Chapter 1060: Chapter 1060

All those present were stunned at that moment.

Qi Luomei's longsword slashed out, but Ding Fan merely used a shout to force her back.

This was simply too incomprehensible.

After being forced back several steps, Qi Luomei's face turned ashen. She had dealt with Ding Fan before and knew he was formidable, but she had never imagined that he could be this powerful.

Qi Luomei, after taking Feng Yuanzheng's pill, had reached a cultivation of Heavenly Level strength.

At the Heavenly Level, one could walk sideways across the Hidden Sects, yet in front of Ding Fan, she was repelled by just a mere shout.

For a moment, fear rose in Qi Luomei's heart. Although she was still holding her longsword, she did not dare to rashly charge forward again.

Qi Luomei was shocked, and no other disciples of the Quanzhen Xuanmen dared to step forward. If a mere shout from him was this formidable, what would happen if he used his hands? They couldn't possibly be Ding Fan's match.

The people of the Quanzhen Xuanmen were stunned, and Feng Yuanzheng beside them couldn't believe it either.

"It seems you've made quite rapid progress here," Feng Yuanzheng said to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan's cultivation was now at the late Golden Core Stage, and considering his age, even in the cultivation world, it was a remarkable achievement for someone his age to have such cultivation.

Ding Fan cast a cold glance at Feng Yuanzheng. "I advise you to stop early. I know everything about you; there's no way you can succeed."

Feng Yuanzheng's face tightened. "It seems Mutu was captured by you."

Feng Yuanzheng was not stupid. During this time, Feng Qianxing's people had been searching for Mutu, and now that Ding Fan said he knew everything about them,

Feng Yuanzheng realized that Mutu was likely captured by Ding Fan.

"Hidden Sects of the world, countless warriors, and you expect to rule this world with just a few people? Your thinking is too naive," Ding Fan said indifferently.

A hint of killing intent flashed in Feng Yuanzheng's eyes at this moment.

Their plan was highly confidential, and he could not allow Ding Fan to continue speaking, as it would only let more people know.

Shua... Just then, Feng Yuanzheng directly grasped his longsword.

In almost an instant, the longsword in Feng Yuanzheng's hand slashed directly at Ding Fan, with murderous intent and a majestic aura.

Everyone around saw this scene and gaped.

This seemingly casual sword strike was incredibly fast and at such a tricky angle. Just one sword strike made everyone exclaim at its precision.

In the face of the incoming sword strike, Ding Fan dared not be complacent. He raised his right hand, and the Nine Profound Iron appeared directly in his hand.

As Feng Yuanzheng's longsword was about to pierce Ding Fan's chest, Ding Fan's longsword directly swept towards Feng Yuanzheng's longsword. Fınd the newest release on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥

Their longswords collided, and for a moment, a powerful airflow spread outwards from the two as the center.

The blast of wind made the faces of nearby disciples sting painfully.

In the arena, the two separated upon contact, and then each held their longsword, engaging in a fierce duel once again.

Ding Fan's duel with Feng Yuanzheng left those around them dumbfounded.

It's worth noting that the cultivation of both men, in terms of ancient martial cultivation, was above the Profound Level.

How many people have witnessed a duel between Profound Level warriors...

In the arena, one couldn't even clearly see their figures, only countless light shadows flickering back and forth.

Eventually, everyone from the Quanzhen Xuanmen backed far away from the farm.

The decision of the Quanzhen Xuanmen people was correct; in a short time, the wave of sword edges and inner strength shattered the few farmhouses around.

Within the farm, not a single structure was left standing.

In such a situation, how could the disciples of the Quanzhen Xuanmen dare to remain inside the farm? Watching a spectacle at the cost of their lives was too much of a price to pay.

In the arena, Feng Yuanzheng wielded his longsword, becoming more and more alarmed as the fight went on.

Previously, he had heard of Ding Fan's cultivation being extremely formidable and had felt unconvinced.

Feng Qianxing was Feng Yuanzheng's father. Upon arriving on Earth, Feng Qianxing collected cultivation resources everywhere to aid his cultivation. Now, at thirty-five or six years old, he had already reached the late Golden Core Stage.

Such cultivation speed was impressive not only on Earth but also in the cultivation world.

Yet, his opponent's cultivation was the same as his, something he found hard to believe. The opponent looked only about twenty-three or four years old, yet had the same level of cultivation as himself.

Although Feng Yuanzheng didn't want to admit it, the facts were as they were.

The opponent was indeed a stunningly decisive character.

While Feng Yuanzheng marveled at Ding Fan's cultivation, Ding Fan was also surprised by the other's cultivation.

Ding Fan had obtained the spiritual legacy from Wen Yizhou of the Spirit Sect, which granted him his current cultivation. And yet, the opponent, in his thirties, reached the late stage of the Golden Core.

One must know that reaching the late Golden Core Stage in the cultivation world took no less than sixty or seventy years.

It could be said that the opponent's talent was also quite impressive.

At this point, Ding Fan realized that the opponent single-handedly handling two protectors from the Ghost Sect was not unusual. With Feng Yuanzheng's cultivation, it was indeed not surprising.

The two were evenly matched, attacking and counterattacking for god knows how long, yet still at a stalemate, unable to determine a victor.

Both had even used their flying swords, but still, neither found an advantage.

At this moment, Ding Fan pondered on what method he could use for a surprise victory.

After all, this is their territory, and the longer he drags this on, the more disadvantaged he'll be. Now, he should seize the moment to repel the opponent.

At this moment, Feng Yuanzheng was having the same thoughts as Ding Fan. If the two of them continue , even victory would only be bittersweet.

"Ding Fan, you're a cultivator too. Why are you helping the martial artist? Don't you think it's better for us cultivators to rule here?" Feng Yuancheng said resentfully to Ding Fan.

"The people you want to kill, the ones you want to disrupt, are either my friends or my family. Do you think I would just stand by and watch you bully them wantonly?" Ding Fan replied calmly.

"You are a cultivator. If they knew you, with the nature of people on Earth, would they accept you?" Feng Yuanzheng said coldly.

"It has nothing to do with the stance of cultivator or martial artist. I just know that the ones I have to protect now are my family and friends!" Ding Fan finished, slashing out with his sword.

Feng Yuanzheng swiftly dodged Ding Fan's attack.

At this moment, Ding Fan's reason for constantly talking to the opponent was mainly to divert the other's attention.

At this time, Ding Fan clearly sensed that the opponent's attention was not as focused as before.

In a battle between experts, victory often depends on details. Whoever handles the details better, has a better chance.

Seeing his opportunity, Ding Fan didn't waste any more time and suddenly raised his hand.

As Ding Fan raised his hand, another Ding Fan, holding a longsword, charged towards Feng Yuanzheng.

Two... Two Ding Fans?!

Feng Yuanzheng was stunned, almost doubting if his eyes were deceiving him.

And just as Feng Yuanzheng was dazed, Ding Fan's Wind Blade slashed directly at him.

The Wind Blade passed by, instantly severing Feng Yuanzheng's right arm.

Feng Yuanzheng glanced at his severed arm, turned without a word, and flew away on his sword, escaping without looking back.

Feng Yuanzheng understood that even with all his limbs intact, he was only evenly matched with Ding Fan. Now that his arm was severed, how could he possibly be Ding Fan's opponent?

Rather, it was better to concede defeat now and retreat.

Ding Fan had no intention of letting him go. The reason he only severed Feng Yuanzheng's right arm was because Ding Fan still had questions for him.

However, just as Ding Fan was about to chase after him with his sword, a Sword Beam slashed towards Ding Fan.

Although the Sword Beam wasn't powerful, it blocked Ding Fan's path. The delay already allowed Feng Yuanzheng to run an unknown distance away.

Ding Fan frowned slightly, and as he turned his head, he saw Qi Luomei standing not far from him.

When he saw Qi Luomei, Ding Fan's gaze focused.

Qi Luomei's once black hair had already turned white, and her eyes no longer bright and clear. Her gaze had turned milky, and more frightfully, fangs had grown from the corners of her mouth. Now Qi Luomei looked like a monster.

"Run quickly... the master has gone mad."

At this time, anguished cries came from the Quanzhen Xuanmen disciples behind Qi Luomei.

Ding Fan glanced at a place not far behind Qi Luomei, where several Quanzhen Xuanmen disciples lay scattered. Judging by the corpses, they were likely killed by Qi Luomei earlier.

"You deserve to die!" Qi Luomei growled, her appearance extremely ferocious, shouting at Ding Fan.

Phew... Qi Luomei's movements were incredibly swift, and in a blink, she was right before Ding Fan.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh... In just the blink of an eye, Qi Luomei slashed out over a dozen times.

Ding Fan's Divine Sense was extraordinarily powerful, so he managed to avoid being struck by her longsword, continuously dodging each of her slashes.

Taking advantage of the gaps while dodging, Ding Fan used his Divine Sense to probe Qi Luomei's condition.

Right now, her True Qi was chaotically surging, and her dantian was on the verge of exploding from the Inner Strength pushing against it.

After probing her, Ding Fan discovered the cause. Qi Luomei had consumed too many pills formed from the Corpse Flower.

In the end, she had demonized.

Boom... Ding Fan struck out with one palm, directly sending Qi Luomei flying.

Despite being blasted away, Qi Luomei showed no fear. Instead, she lifted her head and let out a long howl, causing the ground around her to tremble violently.

"Luo Mei..." Just as Qi Luomei was about to launch another attack, a figure appeared in front of her.

Ding Fan looked towards the voice and saw that the person rushing over was none other than Cheng Bufan.

As it turned out, Cheng Bufan also worried about Ding Fan and had been hiding nearby the farm to keep watch.

He had known about Ding Fan's battle with Feng Yuanzheng but realized he could offer no assistance, so he stayed out of it.

However, when Qi Luomei demonized and killed several Quanzhen Xuanmen disciples, he could no longer remain hidden. That's why he stepped forward.

"Qi Luomei, I'm Cheng Bufan, I'm your Senior Brother Cheng. Don't you recognize me?" Cheng Bufan said, his voice trembling slightly as he looked at the demonized Qi Luomei.

Lifelong proud Cheng Bufan, his eyes reddened. His gaze was full of heartbreak.

Qi Luomei let out another long howl.