"Want to leave now? It's too late."
Fang Han's voice was calm and calm, but it carried an unquestionable determination.
He used <Windcloud Escape> under his feet again, and his body turned into a light cyan stream of light. It came first and caught up with Gao Xiao who was running away in a hurry.
When Gao Xiao heard the sudden sound of wind behind him, he was frightened out of his wits. He thrust his knife backwards with his backhand in an attempt to thwart Fang Han's pursuit.
But this hasty sword move was without any plan and full of flaws.
Fang Han didn't even perform any exquisite sword moves, just a simple straight thrust.
Cloudsplitter Sword was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, faster than thought, and with incomparable precision, it located the weak spot on the spine of the Gao Xiao scimitar.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound!
Gao Xiao felt an irresistible force coming from the blade, and his entire arm went numb instantly.
The scimitar could no longer be held, and flew out with a clang, spinning into the tree trunk not far away, the blade of the sword humming and trembling.
The weapon fell out of hand, and Gao Xiao was in a state of panic. His steps were completely out of order, he staggered and almost fell down.
Fang Han's eyes are cold and there is no mercy at all. He can only eradicate those who want to kill him.
He flipped his wrist, and Cloudsplitter Sword turned into a blue shock, like lightning penetrating the darkness, piercing Gao Xiao's back heart.
Gao Xiao felt the deadly sharp aura behind him and desperately wanted to turn around and avoid it.
But his mind was broken and Internal Qi was distracted. His movements were more than a beat slow?
"Pfft!"
The dull sound of a sharp knife penetrating flesh echoed through the silent forest.
Cloudsplitter Sword penetrated Gao Xiao's protective body Internal Qi without any hindrance, piercing through the back of the heart and revealing the front of the chest.
The tip of the sword brought out a cloud of warm blood.
Gao Xiao's forward body suddenly froze, and all the fear and despair on his face instantly solidified.
He lowered his head and looked at the bloody sword tip on his chest in disbelief. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The look in his eyes quickly dissipated like an ebbing tide, and finally his head tilted and his breath was completely cut off.
Fang Han slowly withdrew the sword, and Gao Xiao's body fell softly to the ground, only a few feet away from Tu Gang's body.
The two Fourth Grade deacons of the Nether Pavilion originally wanted to surround and kill Fang Han with full confidence, but in just a few dozen moves, they all died under the sword of Fang Han.
"Keng--"
Fang Han flicked his wrist, shaking off the warm blood stains on Cloudsplitter Sword's body, and sheathed the sword.
He quickly walked to Tu Gang's warm body and leaned over to search it carefully.
Soon, he took out a booklet from the secret pocket close to the other person's chest.
The book is heavy when you first hold it. The cover is made of an unknown dark brown animal skin, which is tough to the touch and has a strange coldness to it.
There is no writing on the cover, only some blurry and difficult-to-read natural lines.
"Is this the secret book that caused the fight?"
Fang Han's heart moved slightly and he opened a few pages at random.
The paper is yellowed, but has a special texture and is not decayed.
On it is an extremely complex human-shaped diagram outlined in ink, supplemented by dense annotations in tiny characters.
In the atlas, the human figures are in various strange postures, and several qi routes that are very different from ordinary exercises are depicted in the body, which are profound and complex.
After just a few cursory glances, I felt a thick, solid breath that could shake the mountains rushing towards my face.
The intention is Gao Yuan, and the movement is exquisite. This is Horizontal Training martial arts, but it is by no means an ordinary Horizontal Training martial arts.
"What level of skill is this?"
Fang Han whispered to himself. Although it was difficult to judge its specific level at the moment, he had already determined in his mind that this was at least an extremely advanced Horizontal Training martial arts.
He no longer looked at it carefully, carefully put the booklet into his arms, turned around and walked quickly towards Zhao Jin, who was leaning under the roots of the tree and was dying.
Coming closer, he knelt down on one knee and took out the gauze and the secret Golden Wound Medicine from the package prepared by Lan Yuexin.
The situation was critical before, and he only had time to feed Zhao Jin a Danyao that protected his heart and stabilized his injuries.
At this moment, Zhao Jin's face was still as pale as paper, but his eyes were slightly clearer, but the wound was still bleeding.
"Deacon Zhao, bear with me."
Fang Han whispered, skillfully tearing open the clothes that were stuck to the flesh and blood on Zhao Jin's shoulders and ribs, revealing the hideous and curling wounds underneath.
He first carefully washed away the dirty blood with clean water, and then evenly sprinkled Golden Wound Medicine powder, which exuded a bitter medicinal smell, on the injured area.
"Hiss--"
When the medicinal powder touched the wound, Zhao Jin's body trembled violently, letting out a suppressed groan, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Fang Han kept moving and quickly and securely wrapped the wound layer by layer with clean gauze.
After doing all this, although Zhao Jin's breathing was still weak, it finally became a little calmer.
He raised his eyelids with difficulty, looked at Fang Han, his lips moved, and his voice was as hoarse as a Break the Wind box:
"Many... thank you, Master Nephew Fang... for your life-saving grace..."
"Business matters."
Fang Han asked in a deep voice.
"Deacon Zhao, where did this secret book come from? It actually attracted the two deacons Nether Pavilion to pursue and snatch it away?"
A complicated look flashed in Zhao Jin's eyes. He was not only happy to find the secret book, but also afraid of almost losing his life because of it.
He took a few breaths, gathered some strength, and said intermittently:
"This secret book... is called <Black Tortoise True Art>. It is a martial arts created by a Rogue Person master with amazing talent but no sect, 'Black Tortoise Grandmaster' more than two hundred years ago. It is a master-level Horizontal Training technique..."
"Grandmaster level technique?!"
Fang Han heard this, his pupils suddenly contracted.
After discovering that this technique was extremely profound, he could only guess that it was an extremely top Horizontal Training technique.
But I didn't expect that this was actually a master-level technique.
He subconsciously pressed the animal skin booklet in his arms, feeling that the originally heavy weight now seemed as heavy as a thousand stones.
Zhao Jin continued:
"Following the sect's secret order, I spent more than a month and based on fragmentary clues... I finally found this object at the place where the master was enthroned."
"I thought I was acting secretly, but I didn't know when the news leaked out. I was noticed by the Nether Pavilion, and two elite deacons from Fourth Grade Late Stage, Gao Xiao and Tu Gang, were sent to intercept and kill me... I was unable to fight hard, so I had to escape all the way..."
Fang Han's heart sank instantly.
The seriousness of the matter far exceeded his initial expectations.
If it were just an ordinary rare secret book, it would be reasonable for the Nether Pavilion to send two deacons to snatch it.
But this is a master-level technique!
With the Nether Pavilion's acting style, it is absolutely impossible to send out just two deacons.
It is more likely that the two deacons arrived first because they were the closest.
And the real masters, such as... Elder-level characters from the Nether Pavilion, are probably already on their way!
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time!"
Fang Han made a decisive decision and must return to the sect immediately. Every moment of delay will increase the risk.
He helped up the weak Zhao Jin:
"Deacon Zhao, I'm offended, we must rush back to the sect immediately!"
Zhao Jin also understood the pros and cons, endured the severe pain and nodded cooperatively.
Fang Han Carry Zhao Jin on your back and simply fix it with the torn cloth strip.
"Whoosh!"
Then he took a deep breath, <Mystic Wind Art>Internal Qi was roaring in his body, and he performed <Windcloud Escape> under his feet.
The body turned into an invisible line of blue smoke and galloped away with all its strength in the direction of the Azure Profound Sect.
The night was dark and the mountains and forests were silent, except for the sound of the wind whistling in my ears.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han increased the speed to the limit that it could reach, and at the same time <Spirit Sniffing Art> pushed with all its strength, vigilantly sensing all the movements around it.
Zhao Jin lay on his back, groaning in suppressed pain from time to time due to the bumps, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
Time passed quietly while running away.
A few hours later, a hint of fish belly white gradually appeared in the eastern sky, and the hazy dawn dispelled part of the darkness.
It was already quite far away from the place where the battle took place. Just when Fang Han breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was temporarily safe--
A strange, domineering and aggressive aura, like an invisible storm, suddenly swept from behind Fang Yuan.
This aura was far stronger than the previous Gao Xiao and Tu Gang, and even gave him a sense of oppression as if he was facing the sect Elder.
"An enemy is coming!"
Fang Han's face suddenly changed, and his heart suddenly sank.
He quickly pushed <Windcloud Escape> to its peak, consuming a large amount of Internal Qi, and his speed soared again, trying to distance himself.
However, the aura behind him was approaching at an alarming speed, and the distance between the two parties was rapidly shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If he were alone, he could definitely escape with his speed, but carrying someone on his back would greatly affect his speed.
In just one stick of incense, the terrifying aura was already less than a hundred feet behind him!
Fang Han can even clearly feel the cold murderous intent contained in that breath, like a physical blade scraping across his back.
He knew there was no way to escape.
He suddenly stopped and put Zhao Jin down gently, leaning against a big tree.
He suddenly turned around, Cloudsplitter Sword was instantly unsheathed, lying in front of him, his eyes were as serious as iron, looking in the direction of the source of the breath.
I saw a figure, flickering like a ghost, and then passed dozens of feet away.
It landed lightly a few feet in front of Fang Han.
The person who came was a young man, who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing tailored Nether Pavilion True Disciple clothing.
On the dark background, strange flame patterns were embroidered with silver thread, which reflected slightly in the gradually brightening morning light, adding a bit of eerieness.
He has a handsome face, but there is an undisguised arrogance and sinister look in his narrow eyes.
The bridge of the nose is high but with a hint of sharpness like an aquiline, and the thin lips are pursed into a hard straight line.
He just stood there casually, and the aura naturally emanating from his body seemed to blend into the surrounding environment, carrying a heart-stopping pressure.
"The person coming is Prodigy Ranking, the seventeenth Meng Xian!"
The eyes of Fang Han and Zhao Jin met in the air, and both of them saw deep shock in each other's eyes.
According to the comparison of the portraits provided by the sect, the person in front of me is clearly Nether Pavilion, the top talent ranked seventeenth on Prodigy Ranking today - Meng Xian!
Meng Xian's eyes first casually glanced at the seriously injured Zhao Jin, his eyes indifferent, as if he was looking at an ant.
Immediately, it was firmly locked on Fang Han.