"You're in very bad shape."

Feng Wujiang looked at him calmly and asked while dodging Ning Fan's pursuit.

That's right.

Feng Wujiang was running backwards at this time.

This was undoubtedly a huge mockery for Ning Fan.

I chased him head-on, but he was running backwards, and I still couldn't catch up.

Moreover, compared to his own embarrassment, Feng Wujiang's every move showed his calmness.

So damn elegant!

"Don't underestimate the enemy. If I catch up to you, I will definitely chop you to death!"

Ning Fan gritted his teeth.

Only in the world of swords can Ning Fan truly relax.

That kind of psychological relief.

Here, he doesn't need to worry about anything, and there is no need for any intrigue. He just needs to work hard to keep up with the other party.

"You won't be able to catch me in a short time."

Feng Wujiang said seriously: "What's more, you are in your current state."

Ning Fan no longer paid attention to Feng Wujiang's serious mockery.

After gritting my teeth and continuing to chase for more than an hour.

finally……

Ning Fan was exhausted.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground in a utterly unkempt manner, breathing heavily.

He felt like his lungs were about to explode.

Of course, in addition to the high-intensity pursuit, 20% of it is due to anger.

"At your rate, it will take a long time to catch up with me."

Feng Wujiang was standing right next to Ning Fan, within reach.

But Ning Fan did not catch him.

Because he knew that this was an illusion Feng Wujiang deliberately created for him, just to play tricks on him again.

He had tried before and couldn't catch it.

"Feng Wujiang, let me ask you something."

Ning Fan gasped for breath and asked, "Did you kill a lot of strange beasts back then?"