Lying in the bushes, Fang Han was running at full strength <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art>, and the aura around him was as condensed as a lifeless stone.
He looked through the gaps in the branches and leaves at the winding mountain road.
Coming.
More than a dozen figures walked out from the depths of the dense forest, walking very fast but not making much sound.
They wore two colors of attire, one was dark blue with silver lightning patterns embroidered on the cuffs; the other was red with flame patterns embroidered with gold thread on the corners of the robes.
It is the people of the Thunderlight Pavilion and Crimson Flame Sect.
Among them, two people have particularly strong auras.
A tall and thin man, wearing a dark blue robe, with a face of Fang Zheng, and a pair of narrow eyes that loomed brightly between opening and closing--
It is Thunderlight Pavilion First Grade Elder, Xue Yuanlang.
A man with a stocky build, red robes, and piercing eyes under his thick eyebrows--
It is Crimson Flame Sect First Grade Elder, Meng Zhao.
Fang Han held his breath and locked his eyes on the nearest Xue Yuanlang.
Not far from Fang Han, Chen Wanjun was hiding behind a raised boulder. The dark blue Elder robe almost blended into the rock.
His right hand was pressed on the handle of the ancient long knife at his waist, and his breath was as restrained as a hibernating snake.
Thirty feet.
Twenty feet.
Ten feet.
The moment Xue Yuanlang stepped into the ten-foot range--
"Keng--!"
The sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar, and the golden sword light was like lightning tearing through the void, slashing out from behind the boulder!
Chen Wanjun's figure appeared in the light of the sword, his dark green robes making a hunting sound, and in his eyes as bright as morning stars, there was only cold murderous intent at this moment.
He held the knife in both hands. On the golden long knife, Internal Qi was as solid as substance. Saber Aura was several feet long. With the power of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking, he cut Xue Yuanlang straight!
This sword has been prepared for a long time.
This knife has no reservations.
Xue Yuanlang's pupils suddenly contracted.
He is a First Grade warrior, Spiritual Perception is far beyond ordinary people, but Chen Wanjun is also a First Grade warrior, and he is not an ordinary First Grade warrior.
This knife came too fast and suddenly.
He didn't even have time to draw his sword, he only had time to twist to the side with all his strength.
"Tsk--!"
The golden sword light slashed diagonally from his left shoulder to his right waist.
The dark blue Elder robe was torn apart, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
A hideous wound extended from the left shoulder to the right waist, the skin and flesh were rolled over, and the white bones were vaguely visible.
"Uh-huh--!"
Xue Yuanlang let out a muffled groan and staggered back, leaving deep footprints on the ground.
He lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest. Blood was pouring out, soaking half of his clothes in an instant.
This knife almost split his whole body in half.
"Xue Elder!"
Faced with this sudden change, Meng Zhao, another First Grade warrior, reacted first and suddenly looked in this direction, preparing to rescue.
But before that--
"Whoosh!"
A green shadow emerged from the bushes like a ghost!
The figure of Fang Han appeared beside Xue Yuanlang. Cloudsplitter Sword was unsheathed, and the sword was shining like a rainbow.
Wind Sword Intent exploded with all his strength, Minor Success Stage's <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> was pushed to the extreme, and on the sword body, the green-gold brilliance condensed into substance.
This sword cuts straight to Xue Yuanlang's neck!
Xue Yuanlang had just suffered a serious injury. The hideous wound from his left shoulder to his right waist was still bleeding crazily. The severe pain made his reaction slow.
He sensed the deadly sharpness coming from the side and tried his best to dodge, but his seriously injured body was much slower than that.
The neck was avoided, but it was not completely avoided!
"Pfft--!"
The sword light passed by and blood burst out.
Xue Yuanlang's right arm was broken off from the elbow.
The hand holding the hilt of the sword, together with half of the forearm, spun and flew out, landing heavily on the ground several feet away, with its fingers still twitching slightly.
"Ah--!"
Xue Yuanlang let out a shrill howl, staggered back, and almost fell to the ground.
Blood spurted out from the broken arm, dyeing the soil under his feet dark red.
His face instantly turned pale as a sheet, and his breath became extremely weak.
"Fang Han!"
Among the Thunderlight Pavilion disciples, Xue Wu exclaimed, his pale face full of disbelief.
He never expected that the twenty-year-old Qingyang Prefecture Prodigy Ranking who was the last one in Ancient Ruins would dare to sneak attack a First Grade warrior.
Moreover, he successfully attacked in a sneak attack and cut off the right arm of clan uncle Xue Yuanlang.
"Seeking death!"
Meng Zhao shouted loudly, his figure suddenly rose, and he rushed towards Fang Han.
The long sword in his hand was unsheathed. The sword was as red as fire, and with a scorching wave of air, he slashed towards Fang Han's head.
The sword was fast and fierce, and First Grade warrior's terrifying pressure was released without reservation. Before the sword came, the scorching sword wind made Fang Han's forehead hair dance wildly back.
However--
"Dang--!"
A golden long sword stood in front of the red sword. The swords met and a deafening sound of gold and iron erupted.
The shock wave spread in all directions, picking up fallen leaves and gravel on the ground and radiating in all directions.
Chen Wanjun stood with a knife and blocked Meng Zhao's attack.
"Meng Zhao, your opponent is me!"
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
Meng Zhao was shocked by the sword and took several steps back. He stabilized his body and looked as gloomy as water.
His eyes stayed on Chen Wanjun for a moment, and then fell on Xue Yuanlang behind him, whose arm was cut off and his breath was sluggish. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
"Chen Wanjun, what do you want to do? Do you want to start a sectarian war between the two counties?"
he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Starting a sectarian war?"
Chen Wanjun Hearing this, the corner of his mouth slightly raised a cold arc.
"Meng Zhao, why are you pretending to be stupid? People from your two sects are following my group Azure Profound Sect. Everyone knows exactly what purpose they have."
He paused, and the long golden sword lay in front of him, with golden light flowing on the blade.
"If you want to provoke a sectarian war, you will be the first to do it."
Seeing that Chen Wanjun cannot be deceived, Meng Zhao no longer pretends to be.
They followed Azure Profound Sect's group in order to obtain the reward Fang Han obtained from Ancient Ruins.
Now that the other party has seen through it, no matter how hard you try to defend yourself, it will only make you more of a laughing stock.
"Now that you already know--"
Meng Zhao took a deep breath, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
"Then there's really no need to pretend."
Before he finished speaking, his body moved again.
On top of the red long sword, the flaming Sword Qi surged, and he slashed out with one sword, directly taking Chen Wanjun.
Chen Wanjun's eyes were fixed, and he did not retreat but advanced.
The long golden sword dances like a wheel, and the sword shines like a sword, facing the red Sword Qi.
"Clang, clang, clang--!"
The swords clashed, and the sound of gold and iron clashed as densely as rain.
The terrifying power of the two First Grade warriors collided together, and each encounter erupted with an astonishing shock wave.
Wherever the shock wave passed, deep ravines were plowed into the ground, trees were broken, and gravel was shot out.
Within a radius of dozens of feet, there was a mess.
The figures of the two people flashed rapidly in the messy battlefield, and two rays of light, one gold and one red, intertwined and collided, and each collision erupted with a deafening roar.
Meng Zhao's Sword Technique is fierce and domineering, with every sword strike carrying a scorching wave of air, as if it is going to burn everything.
Chen Wanjun's sword is as calm as a mountain, and every sword swing is as heavy as water. It can always neutralize Meng Zhao's attack at the last moment and take the opportunity to counterattack.
In a short period of time, it is difficult to determine the outcome.
the other side.
Xue Yuanlang, who looked pale, looked at Fang Han.
Those narrow eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent at this moment.
He had used Internal Qi to forcibly stop the blood from the broken arm, but the excessive blood loss made his face pale as paper and his breath was extremely weak.
The hideous wound from his left shoulder to his right waist was still painful, and every breath affected the wound, making him frown.
"Okay, very good."
His voice was hoarse, like the cold wind passing through dead branches on a winter night.
"I hunt geese all day long, but I never thought I would be pecked by geese one day!"
He gritted his teeth and spoke every word, each word seemed to be quenched with poison.
"You followed me, Azure Profound Sect, and my entourage with evil intentions. You should have expected such a result. You brought it upon yourself."
Fang Han stood with a sword in his hand, his expression calm.
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"It's your fault? I'm going to tear you apart today!"
Xue Yuanlang was so angry that he laughed, the laughter was hoarse and harsh, with uncontrollable madness.
He stood up suddenly and raised his remaining left palm.
In the palm of the hand, the blue Internal Qi gathered and compressed crazily, and instantly condensed into a condensed palm print.
The palm print was only about a foot square, but it was as solid as substance. It was surrounded by a blue color like thunder and lightning, exuding a heart-stopping aura of destruction.
"Die to me!"
Before he finished speaking, he clapped his hand.
The dark palm print shot out of the air, carrying a terrifying power that could shake mountains, and headed straight for Fang Han.
Wherever the palm print passed, the air made a harsh tearing sound, and a deep ravine was plowed into the ground.
Fang Han's eyes narrowed.
<Azure Profound Art>Internal Qi is running loudly in the body, and the majestic Internal Qi of Third Grade Middle Stage is poured into Cloudsplitter Sword without reservation.
Wind Sword Intent exploded with all its strength, and Minor Success Stage's <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> pushed to the extreme.
Cut it out with one sword!
The cyan sword rainbow and the blue palm print collided violently in mid-air.
"Boom--!!!"
There was a deafening explosion.
The two colors of blue and green gold light intertwine, erode, and annihilate wildly, and the shock wave generated is like a real tsunami, spreading crazily in all directions.
Fang Han I felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword body.
His body Internal Qi was full of blood, but he blocked it after all.
If Xue Yuanlang was not seriously injured, with Xue Yuanlang First Grade's strength as a warrior, it would have been impossible for him to receive this palm.
But at this moment, Xue Yuanlang was seriously injured, his strength was greatly reduced, and he used palm skills that he was not good at, so he was able to block it.
"Assist Xue Elder!"
Xue Wu gave a sharp shout, unsheathed his sword, and pounced on Fang Han first.
Lie Yunting and the other disciples woke up from a dream, drew their weapons one after another, and surrounded them from all directions.
With the light of swords and the shadows of swords and flying energy, more than ten figures rushed towards Fang Han at the same time.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han's eyes focused, and his feet <Wind God Step> moved.
His body was like an invisible gust of wind, drifting several feet to the side at the last moment to avoid these attacks.
The long sword of a Thunderlight Pavilion disciple grazed his left rib, and the sword edge made a gash in the green robe, but it failed to hurt the flesh.
He backhanded the sword.
The sword flashed.
"Pfft--"
This Thunderlight Pavilion disciple didn't even see the trajectory of the sword clearly before he felt a chill in his waist and abdomen.
Looking down, he saw a thin line of blood running diagonally from his left waist to his right ribs.
The next moment, his upper body and lower body were separated, and blood and internal organs were scattered on the ground.
Killed with a sword!
The surrounding Thunderlight Pavilion and Crimson Flame Sect disciples' bodies that were rushing forward froze at the same time.
The young faces were full of unconcealable horror.
With one sword, a Fourth Grade disciple was cut into two pieces. This level of strength was far beyond their imagination.
"Why retreat? He is the only one!"
Xue Wu gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and said sternly.
Everyone looked at each other and pounced again.