"How is Mr. Hua and the others?" Wei Fan was shocked when he heard Zhao Ning's words and grabbed Zhao Ning's shoulder and asked.

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As if he was pressed to the wound, Zhao Ning roared softly, but still gritted his teeth and insisted, "When I left, Commander Hua was retreating here under the cover of the Blood Killing Army, but the Blood Killing Army was also suffering heavy casualties and probably won't last long."

In an instant, a surging roar rose from Wei Fan's heart.

"What happened to Mr. Hua! Go back with me!!" Wei Fan shouted loudly.

Then Wei Fan grabbed Zhao Ning and flew towards the distance.

Wei Fan's voice was very loud. Su Yuan and others who were following the sea-handed hands were shocked when they heard Wei Fan's words. Then they quickly withdrew from the battle and chased Wei Fan.

When the sea beasts saw that these humans wanted to escape, they chased them one after another. However, they were beaten back by three unicorn horses.

Everyone also successfully withdrew from the battle, but at this time Wei Fan's trace had already disappeared, although everyone could only chase him towards Huqiu City.

After all, the direction of Mr. Hua’s retreat is Huqiu City.

Although everyone retreated, the white dragon horse was entangled by the green dragon and could not escape for a moment. Seeing this, the other sea beasts surrounded them one after another.

However, for the existence of a white dragon horse, it does not even see the sea beast surrounding it.

However, Bai Longma was worried about Wei Fan's situation, so she was not prepared to continue to get involved with Qing Jiao.

The purple-gold horn of the white dragon horse suddenly flashed, and then a huge black and red thunder pillar slashed towards the green dragon.

The moment the thunder pillar appeared, a lot of sweat oozed out of the white dragon horse's body. It seemed that this attack consumed a lot of money.

However, the White Dragon Horse ignored the results of its attack and turned around and rushed out of the group of sea beasts and chased Wei Fan.

At the same time, the moment the white dragon horse left, the black and red thunder pillar had already arrived in front of Qing Jiao.

Qing Jiao opened his mouth and protruded a huge energy ball to block the attack of the White Dragon Horse, but the thunder pillar easily shattered the energy ball and then fell on Qing Jiao's body.

However, a blue light flashed across the Qingjiao's body, protecting the Qingjiao.

But even the lightning that spread like this still brought great pain to Qingjiao. Although Qingjiao was not injured, it was impossible to pursue the White Dragon Horse.

At this time, Wei Fan raised the maximum amount and flew forward desperately.

"Where is it?" Wei Fan asked.

Zhao Ning struggled to point Wei Fan in a direction.

Because Wei Fanfei's was so fast that Zhao Ning couldn't stand it.

Moreover, the powerful airflow generated in the air caused some wounds on Zhao Ning's body that had begun to heal and cracked again.

Seeing this, Wei Fan waved his hand and separated the airflow, then took out a hemostatic vine and handed it to Zhao Ning.

Mr. Hua hasn't been found yet, so he doesn't want Zhao Ning to die like this.

"Thank you." Zhao Ning thanked him, then bit the hemostatic vine into pieces and applied it to the wound.

Wei Fan continued to fly in the direction pointed by Zhao Ning, and at the same time, he felt that the domineering spirit was also dispersed by Wei Fan.

Soon, a group of people appeared in Wei Fan's perception. Wei Fan looked at it and found that it was Mr. Hua and others.

However, after seeing the situation of Mr. Hua and others clearly, a strong murderous intent emanated from Wei Fan, and Zhao Ning took the blame and was directly knocked out by this murderous intent.

At this time, there were only dozens of people left by Mr. Hua.

And each of these people was injured.

And in the sky behind them, there were more than a dozen old men holding long swords floating.

Sword energy shot out from their swords and kept harvesting the lives of people on the ground.

Seeing this, Wei Fan could no longer control the murderous intent in his heart.

These people were soldiers of the Blood Killing Army, Wei Fan's team, but they were slaughtered at this time.

Wei Fan threw Zhao Ning directly to the ground, and then instantly turned into a lightning light, and in a few flashes, he came to the sky above Mr. Hua and others.

"die!!"

Wei Fan roared angrily, then stretched out his right hand and a huge golden palm appeared in the sky.

Then Wei Fan grabbed the void, held the dozen people in his palms, and then pinched them hard.

More than a dozen ancient warriors only had a scream and turned into ashes and dissipated in the air.

The level of these dozen ancient martial artists is only level 7, so they have no resistance in front of Wei Fan.

At this time, Wei Fan fell from the sky.

Seeing Wei Fan appear, Mr. Hua hurriedly came up to meet him.

At this time, Mr. Hua's body was covered in blood, but there was no panic on his face, only anger and unwillingness.

Wei Fan took a look and found that Qiao Juan and her son and Song Baoer were not in the crowd. He was shocked and then asked, "Old Hua, Baoer and the others..."

"They should be fine. I changed from the beginning to let them leave first. Judging from the direction of the appearance of this group of people, Baoer and the others should not have met him." Old Hua said.

Wei Fan then breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow, he didn't see Song Baoer and Wei Fan were really worried.

"Old Hua, please take them back first, and Su Yuan and the others are probably coming here too." Wei Fan said.

In Wei Fan's perception, several very strong auras were flying towards this side quickly.

Mr. Hua saw Wei Fan's solemn gesture and said, "Be careful."

Then Mr. Hua quickly left with the remaining dozens of soldiers.

He knew that even if he stayed, he could only drag Wei Fan down.

After Wei Fan watched Mr. Hua leave, he stood up again and greeted those breaths.

Soon, five old men holding long swords appeared in front of Wei Fan.

"Xiaoyao Sword Sect!" Wei Fan said gritting his teeth.

Among the five old men, the strongest one was the youngest-looking old man in the back robe, with his strength at level 9 ordinary level.

Among the remaining four, three are at level 8, two are at level 8 elite level and one is at level 8 king level.

And the last one is only at level 7.

Seeing that Wei Fan stopped his party’s place, several old men stopped one after another.

"Boy, why are we blocking our way?" said the old man from the level 7 imperial rank.

"Why can't I stop you from killing me?" Wei Fan looked at the five old men in front of him coldly. At this time, Wei Fan had sentenced them to death in his heart.

"Your person? Did you kill Zong'er?" At this time, the old man from the level 8 king level suddenly said with a hatred look on his face.

"I have killed more people, who knows which bastard is your sect?" Wei Fan sneered.

However, the old man's words made Wei Fan confirm his identity. If that's right, this person should be the head of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, Liu Zhenjun.
Chapter completed!