Yang Rui stood in the distance, looking at this scene, his face pale.
Struggling to stand up, he wanted to support Fang Han, but despair arose in his heart.
Three digits are Nether Pavilion Elder, two of which are Second Grade.
No matter how strong Fang Han is, how can he be defeated?
Even if you add her, it's not enough.
"Fang Han, today is the day you die."
Song Shu sneered, the blue light on the short spear rose sharply, and he was about to take action.
However, his movements paused slightly at the moment when he was about to start.
His eyes fell on Fang Han's face, and a trace of unnoticeable doubt flashed in those sinister eyes.
Fang Han's expression is too calm.
Surrounded by two Second Grade and one Third Grade, facing a certain death situation, there was no trace of panic on this person's face.
Those eyes were still as calm as water, even... a hint of mockery?
This is not normal!
"Fang Han, are you not afraid of death?"
Song Shu did not thrust out the short spear in his hand, he frowned slightly and spoke in a deep voice.
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, and when he heard the words, the corner of his mouth slightly curved.
The smile was very light, but it carried an indescribable meaning.
He didn't speak, just stood there quietly, his eyes calmly scanning the three of them.
This calmness made the doubts in Song Shu's heart become more intense.
On the other side, the tall and thin old man also noticed something strange.
His surname is Zhou, with the character "Yuan" in his last name. He is the most senior Second Grade Elder among the Nether Pavilion, and he always acts cautiously.
At this moment, his deep eyes were staring at Fang Han, trying to find any flaw in that young face.
But no.
Fang Han's calmness doesn't seem to be forced.
"No, this guy is too calm. There must be something fishy in this."
Zhou Yuan spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and low.
Song Shu's brows furrowed even more tightly.
Naturally, he knew something was wrong, but the matter had come to this, the arrow was on the string, and he had no choice but to shoot.
"No matter what's wrong with him, kill him first!"
Tu Hong was holding on to his injured body, Ghost Head Blade was lying in front of him, his voice was a bit impatient.
The wounds on his body were still bleeding, and he just wanted to end the matter as soon as possible.
Song Shu and Zhou Yuan looked at each other and saw the same decision in each other's eyes.
No matter what Fang Han has to rely on, it must be eliminated today.
Otherwise, when this child grows up, he will become a serious problem for the Nether Pavilion.
"Do it!"
Song Shu shouted low, the blue light on the short gun skyrocketed, and the body turned into a black stream of light, heading straight towards Fang Han.
Zhou Yuan also took action at the same time. The long black sword was unsheathed, and the faint light flowed on the sword body, with a cold aura that corroded everything, and stabbed Fang Han from the other side.
The two Second Grade warriors attack with all their strength.
One left and one right, sealing off all the dodge space of Fang Han.
Tu Hong endured the injury, Ghost Head Blade was ready to attack, and when Fang Han showed a flaw, it was a fatal move.
The two attacks struck almost simultaneously.
The air was torn, the ground was plowed into deep ravines, and the surrounding trees trembled in the face of this terrifying force.
Yang Rui stood in the distance with a pale face. He wanted to rescue him, but it was too late.
However--
The moment Song Shu's short spear and Zhou Yuan's long sword were about to touch Fang Han.
A figure appeared in front of Fang Han like a ghost.
No one could see how he appeared.
It was as if he was standing there and never moved from beginning to end.
The person who came was an old man, with a thin figure and a gaunt face, but his eyes were as bright as morning stars.
He was wearing a dark blue Elder robe, with unique patterns embroidered on the skirt and cuffs with gold thread, highlighting his unique identity.
It is Azure Profound Sect Law Enforcement Hall deputy hall leader, First Grade warrior--Chen Wanjun.
He drew the sword with his right hand and waved it seemingly casually.
"Dang--!"
There was a loud bang like the impact of a giant bell.
Song Shu felt an overwhelming force coming from the short gun, his whole arm went numb instantly, and his whole body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.
It hit the ground more than ten feet away and rolled several times before stopping, with blood spurting out of its mouth.
Zhou Yuan's situation is not much better.
When his sword thrust out, before it touched the corner of Chen Wanjun's clothes, he felt an invisible force coming from the long sword.
The sword in his hand shook violently, its mouth cracked, and blood splattered.
He groaned and staggered back more than ten steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground, before he could barely stabilize his body.
Tu Hong didn't even make a move.
The shock wave swept across, and his already seriously injured body felt like it had been hit by a giant hammer.
He flew directly backwards, smashed an ancient tree as thick as an arm and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
One move.
Just one move.
Two Second Grade warriors and one Third Grade warrior were all defeated.
Chen Wanjun stood with his hands behind his back, blocking in front of Fang Han. His eyes calmly swept over Song Shu and Zhou Yuan. There was no murderous intention or anger in his eyes, only a condescending indifference.
"The sect master said it right. It's really a trap for Fang Han."
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
Song Shu struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes fell on the dark blue figure, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the blood on his face faded completely at this moment.
"Chen...Chen Wanjun?!"
His voice was hoarse, with an unconcealable tremor.
Zhou Yuan also looked pale, and the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.
He should have thought of it earlier.
Fang Han is so calm, there must be a backup plan.
But he didn't expect that Azure Profound Sect actually sent a First Grade warrior to follow him secretly.
"You... why are you here?"
Song Shu gritted his teeth, his voice full of unwillingness.
Chen Wanjun stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes fell on Song Shu's face, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
"Last time, you Nether Pavilion used Black Crow Bandits as bait to set a trap and lure Fang Han into the urn."
His voice was calm, as if he was stating something ordinary.
"How can I, Azure Profound Sect, fall for the same trick again?"
He paused and continued.
"Let Fang Han go to the rescue. This is to use a trick to lure you to show up."
Song Shu's face turned pale as a sheet at this moment.
They think they are hunters, but they don't realize that they are the prey.
"Withdraw!"
Song Shu Without any hesitation, he shouted lowly, turned around and fled into the forest.
He pushed Body Movement to the extreme, the speed was astonishing, and he just wanted to escape from this terrifying place as soon as possible.
Zhou Yuan also turned around at the same time and ran away in the other direction.
The two Second Grade warriors were like frightened rabbits at this moment, they just wanted to stay as far away from Chen Wanjun as possible.
However--
The gap between First Grade and Second Grade is as big as a natural chasm.
Chen Wanjun didn't even pursue him, he just raised his unarmed left hand and casually grabbed it from the air.
"Come back."
His voice was calm, but it seemed to carry some irresistible power.
Tens of feet away, Song Shu's forward body suddenly froze.
An invisible suction force surged from behind him, dragging his whole body back forcefully.
He struggled with all his strength, but it was as if an invisible hand was holding his throat, unable to move.
The next moment, Chen Wanjun's palm power has arrived.
"Bang--!"
Amidst the dull impact, Song Shu's chest collapsed and blood spurted out from his mouth.
He looked down at his chest, where a clear palm print was deeply dented.
The look in his eyes quickly dimmed.
"You..."
He opened his mouth to say something, but only spit out a mouthful of blood.
Immediately, the whole person fell down softly, no longer alive.
On the other side, Zhou Yuan had escaped dozens of feet away.
He didn't look back, he didn't even dare to look back, he just tried his best to push Internal Qi to increase the speed to the extreme.
However--
A green shadow appeared in front of him like a ghost, blocking his way.
It is Chen Wanjun.
He didn't even know how Chen Wanjun caught up with him. He just felt his eyes blur and the dark blue figure was already standing in front of him.
"Can you escape?"
Chen Wanjun looked at Zhou Yuan calmly.
Zhou Yuan's face was ashen.
He knew that in front of the First Grade warrior, he was not even qualified to escape.
"I'll fight you!"
A trace of determination flashed in Zhou Yuan's eyes, the black energy on the long sword surged, and he thrust out with all his strength.
This sword condensed his lifelong cultivation.
However, Chen Wanjun just stretched out two fingers and gently clamped the tip of the sword.
The long sword seemed to be clamped by iron pincers and could not move at all.
Zhou Yuan's face turned red, and he tried his best to withdraw the sword, but it was like a dragonfly shaking a stone pillar, to no avail.
The next moment, Chen Wanjun's fingers moved slightly.
He grabbed the long sword, turned it over in his hand, and then turned into a stream of light.
"Pfft--!"
The sword blade sank into Zhou Yuan's neck and emerged from the back of the neck.
Zhou Yuan's forward body froze suddenly, and he lowered his head to look at the bloody sword on his neck.
He opened his mouth to say something, but all he could make was a "ho ho" sound.
Immediately, the whole person fell down softly, no longer alive.
From Song Shu and Zhou Yuan's escape to the death of the two of them, it only took a few breaths.
The two Nether Pavilion Second Grade Elder, in front of the First Grade warriors, are not even qualified to escape.
Tu Hong was shaking all over and his face was as pale as paper.
He watched helplessly as Song Shu and Zhou Yuan died. He wanted to run away, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, his eyes falling on him.
"Next, it's your turn."
His voice was flat, without any emotion.
Tu Hong raised his head, and on that rough face, the initial pride and joking had long since disappeared, replaced by extreme fear.
"No... don't kill me..."
His voice trembled, and he wanted to beg for mercy.
Fang Han didn't give him this chance.
Cloudsplitter Sword took out its sheath and the sword flashed.
Wind Sword Intent is poured into it, with the sharpness that tears everything apart, and the spiritual pressure that shocks the mind.
Tu Hong didn't even have time to react before he felt a chill in his throat.
Blood spurts out.
He opened his mouth to say something, but all he could make was a "ho ho" sound.
Immediately, the whole person fell down softly, no longer alive.
From the moment Fang Han drew his sword to the moment Tu Hong died, it only took a moment.
Third Grade Late Stage's Tu Hong, in front of today's Fang Han, can't even survive a single move.
Yang Rui stood in the distance, staring blankly at this scene.
From the appearance of Chen Wanjun, to the deaths of Song Shu and Zhou Yuan, to the beheading of Tu Hong by Fang Han - everything happened in a very short period of time.
Her tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, her legs softened, and she almost fell to the ground.
"Yang Elder, are you okay?"
Fang Han sheathed his sword and walked up to Yang Rui.
Yang Rui shook his head, his voice hoarse:
"Thank you very much Fang True Disciple and Deputy Hall Master Chen for your life-saving grace."
Her eyes fell on the three Nether Pavilion Elder corpses, and a trace of happiness for surviving the disaster flashed in her eyes.