"Fang Han, Jin Han..."
Ma Yuan gasped for air, his eyes swept over the two of them, his voice was hoarse.
The pain coming from his left rib, right shoulder, and right arm made him unable to help but twitch his face.
"I'll fight with you."
His voice was low, filled with irrepressible anger, as if he was determined to fight to the death.
But while speaking, his eyes were secretly looking for a way out.
'Are you going to fight for your life?'
Fang Han is waiting solemnly, as a Second Grade warrior fights tooth and nail, and the strength unleashed will be extremely terrifying.
If you are not careful, you may be seriously injured or even killed.
"Want to run?"
Jin Han snorted coldly, realizing that Ma Yuan was bluffing, and his real purpose was to escape.
The dagger turned into a stream of cyan light, moving at an astonishing speed and reaching Ma Yuan's neck.
"You couldn't hide it?"
Ma Yuan's complexion suddenly changed.
He was secretly activating a secret escape technique at the bottom of the box, and needed a moment to gather momentum.
At this moment, the secret technique has not yet been completed, and it is the most vulnerable time.
Jin Han This sword came fast and hard. If he continued to use the secret technique forcefully, he would not be able to dodge this sword.
However, if you dodge, the secret technique will be interrupted and the opportunity to escape will be missed.
At the critical moment of life and death, he chose to dodge.
He twisted his body suddenly to the side to avoid the fatal sword light.
The dagger grazed his ribs, making a slit in his black robe, but did not hurt the flesh.
However, with this dodge, the secret escape technique that was being activated was abruptly interrupted.
The backlash came, his throat felt sweet, a mouthful of blood surged into his throat, and he swallowed it forcefully.
"You--"
He raised his head and stared at Jin Han, his eyes full of shock and anger.
"I have been dealing with the Nether Pavilion for half my life. I have seen many of your escape tactics."
Jin Han's voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable certainty.
Her body swayed and she was in front of Ma Yuan. The sword light came out again and went straight for Ma Yuan's throat.
"Whoosh!"
Realizing that Ma Yuan's true purpose was to escape, Fang Han quickly took action.
Cloudsplitter Sword slashed out from the side, and Sword Intent exploded, blocking all Ma Yuan's escape routes.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, attacked like a tide.
Ma Yuan's face was pale and he tried his best to resist, his left and right hands were weak, and the wounds on his body continued to increase.
"Tsk--!"
Jin Han's sword slashed across Ma Yuan's left arm, leaving a deep sword mark.
"Pfft--!"
Fang Han's sword pierced Ma Yuan's waist. Although Ma Yuan turned around in time to avoid the vital point, it still left a blood hole that was an inch deep.
Blood kept pouring out, soaking Ma Yuan's black robe.
Ma Yuan's movements became slower and slower, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the look in his eyes gradually dimmed.
But Ma Yuan is still struggling and refuses to give up.
Because giving up is death.
However, the gap in strength cannot be made up by will.
The cooperation between Jin Han and Fang Han is becoming more and more tacit, and their offensive is becoming more and more fierce.
Ma Yuan is like a beast trapped in a cage, struggling desperately but with nowhere to escape.
"Tsk--!"
Jin Han's sword slashed across Ma Yuan's chest, and the attack penetrated the soft armor, leaving a long bloody mark on his chest.
"Pfft--!"
Fang Han's sword penetrated Ma Yuan's thigh, which was not protected by soft armor, and blood spurted out.
Ma Yuan's figure suddenly dwarfed and fell to one knee on the ground.
He gasped for breath, and blood continued to pour out from multiple wounds on his body, dyeing the ground beneath him dark red.
He raised his head and his eyes fell on Fang Han, then on Jin Han.
In those narrow eyes, there was unwillingness, anger, and a hint of indescribable... despair.
"You..."
He opened his mouth to say something, but only spit out a mouthful of blood.
Jin Han didn't give Ma Yuan any chance.
The dagger rose again and pierced Ma Yuan's heart.
Fang Han also took action at the same time.
Cloudsplitter Sword turned into a green azure dragon and cut straight into Ma Yuan's neck.
Two fatal attacks, one after the other, blocked all Ma Yuan's escape routes.
Ma Yuan's eyes flashed with the last trace of struggle, and he shot with all his strength with both palms.
However, he has very little strength left.
Those two dark palm prints were far less solid than they were at the beginning, and their power was also greatly reduced.
Jin Han's sword light broke through the palm print first and pierced his left chest.
Fang Han's sword followed closely and scratched his neck.
"Pfft--!"
"Pfft--!"
Two muffled sounds sounded almost simultaneously.
Ma Yuan's body suddenly froze.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest, then raised his hand and touched the thin line of blood on his neck.
Blood gushes out from between the fingers, warm, with the residual warmth of life.
He opened his mouth to say something, but all he could make was a "ho ho" sound.
The next moment, he fell down softly.
The body was smashed into a pool of blood, stirring up a dark red mud.
Those long and narrow eyes were still wide open, but they had lost all their energy.
Nether Pavilion Second Grade Elder, Ma Yuan, killed.
"Huh--"
Fang Han slowly withdrew the sword and stood there, breathing slightly.
First, he killed Zhao Ping, and then teamed up with Jin Han to surround and kill Ma Yuan, which consumed a lot of Internal Qi.
Although the blue-gold Internal Qi in the body is still surging, it is no longer as full as it was originally.
He lowered his head and glanced at Ma Yuan's body, and then at his green robe that was spattered with blood.
Jin Han sheathed the sword and also panted slightly.
She looked down at Ma Yuan's body, and a trace of pleasure flashed in her old-fashioned eyes.
"Ma Yuan, you also have today."
Her voice was hoarse, with a bit of indescribable emotion.
After a moment, she turned around and her eyes fell on Fang Han.
The initial suspicion and scrutiny in those ancient and calm eyes had disappeared at this moment.
Instead, there is an indescribable complexity.
There was surprise, appreciation, and a hint of... guilt.
"Fang True Disciple."
When she spoke, her voice was still strong, but a little more solemn than before.
"What I said in the Sect Master's Hall earlier was very rude. I hope Fang True Disciple won't blame you."
"Jin Elder is serious."
Fang Han shook his head slightly, looking calm.
He could feel that Jin Han Elder did not have any intention against him, so he did not blame him.
However, this Jin Han Elder has a really weird personality, so it would be better to have less contact with him in the future.
In the distance, the sound of fighting has gradually subsided.
The screams of the last Nether Pavilion disciple suddenly stopped, and silence returned to the road.
A Azure Profound Sect Deacon walked over quickly, with blood stains on his body. It was unclear whether it belonged to the enemy or his own.
He walked up to Jin Han and bowed.
"Jin Elder, Nether Pavilion's people have all been killed. We have three killed and seven wounded."
Jin Han nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:
"Collect the remains, count the supplies, burn the enemy's corpses, erase the traces of the battle, and leave this place as soon as possible."
"Yes."
That Deacon responded, turned around and left quickly.
Jin Han turned around, his eyes fell on the corpse of Ma Yuan, and then looked at the corpse of Zhao Ping in the distance. A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in those old-fashioned eyes.
"This batch of supplies is extremely important to the Nether Pavilion. Now we not only intercepted this batch of supplies, but also killed Ma Yuan and Zhao Ping, which will definitely cause heavy losses to the Nether Pavilion."
Not long after, Deacon walked back quickly.
"Gold Elder, the inventory of materials has been completed. There are thirteen carts in total. They are all precious medicinal materials and ores, which are of great value."
Jin Han nodded:
"Erase the traces and set off, returning to the sect through the hidden route."
Everyone took orders, calmed the frightened horses, and carefully placed the bodies of the fallen.
"Finally, I got three Minor Merit!"
Fang Han stood by the road with his hands behind his hands, looking at the busy people, and slowly exhaled a breath.
This time the mission Perfection Realm is completed, and when you return to the sect, you can receive a mission reward of Minor Merit.
Together with the two Minor Merit accumulated previously, it is enough to synthesize one Major Merit, which can be exchanged for a master-level Body Movement.
<Windcloud Escape>After the Perfection Realm, Body Movement has no further progress.
Now, we can finally continue.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but quickly disappeared.
Nether Pavilion's body was burned with a fire, completely eradicating the remaining traces of martial arts on the body.
The convoy was quickly packed up and everyone set off, heading in the direction of the Azure Profound Sect.
The dusk is getting darker, and the last ray of sunset on the horizon is swallowed up by the night.
On the road, the convoy moved forward slowly, and the wheels made a rattling sound as they ran over the road.
Nether Pavilion deep in the main hall.
The lights in the hall were dim, and Li Wushang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, his brows slightly furrowed.
Several days have passed, and the team sent to East Foothills Prefecture to purchase supplies has not returned, and not even a summons has been sent back.
A kind of vague uneasiness lingers in my heart like a dark cloud and lingers.
He has already sent people to investigate, hoping that it was just something that delayed him and prevented him from sending a message to the sect, rather than the worst outcome.
There was a gentle knock on the palace door.
"Deputy Pavilion Master, Feng Yuan Elder wants to see you."
Li Wushang turned around, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then said, "Invite him in."
Feng Yuan is Third Grade Elder who is very senior in the cabinet. He is calm and experienced.
The day before yesterday, I was sent by him to lead people to explore along the route of the purchasing team. Now that I have returned, I must have made a discovery.
The palace door opened, and a figure stepped in.
The person who came was of medium build, with a straight face, white hair, and a pair of serious eyes.
He walked closer and bowed:
"Deputy Pavilion Master."
Li Wushang's eyes fell on Feng Yuan's face. Seeing that his expression was different, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.
"How?"
Feng Yuan straightened up and was silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"The purchasing team... is probably in a bad situation."
The air in the hall seemed to be stagnant for a moment.
"What discovery led you to come to this conclusion?"
Li Wushang asked with the pupils shrinking slightly in those deep eyes.
Feng Yuan Facing that gaze, he explained what he saw along the way.
He led people to carefully investigate along the planned route of the purchasing team, and found traces of a fierce fight on a remote road at the junction of the two counties.
The ground is criss-crossed with ravines, broken trees, and densely covered with potholes. It's obvious that it has experienced a brutal fighting.
Then they found traces of burning in a mountain col not far from the scene of the fight -
A large number of corpses were burned together, and their identities could no longer be identified. Only charred bones and ashes remained.
Feng Yuan paused and lowered his voice a bit. "Judging from the traces, it is very likely that the procurement team... has been wiped out."