Being able to pierce Chen Wu's arm was already the limit of what Ning Fan could do.

Experience and strength.

He is not better than Chen Wu in any way.

What's more, he doesn't have a spirit servant.

Being able to fight to this extent, even Qiao Fei and Huizi changed their opinions of him.

Others don’t know, but they know it very well.

This kid...

At most, it will only take one day to get out of the zone!

And what about Chen Wu?

[Hunting Team] Leader, even though this team is only in the middle and lower levels in the F32 area, it has been established for four years!

A rookie without a spirit servant caused Chen Wu, a veteran from outside the district, to suffer losses repeatedly...

Qiao Fei and Huizi asked themselves, when they were newcomers, they couldn’t do it either!

No wonder Brother Chuan took a fancy to him.

But at this moment, what shocked the two of them the most was not Ning Fan's resilience.

Instead, a shadow appeared behind him.

She was wearing a white shirt, had long hair, a delicate face, her eyes were slightly closed, and there was a bell hanging on her left ear.

This spirit hugged Ning Fan from behind, holding his wrists with both hands.

It was as if it was guiding his movements.

Ning Fan could also feel his wrist being guided by a force.

Suddenly, the shadow opened its eyes.

A vicissitudes of life voice appeared in Ning Fan's mind.

"From now on, I will teach you how to use the sword."

Ning Fan's heart was beating wildly with excitement.

Only at this moment could he finally confirm that he had obtained a spirit servant.

However, he had no experience in how to communicate with the spirit servant and how to use the spirit servant.

"What should I do?"

Ning Fan chose the most direct way.

Don’t be ashamed to ask questions!

Jian Wuchou's answer was also very direct.

"Kill him!"

After receiving the response, Ning Fan did not hesitate for a moment and swung the broken sword at Chen Wu.

Chen Wu naturally also saw the shadow behind Ning Fan.

He was equally shocked.

But when Ning Fan swung his sword, he still reacted, used the spirit servant immediately, and retreated quickly.

Just when he thought he had escaped...

The broken sword in Ning Fan's hand drew a black full moon!

Chen Wu's eyes were shrouded in darkness!

Squeak!

When Chen Wu came to his senses, a cloud of blood mist had burst out in front of him.

Then he saw an arm flying in the air.

“This… ah!!”

At this moment, the intense pain hit his brain, and he just realized that the arm was his own!

Ning Fan was a little surprised when he saw Chen Wu kneeling on the ground, covering his wound and roaring.

Did you do this by yourself?

He looked at the broken sword in his hand, recalling the feeling when he had just swung the sword.

On the other side, the people from the [Hunting Group] lost their spirit instantly when they saw their boss Chen Wu had one arm cut off by Ning Fan.

Especially the shadow behind Ning Fan, which put too much pressure on them.

"No more fighting!"

One man threw his weapon to the ground and raised his hands: "We... admit defeat!"

"Do you admit it?"

Huizi snorted coldly, and without any pause, he slashed the man's neck with the dagger in his hand.

"Did I ask you to recognize me?"

Qiao Fei also cut the Gordian knot quickly. In almost an instant, there were five more bodies on the ground.

[Hunting Team], besides Chen Wu who was still rolling on the ground...

Total destruction!

"It makes my head hurt!"

Huizi spun the dagger in his hand and walked towards Chen Wu: "It's like slaughtering a pig."

But Qiao Fei stopped him.

"Wait, he seems to be feeling the spirit servant."

Huizi looked at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan looked down at the broken sword.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

He stood up straight, holding the sword in his backhand, with the blade level with his arm.

"So, this is how a sword is used."

Ning Fan muttered softly.

call!

The broken sword was swung out with a sound of breaking through the air!

"No, don't...I was wrong..."

Swish!

Chen Wu, your head falls off!

Ning Fan's sword did not create a black full moon like before, but it was more fierce than before.

Fast, fierce and accurate!

It is completely different from the so-called swordsmanship that I learned in the academy before, which was similar to the performance nature.

This is a sword technique that kills people.

Ning Fan's eyes lit up, and he was also excited about the sword he had swung!

"Sister Fei, Brother Hui, I was just saying, I have a spirit servant, right?"

Just now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't show his spiritual servant in front of the two of them, which made him quite embarrassed.

"Sure, kid!"

Huizi patted Ning Fan cheerfully, "Is there really a spirit servant?"

Ning Fan was injured and was almost knocked down by Huizi's slap.

However, he still smiled happily and said, "It's just that I'm not very familiar with how to use the spirit servant yet!"

“Take your time!”

Huizi asked curiously, "What's the level of your spirit servant?"

Seeing that Ning Fan still didn't know how to judge the level of the Spirit Servant, Huizi added, "It means how many souls can you sense when you use the Spirit Servant?"

The level of the spirit is based on the number of souls gathered.

The spirit servant in Qiao Fei's Tang Dao gathered seventeen souls, so it is at the [Ten Soul Level].

Of course, even at the same level, there are differences in strength.

Ten souls are the [Ten Soul Level].

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!