Legendary Fighter
Chapters... 164
Seeing the figure before them was the young man they had just talked about, they looked at each other.
"Why are you following us?" The man in black clothes said in a stifled voice.
"Three one-star king fighters, and a nine-star grand master fighter. It seemed like the eclipse society was gathering information," Zhou Fan's inner self did not care about the black-clothed man.
"Hey, son? Do you think you've been great with holding the grip of one of us?" The curly-haired man stood in line with the black-clothed man.
"Are you from the eclipse society?" Zhou Fan spoke up.
The four men instantly put on the stance of the horse, in their hands were already available immaculate shiny swords.
"You shouldn't have said anything about the eclipse society, maybe you'd be safe if you didn't say it, but it's too late, you know us, whoever knows the eclipse society information, you know, not part of the eclipse's surface must die!" The man in black clothes said furiously.
Zhou Fan grabbed the night blood sword hanging on his back.
"Do you intend to fight? Do you think you will be able to escape after knowing our identity, Impossible!!" The curly-haired man showed Zhou Fan with his sword.
Tch...
Zhou Fan clucked boredly, he swung his sword forward behind.
"Nation! Let me spread your ear hole!" The curly hair man leaped towards Zhou Fan. He feels considered nonsense by the person he considers to be smelly.
Zhou Fan did not budge from his spot, but his hand moved lifting the night blood sword.
Trangs...
Zhou Fan shifted his body, while the curly-haired man rained down where Zhou Fan stood before.
The curly hair man attacked chaotically, as if his movements could not be properly arranged.
Hyats...
The curly-haired man coiled his sword, wagging at Zhou Fan's head.
Wush...
A whirlwind could be felt above Zhou Fan's head, he lowered his head avoiding the tabernacle of the curly-haired man.
Dodging his left hand into the belly of the curly-haired man.
Huak!
The curly-haired man crashed with his mouth spurting blood.
The bald man quickly darted to catch his friend.
Sert...
Bald men stop the body of his friend before hitting the tree trunk, otherwise it is certain that curly hair men will experience serious injuries.
"Are you okay?" The black-clothed man asked the curly-haired man.
The curly-haired man shook his head, he did not dare to make out with his friend, ashamed of being defeated by a young man.
"Take this!" The bald man stuck out his hand carrying the recovery pill.
Without saying much the curly-haired man accepted and swallowed the recovery pill. After some time absorbing the recovery pill, he stood up again with a sharp eye.
"Don't underestimate the opponent, he's not as easy as he looks." The man in black clothes said to his three comrades.
The three nodded at the words of the black-clothed man.
"Who exactly are you? Do you have a problem with the eclipse society?" The black-clothed man shouted to get to Zhou Fan's ears.
"Problem? ... " Zhou Fan being his sentence, he looked at the four men before him.
"There's a Problem!!" Zhou Fan lunged at the four men, he jumped up while putting up his sword preparing to slash.
The four men glared at him instantly, but then spread out avoiding the blood sword slashes of the night.
Blars...
The night blood sword slammed into the ground until it was hollow.
Zhou Fan drew his sword, calling out to him while looking at the four men who were now surrounding him in turns.
"Are you not too sure about yourself? You intend to defeat the four of us with just you?" The youngest man said sneering.
"Just blame your stupid brain, if you behave better maybe you can join the eclipse society." The bald man said while turning his sword.
"join? Are you guys worth it?!" Zhou Fan attacked the curly-haired man, as he was now the weakest.
Zhou Fan sped up at an unreasonable speed, a second later he was beside the curly-haired man.
Double Slash!
Booms!
The curly-haired man came out from the wisp of smoke with a body full of wounds, his teeth were blood-coated red.
"Fuck up!" The bald man as well as the other two people came forward to attack Zhou Fan.
The three leaped carrying swords, besieging Zhou Fan from various directions.
Zhou Fan put on a serious face, he stretched his sword over his head.
Trangs...
Three swords smashed into the night blood sword, Zhou Fan held back the three swords, his hand held the night blood sword, after doing the calculations he twisted his body, while taking out the sword god technique.
The three middle-aged men were thrown backwards, their faces displaying disbelief.
Sword god technique!
Zhou Fan shouted as he lunged at the youngest man, the bald man who saw the direction of Zhou Fan's movements quickly chased after.
While the man whom Zhou Fan was aiming for shouted for help, his hand he tried to dodge by running away.
Crashes....
But ill-fated, Zhou Fan was faster than him, the night blood sword tore through the man's stomach and died instantly.
The bald man stood behind Zhou Fan with a face full of anger, his face reddened, his ears like a chimney that could emit smoke.
"Dead you!!"
The bald man leaped towards Zhou Fan, pressing him dead before his eyes he could no longer control the anger within him.
Zhou Fan responded to the bald man, he moved his sword rhythmically, unlike in a fight, he seemed to be enjoying his opponent's resistance.
The man in black, gritting his teeth, lunged into the fight.
Trangs... Trangs...
Zhou Fan took out a sword god technique, the two men were not comparable opponents to him.
Slings.... Bruck...
The bald man's body split and the body along with the loss of life.
The black-clothed man gulped his saliva roughly, he glanced at the curly-haired man who was sitting half-conscious.
"Are you still worried about your friend? Take it easy, you will be in the same place," said Zhou Fan who then moved quickly to stab the left chest of the black-clothed man.
Uhuk... Huk...
The black-clothed man held his chest that was still stuck in the night blood sword.
"The dark gathering will avenge me!" After saying that the man in black clothes no longer breathed.
Zhou Fan raised his legs, then pushed the body of the black-clothed man to escape from his sword.
Right after detaching from the night blood sword, the body of the black-clothed man fell down.
Zhou Fan picked up the storage rings of the three men who had already been killed in his hands, then walked up to the curly-haired man who was still unconscious.
Zhou Fan pulled the body of the curly-haired man to a spot clean of blood, then tendered it on a stone.
Zhou Fan watched more clearly the curly-haired man, his hands checked his pulse, then felt a breath. Zhou Fan instantly glared,
Plaque!!
His hands floated slapping the curly-haired man.
"Damn it, even sleeping!!"