Qin Fan jumped from the window and chased the fallen angel towards the west.
The fallen angel was extremely fast, and Qin Fan couldn't even catch up with him at his speed.
Fortunately, Qin Fan had left a spiritual imprint on him, and even if he fled to the ends of the earth, he would not be able to escape Qin Fan's perception.
The two of them ran away and chased each other, like a gust of wind in the night. When they passed by ordinary people, they only made people feel blurred.
The chase continued until three in the morning. The fallen angel seemed to feel that he was safe and stayed to rest in the woods on a hill.
At this time, Qin Fan finally caught up with him.
Looking at Qin Fan's slowly approaching figure, the fallen angel's exposed eyes showed deep shock.
"Eastern man, how did you catch up with me? I won't say anything else, but when it comes to hiding your whereabouts, no one can surpass us, the fallen angel family."
Qin Fan nodded: "Yes, the Dark Night Clan's concealment skills are the best in the world and unmatched by anyone. However, I have already left a mark on you, and you can't run away."
"Damn it!" the fallen angel cursed: "What a cunning boy! Hum, since you can't run away, let's fight!"
"Shadow Kill!"
With a low roar, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
In this darkness, a fallen angel who is good at concealment and assassination is like a fish in water!
Even if he faced a warrior who was higher than him, there was nothing he could do.
Unfortunately, he met Qin Fan.
Faced with the strange disappearance, even the breath disappeared completely, as if he was a fallen angel that was directly wiped out from this world.
Qin Fan looked calm and stood there with his hands behind his back, but his eyes kept staring at a pine tree in the southwest.
Suddenly, he curled his lips and shouted softly: "Here comes the sword!"
A clear light flashed between the sky and the earth, and the shadow of the Luoying Sword appeared in Qin Fan's hand, and then he drew it directly towards the pine tree.
puff!
In the night air, a figure was suddenly knocked away, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and broke two trees before stopping.
"This is impossible!"
The voice of the fallen angel was full of horror: "No one can see through the concealment of our fallen angels! Boy, how on earth did you do it?"
Qin Fan smiled faintly: "Your concealment skills are indeed unparalleled in the world. You can even hide your breath, but no concealment skills can escape the perception of the immortal cultivator's consciousness!"
"Immortal cultivator? When did this system appear in the Chinese cultivation system?" the fallen angel asked doubtfully.
"You don't need to know too much, go to hell!"
Qin Fan stepped forward and slashed with his sword again.
In an instant, the universe is filled with pure energy!
"Too strong!" The fallen angel looked at the dazzling clear light, and an unstoppable thought arose in his heart. In front of this clear light, he even felt ashamed of himself.
The awe-inspiring righteousness that intimidates the younger generation is somewhat similar to the Holy Light of the Guangming Tribe.
However, the power of the Holy Light to purify all those who are different from him, to the extreme of madness, is the greatest heresy.
However, Haoran's righteousness only frightened Xiaoxiao and drove away evil spirits.
"Invincible!"
"escape!"
The fallen angel didn't hesitate, turned around and ran away, covering his chest.
However, when he used the concealment technique again, he found that his body could not move at all.
The Eighteen Forms of the Great Dao - Void Forbidden.
In other words, these few seconds of confinement are enough for the battle between the masters to end immediately.
A clear light flashed across his body, blood splashed everywhere, the fallen angel was split in half, and blood spilled into the woods.
He didn't have the talent of an immortal vampire, so he died directly.
Qin Fan stretched out his hand and summoned a flame to burn his body to ashes, so that he would not be discovered after dawn and frighten ordinary people.
After doing all this, Qin Fan turned around and returned to Nanling College.
This night was destined to be an uneventful night.
Although under the threat of Chen Haisheng, those who saw Qin Fan killing Jester promised not to talk nonsense.
But there were still some people who were unwilling to be left alone and secretly spread the news.
Some big shots in the upper-class circles in Nanling have heard about this.
At first, everyone just thought it was a joke, but as those vivid and extremely true rumors leaked out, it would be impossible to make up such an immersive lie unless someone saw it with their own eyes.
Everyone began to be doubtful.
After dawn, basically everyone believed the rumor.
Because people in the upper class have access to far more things than ordinary people.
Now that those martial arts masters really exist, the existence of those with supernatural powers in the West is also easy to understand.
After two days of fermentation, the young people in the upper circles also knew about it.
Soon, word began to spread among young people.
An unknown strong man named Qin fought and killed the foreign strong men who invaded China at Boss Chen's charity reception.
This mysterious and powerful man named Qin soon became a god-like presence in the circle of young people.
Young people admire heroes the most. Strong men like these who fight against the invasion of aliens and protect the happiness and health of our Chinese people are far more crazy than those actors and actresses.
However, no one knows who this hero is, what he looks like, and how old he is?
First, most of the people present that day did not dare to go into too much detail for fear of offending Qin Fan.
Second, the authorities suppressed some news. Although such supernatural events are a good thing, if they spread too widely, they will definitely have a certain negative impact on society.
Sometimes ignorance is bliss.
At Nanling College, the top leaders of major societies knew the news immediately.
Those who can serve as presidents of societies are basically young people from prominent family backgrounds and belong to the upper class circles.
Literary club, in the president's lounge.
Du Wenbin held his laptop and kept searching, trying to find some clues about what happened at the charity auction reception that day.
However, his eyes were red and he could not find any relevant information.
Snapped!
He angrily threw the mouse on the ground and cursed: "Damn it, we shouldn't have left that day!"
"Otherwise, we can witness a battle of the century!"
Zhang Ziqiang, who was nodding and waiting beside him, picked up the mouse on the ground and said regretfully: "Isn't that true? It's all the fault of that bastard Qin Fan. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been kicked out by Mr. Chen!"
"Oh, what a pity. If we had stayed in the hotel at that time, we would have known the identity of that hero!"
"People from all the major societies are now inquiring about the identity of this strong man. If Mr. Du knows who this person is, he will definitely be able to make a big splash in front of the club presidents!"
"I also heard that even people from big clubs like the sports club and basketball club are inquiring about the hero's identity!"
Du Wenbin's eyes lit up: "Are the sports club and basketball club also asking about it?"
"Horse, these two societies have been riding on our heads. If I knew the identity of that hero, hum..."
Du Wenbin has already fantasized about how he will appear in front of major societies.
