Seeing that Qin Zhen had fainted, Fang Chen picked him up and found a relatively safe place. He let the little mouse stay behind to take care of Qin Zhen while he ran frantically towards the Sky Water Plains.
Furthermore, they were from the same place after all, so how could Fang Chen not help when he saw that they were in danger?
Fang Chen headed towards the Sky Water Plains as fast as he could. There were still two hours remaining before he reach the Sky Water Plains.
“Wen Yu, you must persevere on.”
Fang Chen shouted in his heart, the one who was chasing Qin Zhen just now was a Seventh level of the Qi Hai realm Ranker, and this person was a disciple of the Wind Island.
Following Wen Yu’s angry roar, the two of them used all their strength to unleash a wild attack, in an attempt to block Feng Xian’s advance.
“Are all of you still going to struggle at death’s door?”
Currently, one of Wen Yu’s arms had been cut off by Feng Xian while he was fighting, while the other one had had one of his legs cut off. If not for the fact that the two of them had reached Seventh level of the Qi Hai realm, they would not have been able to hold on until now.
In the battle, Qin Zhen escaped, but there were still Wind Island disciples chasing after Qin Zhen. The two of them clearly knew that they could not live, so they might as well not attack.
“You will be punished.” Situ Po sat on the rock and said angrily.
“I’ve never believed in retribution.” Feng Xian laughed, he slowly extended his hand, preparing to kill Wen Yu and his.
However, right at this moment, miserable screams suddenly sounded out from the Tianshui Plains outside the marshland.
Feng Xian turned his head and saw only a long sword, and then a hundred miles of ice.
“Who is it?” Seeing the disciples of the Wind Island fall one by one, Feng Xian angrily roared.
Fang Chen was very fast when he killed the ordinary disciples, and he used all of his strength to seal the Wind Island’s disciples with a hundred meters of ice.
After doing all of this, Fang Chen’s feet lightly tapped the ground and he directly rushed towards the stone in the middle of the swamp.
Just then, when he was caught off guard, Fang Chen’s sword pierced him. Luckily, he dodged in time and did not harm his vitals.
“Please wait a moment.” Fang Chen said lightly before turning his head to look at Feng Xian.
“Even if you do not kill me, I will not let you go.”
After seeing Wen Yu’s and Situ Po’s injuries, Fang Chen made a decision, and that was to kill Feng Xian.
Wang Xiao’s cultivation was only at the early ninth level of Qi Hai realm, but he was much stronger than Feng Xian. This was the difference between a large power and a small power.
Facing Feng Xian, Fang Chen was not afraid at all.
Under the control of the Star-Hidden Sword, the Sword-light of fire and water continuously struck the fist shadows, causing violent sounds to erupt.
“This …”
Whoosh …
“I can’t accept it.” Feng Xian’s voice was hoarse as he spoke the last sentence, and he lost all life.
At this critical moment, the Water-Fire Sword Art had reached the seventh level of metaplasia, allowing Fang Chen to do the same. After killing Feng Xian, Fang Chen once again came to the large rock in the swamp.