The one-armed man took a deep breath and continued:
"Did you know that I was originally an inner disciple of Wuzong, and I fought in the Demon Realm for several years for my sect."
"Until one day a letter came from home and my wife gave birth to a son. At that time, I lost the will to kill."
Fan Yi then said:
"So you left Wuzong?"
The one-armed man had a smile on his face and said:
"That day, I was the only one who escaped from the fight with the monster."
"I missed my wife and children, so I didn't return to the sect and returned home."
"Knowing that this move was inappropriate, I took my family to live in seclusion here."
"Did you know that this is a forbidden place, where you can hide your eyes and ears and still live."
Speaking of which.
The one-armed man's expression instantly became extremely ferocious, and he continued:
"Originally, my life was peaceful. Unexpectedly, when I was one year old, my soul would leave my body every night. Maybe it was because of the forbidden area."
"I took Zhi'er to Wuzong, hoping to exchange my previous achievements for asylum."
"Unexpectedly, Deacon Wu Zong called me a thief and traitor and drove me down the mountain."
"Wuzong treats me like this and refuses to save me! It's really unethical!"
Fan Yi was quite surprised after hearing what the one-armed man said.
But logically speaking, Deacon Wu Zong shouldn't do this. After all, the man surnamed Bai has made great contributions to the human race. Even if there is a misunderstanding, he should put saving the child first.
Fan Yi then asked again:
"Can you tell me which deacon expelled you from Wuzong?"
The one-armed man had a disdainful expression on his face and said:
"Which one? Is there any point in worrying about this now? Even if Wu Zong asks me to go back, I will not go back."
"Do you know that Zhi'er is the only sustenance of our Bai family. Every night when night comes, my father and I have to pour spiritual power into Zhi'er to keep Zhi'er alive. Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"Fortunately, a great master of the demon clan visited here not long ago. He came here to seek opportunities in the forbidden land. He immediately agreed and was willing to risk his life for my son for ten years."
"The Monster Clan is open to discussion, but Wuzong is indifferent. How would you choose if it were you?"
When Fan Yi heard this, he understood everything and asked:
"So in order for your child to live for ten years, you actually agreed to sacrifice the soul of a monk? Do you know that the human race and the demon race are as powerful as fire and water, so how can he keep his promise?"
The one-armed man's temperament changed drastically and he said angrily:
"Don't say I can live for ten years, I have to do this even if I can live for one year!"
"My father and wife are not forced, they are both voluntary!"
"Besides, you are only half right. Almighty has one more request. Let me kill you and get those two god-level magic weapons in exchange for my son living for the rest of his life."
Fan Yi frowned slightly and asked again:
"It seems like this monster knows a lot, but are you sure you can kill me?"
The one-armed man smiled miserably and said:
"The Almighty has the truth a long time ago. Even if he fails to kill you, it will still be the same if he severely injures you."
"Seriously, don't hold back when you take action later."
"If I die in this battle, I can see my father and wife again, and I will have no regrets even if I die."
Fan Yi took a deep breath, no matter how much he tried to say, it would be useless.
He slowly drew out the Jinghong Sword, then pointed the tip of the sword directly at the one-armed man, and said calmly:
"Please draw your sword!"
The one-armed man laughed wildly and replied:
"I know that you are different from those in Wuzong. Now that you have said yes, there is no need to hide it and show your true abilities!"
Stop talking.
Fan Yi holds the Jinghong Sword in his hand, which is to imbue the sword with the fist field and spiritual power.
Suddenly the long sword buzzed, resounding throughout the entire town.
Fan Yi stabbed out with his sword, and wherever the sword passed, even the air boiled, creating ripples of energy.
Although the one-armed man only had one hand left, he also possessed the sixth level of cultivation. He put his spiritual power on the tip of the long sword.
In an instant, a sword shadow shot out from the long sword, and when it swept towards Fan Yi, the sword shadow was more than ten feet wide.
boom!
A shocking loud noise resounded throughout the valley, and the moment the two sword tips were balanced, ripples of energy burst out from them.
Layer by layer, the surrounding houses were shaken and collapsed into pieces.
Both of them took a few steps back before drawing out their swords at extremely fast speeds. The one-armed man's sword moves were extremely tricky, and he always wanted to hit Fan Yi's throat.
Fan Yi swept away the opponent's long sword with one sword, suddenly stepped forward, and pushed the one-armed man away with his shoulder.
The one-armed man's back was seen hitting the stone wall, and his body was already sunken into the wall, and he was coughing blood.
He didn't understand that the young man in front of him was so strong, like a century-old humanoid beast.
The fight between the two attracted many people to watch, but the facial expressions of the residents of these towns all seemed very calm.
The one-armed man pulled his body out of the wall. At this moment, his hair was disheveled and he was breathing heavily.
The one-armed man actually laughed and said:
"You are the most unconventional being among the disciples of Wuzong that I have ever seen. I am very curious about how you practice?"
Fan Yi looked at the one-armed man calmly and then asked:
"I really want to know, then I will help you today."
The one-armed man was stunned and asked:
"Isn't that your limit?"
When Fan Yi heard this, he put the Jinghong Sword into the Fang Cun Tiger Card, and then opened his fist stance.
Suddenly, there were faint ripples of energy oscillating on the young man's arm.
When Fan Yi raised his fist, another black circle appeared on his fist, but it was much more domineering than the previous one when he used the sword.
The one-armed man's pupils shrank, and Fan Yi's figure disappeared instantly.
In the blink of an eye.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of the one-armed man.
Before the man could block with his sword, he felt severe pain in his chest.
When he tried to raise his sword again, he found that he could no longer lift his arm.
It turned out that Fan Yi's right fist had penetrated the one-armed man's heart.
Fan Yi took out his fist and took three steps back, but the bloody heart fell to the ground not far away.
The one-armed man widened his eyes and asked with difficulty:
"You are not good with swords, but with fists!"
Fan Yi nodded, but looked at the eaves on the side of the road, and shouted in a deep voice:
"You've seen enough, why don't you take action?"
The words just fell.
The one-armed man fell to the ground, but the expression on his face was relief.
At this time, a sharp sound came from the eaves.
"Good boy, your cultivation has improved again."
As he spoke, a man dressed in white stepped forward in the air. Wherever his feet passed, lotuses grew at every step.
It turned out to be a seventh-level monk, and he was also the great demon he met last night.
I saw the moment when the man in white waved his sleeves down.
The crowd of onlookers in the town disappeared, followed by the houses one after another.
The man in white smiled evilly and slapped Fan Yi with his palm.
The arm of the man in white actually extended out a few feet and turned into a thick tree pole, shooting towards Fan Yi.
Fan Yi frowned and shouted:
"Old tree demon? It turns out to be you!"
