"It's so difficult!"
Qian Li couldn't attack for a long time, and he became increasingly anxious.
He is Eighth Grade Martial Artist, but he can't even win over a Ninth-rank middle stage warrior. If Qian Deacon knows about it, it may be difficult for him to be reused in the future.
A fierce light burst out from his eyes, the red sun inside his body Internal Qi was running wildly, and the red light on his fists was so bright that there was a faint sound of rolling waves.
"Red Sun Explosion!"
He roared low, no longer holding back, and used the ultimate move to press the bottom of the box.
The right fist carried an astonishing heat wave, like a small sun, blasting towards Fang Han's chest.
The speed, strength, and Internal Qi concentration of this punch were far greater than before. Wherever the punch passed, the air was distorted and gave off a burnt smell.
"Danger!"
Fang Han suddenly felt a fatal sense of crisis covering his whole body, and his skin was burned to the point of pain.
His pupils shrunk, and he used <Startling Swan Step> to the extreme. His toes touched the ground, and his body was like a fallen leaf blown up by the strong wind, drifting back and sideways, avoiding the strongest moment of the opponent's attack.
The wrist trembled rapidly, Azure Edge Sword drew a mysterious arc, the tip of the sword trembled, and emitted a harsh scream.
"Void Splitting Gold Severing!"
The essence of Minor Accomplishment realm <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> is contained in this sword.
This sword is fast, accurate, and ruthless, with a "wind" that tears everything apart!
On the sword body, the light green aura was highly condensed, as if it had truly turned into an invisible but unrivaled sharp wind blade.
Avoid Qian Li's fist and stab Qian Li's chest and abdomen.
"Not good!"
Qian Li Never expected that the opponent could still handle a counterattack despite his violent attack.
He hurriedly changed his moves, using his fist wrapped in Internal Qi to block the stabbing sword.
But it was too late.
"Tsk--!"
Before the long sword was blocked, it had already stabbed Qian Li in the abdomen.
Qian Li attaches Internal Qi to his body for defense, but since he has not practiced defensive martial arts, Internal Qi's defense is simply not good enough in the face of such a "same level" battle.
It was easily pierced, and a hideous penetrating wound appeared on the abdomen.
"Uh-huh!"
Qian Li let out a heart-breaking howl, blood gushed out from his abdomen, and his fists instantly collapsed.
'Opportunity!'
Fang Han's eyes were so bright that he forced himself to take a mouthful of Internal Qi, ignoring the swelling and pain coming from his meridians.
<Startling Swan Step> showed up again, his figure rushing forward like a ghost, instantly closing the distance.
Qian Li was traumatized and confused. When he saw the sword light coming again, he quickly Internal Qi injected his left arm with a move in the boxing technique to block the incoming sword.
At the same time, he stepped back quickly, trying to distance himself.
However, will Fang Han give him a chance to breathe?
Azure Edge Sword followed him like a shadow. The sword move changed and turned into "Returning Wind Shadow Sweep". The sword light was ethereal and unpredictable. It bypassed the blocking left arm and stabbed straight into the vital part of his chest.
"Pfft!"
There was a dull sound of a sharp knife penetrating flesh.
Qian Li's retreating figure suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and his face was filled with incredible horror and unwillingness.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but only gurgling blood bubbled out of his throat.
"Plop--"
Azure Edge Sword pulled out, bringing out a drop of blood. Qian Li's body fell to the ground with a crash, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Fang Han stood with a sword in hand, his chest heaving violently, his face as pale as paper, and his forehead covered with fine cold sweat.
Continuous extreme explosions almost drained most of his Internal Qi, and his meridians also experienced bursts of tingling pain.
Holding back his physical discomfort, he attacked the warriors who were fighting against Xiao Chen, Chen Ying, Shi Yong, and Zhao Li.
"The money man is dead!"
"How is that possible?!"
Upon seeing this, the rest of the attacking warriors lost their souls and their fighting spirit instantly collapsed. Their leaders were all dead. How could they still be interested in fighting?
"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"
Someone shouted, and the remaining incoming warriors made feints, turned around and fled into the dense forest.
"Want to leave? Stay!"
Xiao Chen shouted loudly, and the sword light surged, entangling a person who was trying to escape.
Chen Ying, Shi Yong, and Zhao Li also tried their best to keep their opponents behind.
Fang Han forced a mouthful of Internal Qi, Azure Edge Sword unfolded again, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, the sword flashed, and two people who were slow to escape were killed by the sword.
However, the night and the dense forest became the best cover. In the end, five people managed to disappear into the darkness.
Fang Han The five of them were not in good condition, and they did not pursue them.
The bonfire was still crackling and burning, reflecting the mess and corpses strewn all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The five people who had survived the disaster moved closer to each other, back to back, watching the surrounding darkness with vigilance. After confirming that there was no more ambush, they relaxed slightly.
Everyone has injuries on their bodies, shortness of breath, and a mixture of exhaustion, fear, and excitement of victory on their faces.
"Fang Han, are you okay?"
Xiao Chen looked at the many burn marks and blood stains on Fang Han's body and asked with concern.
Just now Fang Han fought Eighth Grade Martial Artist alone and killed him. It was really thrilling.
Fang Han shook his head and took a breath.
"Skin injury, nothing to worry about. How are you guys doing?"
Chen Ying wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth and said solemnly, "I'm fine."
He looked at Fang Han with a little more admiration than before. He was very glad that Xiao Chen invited Fang Han to participate in this mission, otherwise they would be in trouble.
"It's great! It's a pity that those bastards escaped!"
Shi Yong grinned, although he was stabbed on his arm, he didn't care.
Zhao Li silently inspected his dagger and the injuries on his body, with lingering fear on his handsome face.
The five people quickly treated the wounds and then began to inspect the battlefield.
After counting, a total of nine incoming warriors were killed, including the leader of Grade Eight, while five escaped.
They found nothing identifying themselves on these nine people.
And there must be reasons for the action. He didn't have much money with him. The leader who had the most money only had more than a hundred taels of money with him.
"The equipment is uniform and well-equipped. These people... are not like ordinary bandits."
Chen Ying frowned and said.
"Instead, it's more like a well-trained private soldier or... Guard of a certain force."
"Bandits generally have varying strengths, but except for the leader Eighth Grade Martial Artist, the strength of the others is unified as Ninth Grade Martial Artist. They really don't look like bandits..."
Zhao Li also frowned and said.
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time."
Fang Han said calmly.
"The few people who escaped may attract reinforcements. We need to leave as soon as possible and report what happened here to the sect as soon as possible!"
Everyone nodded in agreement and let the convoy set off, hurriedly leaving this mountain col filled with the smell of blood.
In the early morning, Spirit Iron Mine, which had fallen silent due to nightfall, gradually began to hear sounds.
"At this moment... you should have succeeded, right?"
In the room, Qian Yong looked vaguely anxious and expectant.
According to the plan, Qian Li and the others should take action in the middle of the night, and by now they should have succeeded and the news has been received.
But now there is no news coming back, which makes him have a bad premonition in his heart.
"No, Qian Li is Eighth Grade Martial Artist and has always done things reliably. Not to mention there are more than a dozen experts. How can anything go wrong against five fledglings?"
He took a deep breath, tried to calm down, sat back on the large armchair, picked up the already cold Tea on the table, and took a sip.
Time passed slowly while waiting, and every minute seemed extra long.
Just when Qian Yong's patience was about to run out and he was considering whether to respond to inquiries, there was finally a burst of rapid and messy footsteps outside the stone house.
The sound of staggering footsteps was mixed with suppressed breathing.
"Coming!"
Qian Yong was refreshed and suddenly stood up. His usual warm smile that seemed to last forever appeared on his face and he quickly walked towards the door.
However, when he opened the door and saw the scene outside, the smile on his face instantly froze, and then shattered inch by inch like ice.
Outside the door, there were five people standing. They were the five people who were sent there, but the condition of these five people could not be said to be good.
There was lingering fear in their eyes, as if they had just crawled back from hell. When they saw Qian Yong, their lips were trembling, but they could not utter complete words for a while.
Only the heavy and vibrating breathing was particularly harsh in the quiet morning.
A strong smell of blood hit my face.
Qian Yong's heart suddenly sank, and his face instantly turned livid.
His eyes were as sharp as a knife, sweeping over the five people, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a trace of trembling that he was not even aware of.
"What's going on? Where is Qian Li? Where are the others?!"
"Deacon, Mr. Qian... he is dead! The other brothers... are also there!"
A man with a scar on his face said in a hoarse voice.
"What?!"
Qian Yong As if struck by lightning, his fat body shook violently, subconsciously took a half step back, and hit the door frame with a dull sound.
He couldn't believe his ears!
Qian Li, a warrior of Eighth-rank early stage, is his most trusted confidant!
Actually died?
He led more than a dozen Ninth Grade masters, but failed to capture five Azure Profound Sect young disciples? Instead, the entire army was almost annihilated?
How is this possible?!
"What happened? Tell me clearly!"
Qian Yong's voice suddenly rose in pitch, with an almost uncontrollable sharpness, and the fat on his face twitched slightly due to extreme anger and horror.
The narrowed eyes were now wide and round, covered with bloodshot eyes. The calm calculation before was gone, leaving only an unbelievable ferocity.
The few people who escaped were frightened by his momentum and trembled all over.
The scarred man did not dare to hide anything and told the story intermittently.
Especially when he mentioned that Fang Han killed three people in a row with lightning speed, and then fought fiercely with Qian Li, and finally broke through Qian Li's killing move with one sword and counter-killed him, his tone was full of fear and fear.
"That kid's cultivation level is not high, but Sword Technique is extremely terrifying... even the money boss is no match for him!"
Qian Yong Listening to his subordinate's narration, his face turned from livid to pale, and then from pale to a strange pig liver color.
The chest rose and fell violently, as if a fire was burning.
He thought that his carefully planned robbery and killing would be foolproof, and he would not only be able to recapture the batch of "problematic goods", but also blame the matter on the bandits.
But I didn't expect that it would end up in such a disastrous defeat!
Not to mention the loss of confidants and many experts, the most important thing is that as long as the batch of "problematic goods" is transported back to the sect, the matter will be completely exposed!