Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion Chapter 320 – Meng Fan: Actually, I am a disciple of the Lim

"ng Benefactor, I don't know who it is, but the person is filled with killing intent and has already reached the peak of the Summoning God Realm, with one foot almost stepping into the Primordial Spirit Realm!

It must be soone from the Fengyun Demon Sect.

And with a cultivator of such a realm, you are clearly no match."

Hearing the old monk's words, ng Fan's expression turned serious, a hint of nervousness creeping in.

If it were a cultivator at the first or even second level of the Summoning God Realm, he might still have a chance to contend.

But a peak Summoning God Realm cultivator, with half a foot into the Primordial Spirit Realm, was beyond his capability.

ng Fan was well aware of his own limitations!

Although he hadn't sensed any presence, he didn't doubt the old monk's words, as the old monk's divine sense was far superior to his own.

Monts later, ng Fan's figure appeared in a forest.

In front of him stood a figure in a vest, blocking his path!

"You could sense my arrival and tried to escape in advance. You're even better than I imagined," the middle-aged man in the vest said coldly, looking at ng Fan.

This man in the vest was none other than Zhang Hongfei, who had rushed over from the Fengyun Demon Sect.

ng Fan halted and looked up at Zhang Hongfei.

He knew very well that since the other party had already intercepted him, running was pointless.

Because the opponent was faster than him!

To be honest, ng Fan had anticipated danger when he descended the mountain, but he hadn't expected to encounter such a perilous situation within just two or three days!

It was truly an inauspicious start.

"Who are you, and why are you targeting ?" Although he knew the outco wouldn't be favorable, ng Fan, being in a weaker position, still tried to communicate with the other party.

What if, just what if... it was a misunderstanding?

Zhang Hongfei sneered, "The one you just killed was my disciple, and the wolf demon your Flood Dragon devoured was caught by for my disciple.

You ask why I'm targeting you?

Why do you think?"

Hearing this, ng Fan knew that tonight would be a fierce battle.

In a sense, it was an extre battle he had never faced before. A slight misstep, and he could die here!

However, he couldn't understand how this guy knew he had killed his disciple.

Even if it could be traced, it shouldn't have been so quick, right?

How long had it been?

It was precisely because he couldn't figure it out that he felt helpless.

Had he known this would happen, he would have left imdiately after the kill, not giving anyone a chance to catch him.

It seed that in the future, he would have to move imdiately after killing soone to avoid being caught by the elders...

"What should I do?" ng Fan asked the old monk in his mind.

In this situation, he was no match for the opponent and could only hope the old monk had a solution.

But ng Fan overestimated the old monk. Although the old monk was once a top expert who almost crossed the Tribulation, now he was like a rat in a gutter.

The difference was too great to expect much!

The old monk transmitted his voice to ng Fan with so helplessness, "ng Benefactor, if it were an ordinary Summoning God Realm cultivator, with the strength of my divine sense, I could risk my life to heavily injure or even kill him!

But the opponent is soone with half a foot in the Primordial Spirit Realm. My remnant soul can't do anything to him.

Even if I go all out, and with your sword spirit Hong Qi, we can at most affect him, but it's hard to even injure him, let alone kill him."

Hearing the old monk's words, ng Fan felt a slight helplessness in his heart.

As the saying goes, the heavens help those who help themselves. Relying on the heavens, the earth, or parents is not as good as relying on oneself!

But if he relied on himself, how could he deal with a near-Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator?

Was there any hope?

A trace of despair appeared on ng Fan's face.

No hope!

No matter how talented or monstrous he was, it was impossible to fight a near-Primordial Spirit Realm expert with his fourth-level Condensing Elixir Realm cultivation.

At this mont, ng Fan regretted focusing only on sword techniques and killing skills, neglecting escape techniques.

If he survived this ordeal, he would definitely go back and learn so escape techniques and collect so escape treasures.

Like escape techniques, teleportation talismans, and other good things.

However, thinking of this, ng Fan felt helpless again. He had thought about these things before.

For example, teleportation talismans were worth tens of thousands of spirit stones.

He really couldn't afford them!

After all, these involved the laws of space.

There were only a few people in the entire Northern Region who could refine such treasures.

No, even in the entire Tianyuan Grand World, there were only a handful.

"You're unlucky for killing my disciple. Release that Flood Dragon demon pet quickly, and I'll give you a whole corpse!" Zhang Hongfei said to ng Fan.

Compared to ng Fan, he valued the Flood Dragon more.

A precious demon pet like a Flood Dragon would be valued by even Tribulation Crossing Realm experts.

After all, such experts could more easily cultivate a Flood Dragon into a true dragon.

Of course, this so-called ease ant increasing the probability from one in ten thousand to one percent.

"Senior, you can have the Flood Dragon. Can you spare my life? After all, the combined value of your disciple and the demon pet doesn't compare to this Flood Dragon," ng Fan tried again.

Of course, he was just stalling for ti.

Xiao Qing had already signed a contract with him, so even if he wanted to give it up, he couldn't.

But stalling for ti seed aningless...

"Indeed, the value of a Flood Dragon far exceeds that of my foolish disciple and the demon wolf! Unfortunately, you still have to die. Killing a chosen one from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect will also comfort my disciple's spirit in heaven," Zhang Hongfei said expressionlessly.

Hearing this, ng Fan felt helpless.

From the other party's tone, it was clear they had a deep-seated hatred for the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.

This wasn't surprising. The hatred between the Fengyun Demon Sect and the Shu Mountain Sword Sect had lasted for countless years.

Otherwise, the Fengyun Demon Sect wouldn't have sent so many spies to Shu Mountain, and Shu Mountain wouldn't have sent spies to the Fengyun Demon Sect.

It was a blood feud!

ng Fan said seriously, "Senior, you misunderstand. I am not a disciple of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect but a disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect!"

At this mont, he made a statent that went against his conscience.

"Heh, do you think I'm blind? With your skills, do you think I can't tell if you're from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect or the Limitless Sword Sect?" Zhang Hongfei sneered.

ng Fan said earnestly, "Senior, you really misunderstand. I am truly a disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect, and I am a nad disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect's Clan Master."

After speaking, he released the Supre Heartless Sword Intent!