The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the clouds on the sky dark red.
In the mountains and forests, a figure staggered and ran away, walking in vain, and every time it landed, it seemed that it had exhausted all its strength.
This person is Azure Profound Sect Elder Yang Rui.
Her face was as pale as paper, and a wound on her left shoulder was still bleeding. The toxins had invaded her meridians, causing her Internal Qi to function stagnantly.
The stab wound on his waist and ribs was so deep that the bones were visible, and he felt excruciating pain every time he took a step.
She couldn't remember how long she had been running.
Nine hours?
Ten hours?
Or longer.
The cold and violent aura behind him was always lingering like a gangrene on the bones.
The other person was teasing her, like a cat teasing a mouse in its paw.
Just running for her life had exhausted her, and she had no energy to think about why the other party did what she did.
"Can't run anymore?"
A hoarse voice came from behind, with unabashed joking.
The figure of Tu Hong walked slowly out of the forest, carrying Ghost Head Blade on his thick back casually on his shoulders, and there were still unwiped blood stains on the blade.
He is not in a hurry.
A Third Grade warrior who was seriously injured and poisoned could not make any waves in front of him.
"You--"
Yang Rui gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, but all he felt was a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat.
She swallowed hard, but her steps stumbled involuntarily. She held on to an ancient tree and gasped for air.
"Aren't you going to run away?"
Tu Hong shook his head and walked closer slowly.
"Since you won't run away, I'll give you a good time."
As he spoke, he waved Ghost Head Blade casually in his hand, and Blade Qi flew towards Yang Rui.
"Click--"
The thick tree trunk broke with a sudden sound and fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.
At the critical moment of life and death, Yang Rui endured the severe pain all over his body and fled in a panic.
He avoided Blade Qi, but it also affected the wound again. He groaned and his face became even paler.
Tu Hong saw this, a cruel smile appeared on his lips.
He was not in a hurry to kill Yang Rui, but followed him slowly, swinging out a Blade Qi from time to time, forcing Yang Rui to dodge in panic.
This cat and mouse game made him quite enjoy it.
"You are going to die anyway, so why not be willing to die and instead struggle to your death?"
Tu Hong said jokingly.
Yang Rui gritted his teeth, ignored Tu Hong's taunts, and just tried his best to run forward.
She knew that this person was teasing her.
Once you don't want to continue, you will die.
But she had no choice.
Escape, maybe there is still a chance of survival.
If you stop, you will die.
"That's almost it."
Tu Hong suddenly stopped, a coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Enough fun."
He raised the Ghost Head Blade, and on the blade, black Internal Qi gathered crazily, condensing into substance.
Yang Rui's life will be killed with one blow.
Just then--
A green shadow flew out of the forest like a ghost, with an astonishing speed and almost no wind noise.
Cloudsplitter Sword unsheathed.
The sword shines like a rainbow.
Tu Hong's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively waved his knife to block.
"Dang--!!!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded, and sparks flew everywhere.
Tu Hong I felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, and my whole arm instantly became numb, and my feet involuntarily took several steps back.
He raised his head suddenly and his eyes fell on the green-robed figure that stood between him and Yang Rui.
This is an extremely young face.
"Fang Han?!"
Tu Hong's voice was hoarse and filled with shock.
Fang Han ignored him and glanced sideways at Yang Rui.
"Yang Elder, can you still move?"
Yang Rui stared blankly at the sudden appearance of Fang Han, with a glimmer of hope for survival in his eyes.
She nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."
"Back off."
Fang Han withdrew his gaze, Cloudsplitter Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and on the sword body, green-gold brilliance flowed.
Yang Rui didn't say anything, but held on to his injured body and stepped back.
She knew that in her current state, staying here would only become a burden.
"Fang Han..."
Tu Hong stabilized his figure and his eyes fell on Fang Han.
The initial shock on that rough face has gradually faded away, replaced by an indescribable... joy?
"It is indeed you who came."
He grinned, and there was a hint of relief in that smile.
"Okay, very good."
"You're actually happy. It seems you don't take me seriously?"
Fang Han opened his mouth and said coldly.
"It's true that you can kill Yuan Zhan, and it's true that you won't fall behind in a fight with Yuan Ye, but I'm not a waste like Yuan Zhan."
Tu Hong sneered, Ghost Head Blade crossed in front of him.
Before he finished speaking, he took the lead.
The thick-backed Ghost Head Blade turned into a pitch-black bolt, carrying the power of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking, and struck Fang Han's head straight.
This knife is fast and fierce. Blade Intent is fierce and domineering. Compared with Yuan Zhan, it is indeed more powerful than Yuan Zhan.
Fang Han's expression remains unchanged, he does not retreat but advances.
Cloudsplitter Sword was lying in front of him, Wind Sword Intent was erupting, and he faced it with a sword.
"Dang--!!!"
The swords met and a deafening sound erupted.
The shock wave spread in all directions, scraping off a layer of the ground.
Tu Hong I felt accompanied by a mental trance, and an unparalleled sharp energy came through the knife, the tiger's mouth burst open, and blood spattered.
He groaned and staggered back a few steps, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"You--"
He lowered his head and looked at his right hand. There was a deep gash in the tiger's mouth, dripping with blood.
As for Fang Han, it didn't move at all.
"Are you so strong?"
Tu Hong gritted his teeth and pounced again.
Ghost Head Blade dances like a wheel, the sword shines like a tide, each sword is faster than the other, and each sword is harder than the last.
But it's no use.
Fang Han's sword is faster and more ruthless than him.
Every sword strike carries a sharpness that tears everything apart, and a spiritual pressure that impacts the mind.
Count moves.
Just a few moves.
Tu Hong had several wounds on his body. A sword mark on his left shoulder was so deep that the bone was visible. There was also a bloody gash on the outside of his right arm. The blood soaked through his clothes.
"Damn it!"
Tu Hong's face was ashen, and he tried his best to force Fang Han back with his sword, then retreated violently backwards.
He gasped for breath and stared at Fang Han. The initial joy in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by deep horror.
He knew that Fang Han was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be this strong.
I originally thought that with my own strength, I could protect myself even if I lost, but I didn't want to end up being seriously injured after just a few blows.
"It seems that your strength is not as strong as you said."
Fang Han stood with a sword in his hand, his eyes as calm as water.
As soon as his feet <Wind God Step> moved, he wanted to take advantage of the situation and pursue him, but this person was killed.
However--
At the moment when his body was about to move.
Two breaths suddenly appeared in his perception.
The breath was cold, violent, and as deep as an abyss, with a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
Approach from the left and right sides at the same time.
The speed is astonishingly fast.
Fang Han's forward body suddenly paused, Cloudsplitter Sword lay horizontally in front of him, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Two Break the Wind sounds sounded almost at the same time.
Two figures flew out of the forest like ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, landing next to Tu Hong.
The person on the left has a pale face and a sinister look in his eyes, holding a pair of short guns with a blue glow in his hands.
The person on the right is tall and thin, with a haggard face, but his eyes are frighteningly bright, and his aura is as deep as an abyss.
Judging from their auras, these two people are extremely powerful and are most likely Second Grade warriors.
"Two Second Grade? You really think highly of me!"
Fang Han stared at the two Nether Pavilion Second Grade Elder.
Even with his current strength, facing the encirclement and attack by two Second Grade warriors, it would be extremely dangerous.
Obviously.
Attack the transport team and hunt down Yang Rui--
All of this is a trap.
A bureau that lured him to rescue and specifically targeted him.
"Fang Han."
Among the two Second Grade warriors, the white-faced and beardless warrior was named Song Shu. He spoke with a hoarse voice filled with irrepressible pride.
"In order to lure you out, we have spent a lot of effort."
"I don't understand something."
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, his eyes as calm as water, and he showed no signs of panic.
There was a question in his mind.
With <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>'s perception ability, he can control the atmosphere within several miles.
If someone was lurking nearby, there was no way he wouldn't notice it.
But these two people clearly appeared suddenly in his perception.
Before this, he had no idea at all.
He spoke slowly, his eyes falling on Song Shu's face.
"With my ability to sense, if you are lurking nearby, there is no way I won't notice you."
He paused and continued.
"What methods did you use to hide it from my perception?"
Song Shu Hearing this, the corner of his mouth raised a cold arc.
That arc was full of pride.
"Fang Han, do you think I, Nether Pavilion, don't know that you are good at Tracking Secret Technique? Well, just satisfy your curiosity before you die."
He sneered and took out a thumb-sized bead from his arms.
The bead was all gray and unremarkable, but it faintly exuded a strange aura.
The aura is extremely thin, and it is almost impossible to detect it unless you deliberately sense it.
"The name of this object is 'Spirit-Hiding Pearl'."
Song Shu played with the beads in his hand, with a bit of showoff in his voice.
"As long as you wear it on your body, it can block the perception of essence Divine Strength and the secret of perception."
He paused and his eyes fell on Fang Han's face, and the proud look became more intense.
"Knowing that you are good at sensing secrets, I might as well have noticed it in advance, so I specially borrowed this item from the treasure house."
Fang Han's eyes fell on the Gray-White bead, and he suddenly felt enlightened.
The heaven and earth are so vast that there are no wonders.
Although he knew that there were all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the world with all kinds of strange effects, he never expected that there were such treasures that could block perception.
Today, it was an eye-opener.
"That's it."
He nodded slowly, his expression still calm, showing no signs of panic.
"There is such a treasure, but now that we know it, it's not too late."
"Do you think you can still escape today?"
Song Shu put away Spirit-Hiding Pearl, holding the short gun in front of him, with killing intent in his eyes.
Before he finished speaking, the aura around him exploded.
The terrifying coercion of Second Grade's cultivation was like a physical mountain, crushing towards Fang Han.
At the same time, the tall, thin old man also moved.
He raised his right hand, and a long sword as black as ink was unsheathed. On the sword, a faint light flowed, carrying a cold aura that corroded everything.
Two breaths, one left and one right, lock on Fang Han.
Tu Hong is also holding on to his injured body, Ghost Head Blade is lying in front of him, although he is injured, he is still staring at him eagerly.
The three of them formed horns, surrounding Fang Han in the center.