shang Yui who had the lowest cultivation retreated a few meters, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.
Shang Lu was also retreated, but the thin-moustached middle-aged man did not get a fatal wound.
Shang Qiu staggered backwards as a result of Zhou Fan's sword thrust.
The three exchanged lyrics, then nodded in unison.
Hyats!
With the aba that Shang Qiu gave the three of them back to attack Zhou fan, the countenance of the three looked gloomy, the glint of his eyes emitting a dense killing aura.
Sword attacks and fists continued to pound towards Zhou Fan, but the young man seemed to be enjoying the fight, as if he wanted the fight to happen.
Zhou Fan attacked while dodging the attacks of three people at once, very skillfully Zhou Fan swerved around looking for his opponent's gap.
While at the end of the room, it appeared a middle-aged man dressed in all black put on an anxious face.
"My shop..." With a whimpering voice he muttered, seeing the chaos before him, he was utterly helpless.
The middle-aged man named Bao Tang, the tavern owner did not have the courage to stop the fight, not only because one of the parties was a Shang noble family, but he was not, but also because it saw the strength of both sides that were so far above it.
Ever since the visitors on the third floor scattered out, Bao Tang hurriedly headed towards the third floor, wanting to ascertain what had happened.
His arrival at the last rung of the stairs would have surprised him, witnessing a truly great fight, a young man standing valiantly before his three opponents.
Seeing the courage of the young man, made his little heart ask, who is that young man.
With a minimalist brain he thought, trying to remember who the young man before him was.
Bao Tang was indeed on his chin, as if the young man was very important to him, occasionally he scratched at the nape of his non-itchy head, then shook his head with an eye toward the young man.
Dugh... Aohhh!
Bao Tang's voice made the fight stop instantly.
The fight stopped, each of them looked towards Bao Tang, then looked at the black-clothed middle-aged man with a terrifying gaze especially the triumvirate of the Shang noble family.
Cold sweat filled Bao Tang's pale face, his legs trembling, his hands clinging to clothes that looked tangled from his grip.
"It seems like everyone is busy, I'd better get back..." Bao Tang rubbed his feet, while whistling awkwardly he tried to retreat slowly.
But the goddess Fortuna did not allow him to leave so easily.
"Wait!"
Just as Bao Tang's right foot had already started to step back, Shang Qiu's voice echoed in the room, making the targeted Bao Tang shrink his guts and obediently stop.
"Can this weak man help you, Second Master Shang?" With sweat pouring out Bao Tang asked, his face lowered, not daring to look at Shang Qiu.
Before Shang Qiu said, Zhou Fan laughed, and then said. "Uncle, are you the owner of this shop? If you do, you don't have to worry, everything will be covered by Shang."
Zhou Fan was so relaxed, not even a hint of anxious or doubtful expression appeared.
"You!" Shang Qiu looked at the annoyed Zhou fan, gritting his teeth, his jaw as if it had hardened perfectly.
"You'd better go, or the old man's gonna hurt you." Zhou Fan again said casually, making Bao Tang frown his forehead.
"What are you waiting for uncle, are you waiting for death to come to greet you?" Zhou Fan's question instantly made Bao Tang aware, the middle-aged man quickly turned towards Zhou Fan.
While Zhou Fan was staring seriously at Shang Qiu, "Let him go!"
"Curtain! I don't care about him, the most important thing is to take your life which will soon be out of loan. Ahaha!" Shang Qiu laughed in astonishment, his eyes radiating murderous intent, as if a demon was looking at its prey.
Bao Tang quickly went down the stairs after hearing Shang Qiu's words, as he continued moving he muttered, expecting the best for the young man who had helped him.
While on the third floor, the three Shang nobles began to prepare again, and once again attacked Zhou Fan together.
Zhou Fan moved wildly, exerting the movements of the sword god technique, his night blood sword was so dominant, spinning beautifully and also quickly.
Facing Zhou Fan's attack, the three people were actually forced into a defensive position.
Trangs... Trings...
Zhou Fan jumped up, swinging his sword sideways.
Shang Yui who was the target of Zhou Fan's attack with all her might dodged, but her speed was truly incomparable to Zhou fan's.
Sretti... Akhs!
The night blood sword scratched Shang Qiu's upper arm. The young man screamed in pain, but he did not know a leg was pointing at his stomach.
Successfully scraping Shang Yui, Zhou Fan lifted his leg, kicking Shang Yui until his body was blown away and dragged into the wall.
Bruaks!
Shang Yui spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood, then fainted instantly, making her uncle and servant look at her worriedly.
"Young master?!"
"Yui'er?!"
The two exclaimed together anxiously, Shang Qiu's face turned grim, staring intently at Zhou Fan.
"Damn it, I'll kill you!"