The morning light is filtered by the layers of branches and leaves into fine spots, and falls on the mountain ground covered with rotten leaves.
"Whoosh!"
Meng Zhao carried Lie Yunting and swept through the mountains and forests for half an hour. It was not until he confirmed that there was no more of the heart-stopping golden sword intent behind him that he stopped in a hidden mountain col.
He put Lie Yunting down and leaned against an ancient tree, breathing heavily.
On the dark red Elder robe, the knife mark on the left rib was still bleeding, dyeing half of the skirt dark red.
Although the wound on his right shoulder was shallow, it made his sword-holding hand tremble slightly.
The originally calm face was now covered with sweat on his forehead.
In the battle with Chen Wanjun, he failed to gain any advantage.
The concentration of the opponent's sword skills and the power of Internal Qi were both beyond his expectations. If the fight continued, he would definitely be defeated.
'Xue Yuanlang, you are such a waste!'
Meng Zhao couldn't help but curse in his heart.
He fought with Chen Wanjun, waited for Xue Yuanlang to get rid of Fang Han, and then joined forces with him to surround and kill Chen Wanjun.
Unexpectedly, Xue Yuanlang actually fell into the hands of Fang Han.
A First Grade warrior actually fell into the hands of a Third Grade Middle Stage. It was simply ridiculous.
Thanks to the death of Xue Yuanlang, the war situation collapsed.
The accompanying Thunderlight Pavilion Tianjiao disciples, including Xue Wu, are in danger.
On the Crimson Flame Sect's side, he and Lie Yunting were the only two people left.
'That's all disciple Thunderlight Pavilion, lost disciple Crimson Flame Sect...'
Meng Zhao cursed in a low voice, his voice hoarse, with uncontrollable anger and a trace of panic that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
The Tianjiao disciples Crimson Flame Sect who were accompanying him all died except Lie Yunting.
Even with his status as First Grade Elder, he will inevitably face severe punishment from the sect after returning.
"Hiss--"
Lie Yunting sat aside, leaning against a moss-covered rock.
Although the sword wound on his chest had stopped bleeding, every breath still affected the wound, making him frown.
The dark red outfit was soaked with blood and clung tightly to his body, showing a bit of embarrassment.
He lowered his head and said nothing.
After narrowly escaping from death, he felt no joy at all, only deep fear.
Xue Yuanlang is dead.
That First Grade warrior, Thunderlight Pavilion's highly experienced Elder, died under Third Grade Middle Stage's Fang Han sword.
He instinctively does not want to be an enemy of such a person.
It's not cowardice, but a beast-like intuition - making enemies with such people will lead to endless troubles.
But Meng Zhao is not an ordinary Elder.
He is a First Grade warrior, and his status is respected within the Crimson Flame Sect. Even if he is the number one Prodigy Ranking, it is difficult for him to go against the other party's decision.
Now, the bad premonition has come true.
Not only did he fail to win the treasure in Ancient Ruins, but he also lost many talented disciples, and even formed a deadly feud with a monster like Fang Han.
"Meng Elder."
Lie Yunting raised his head, his voice hoarse, with a bit of suppressed complaint.
"What... what to do next?"
Meng Zhao did not answer immediately.
He stood with his hands behind his hands and looked into the depths of the dense forest. His originally bright eyes were now as gloomy as water.
After a moment, the corners of his mouth curved slightly into a cold arc.
"We don't need to do anything."
His voice was soft and sinister.
Lie Yunting was slightly startled.
"Xue Yuanlang is dead, and all the talented disciples of the Thunderlight Pavilion's trip have also been destroyed. Do you think Thunderlight Pavilion will give up?"
Meng Zhao turned around and his eyes fell on Lie Yunting's face.
Lie Yunting's pupils shrank slightly.
Meng Zhao continued:
"Just reveal this news to the Thunderlight Pavilion, and they will deal with the Azure Profound Sect and his group on our behalf."
He paused, his voice a little colder.
"One First Grade Elder, several talented disciples, this blood feud is enough to drive Thunderlight Pavilion crazy."
Lie Yunting is silent.
He understood what Meng Zhao meant.
Kill someone with a borrowed knife.
Just send the message to the Thunderlight Pavilion, and Thunderlight Pavilion will naturally become a knife in their hands.
"Let's go."
Meng Zhao withdrew his gaze and walked towards the outside of the mountain col.
"Leave this mountain forest first, and then send a message Thunderlight Pavilion."
Lie Yunting struggled to stand up and followed behind him.
Two figures walked through the mountain forest, getting further and further away, and the morning light fell, stretching their shadows very long.
One day later.
The path in the mountain forest winds like a snake, glowing gray in the afternoon sun.
Azure Profound Sect The steps of the group are no longer as brisk as before.
Fang Han was walking in the middle of the team, and the blood stains on the green robe that had been torn by the puppet's claws were still there, and after drying, they turned into dark brown patches that clung to the body.
His breathing was a bit heavier than usual, his face was slightly pale, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
We drove continuously for a day and a night, with only two rest breaks along the way. Each time it took no more than a stick of incense, so we ate a few mouthfuls of dry food with clear water, and then continued our journey.
He was already injured and kept on the road, so his condition was quite bad.
Yun Qianyue The hem of her dress was stained with mud, and her face was covered with gauze, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
The eyes were still calm, but the fatigue in the corners of them could not be concealed.
Her steps seemed particularly heavy every time she landed.
Luo Yuntian Several obvious damages can be seen on the dark blue robe. His face is still calm, but his breath is not as stable as before.
Mad Butcher was carrying the broad-bladed sword that looked like a door panel. His sturdy body was still upright, but he could not suppress his heavy breathing.
Chen Wuhen The folding fan in his hand had already been closed and inserted into his waist. His pretty face was full of the color of dust.
Su Yuwei lowered his eyes, his clothes were stained with dust, and his steps were sloppy.
Mo Chen remained expressionless, but his breathing was obviously extremely rapid.
Liu Ruyan and Wang Miao, who were the weakest in cultivation, were in the worst condition. Their faces were as pale as paper, and every step seemed to have exhausted all their strength.
Chen Wanjun is at the forefront.
The dark blue Elder robe fluttered slightly in the mottled light and shadow, but her steps remained steady.
The First Grade warrior's huge Internal Qi allows him to be in much better condition than the Fang Han nine even if he travels all day and night.
The most important thing is that unlike the nine Fang Han people, he was not injured.
He stopped, turned around, and glanced at the nine people. On the young faces, exhaustion almost solidified into substance.
Some people looked pale, some had weak breaths, and some were staggering.
But no one complained, no one asked to stop and rest. They all knew how dangerous the situation was at this moment.
"Hold on for another half day."
Chen Wanjun A flash of relief flashed in his eyes, then disappeared.
He opened his mouth to encourage everyone.
"In half a day, we can leave East Foothills Prefecture and return to Qingyang Prefecture."
He paused and looked at the undulating skyline of mountains in the distance.
"It will be safe then!"
As soon as these words came out, the spirits of the nine people were lifted.
Qingyang Prefecture.
That is Azure Profound Sect's sphere of influence, their territory.
As long as you set foot on the land of Qingyang Prefecture, you are out of the most dangerous situation.
No matter how arrogant Thunderlight Pavilion is, he does not dare to blatantly go across the county to pursue him.
"Yes."
Luo Yuntian spoke first, his voice hoarse, but filled with irrepressible joy.
Yun Qianyue didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
Mad Butcher grinned, with a bit of relief in that smile.
Chen Wuhen let out a long breath, Su Yuwei lowered his eyes, and his tight shoulders relaxed slightly.
Fang Han also nodded, with a calm expression, but a trace of expectation also flashed deep in his eyes.
Chen Wanjun's eyes fell on Fang Han and asked.
"Fang Han, have you found any pursuers? Or any other abnormalities?"
Since setting off, Fang Han has been running <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> at full capacity, regardless of the consumption of Internal Qi, sensing the atmosphere within miles around it.
This is the key to this team being able to avoid danger in advance.
Fang Han shook his head and said.
"No pursuing soldiers were found, and there were no other abnormalities."
Chen Wanjun nodded slightly, and a trace of tension quietly relaxed in his eyes as bright as morning stars.
The others also breathed a sigh of relief obviously, and the solemn look on their faces became a little lighter.
"That's good."
Chen Wanjun turned around and stepped forward.
"Keep on going."
Everyone hurriedly followed up, their pace a little faster than before.
half a day.
You only need to persist for half a day to return to Qingyang Prefecture, and you will be truly safe.
Ten miles away.
Three figures were flying through the dense forest.
The leader was a tall man with a sturdy back and a muscular body. He was wearing a dark blue robe with silver lightning patterns embroidered on the cuffs.
He has a rough face and a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle under his thick eyebrows, shining brightly when he opens and closes them.
His surname is Lei, his name is Zheng, and his name is Thunderlight Pavilion First Grade Elder.
On his left side is a woman in her fifties, with a thin body and a stern face. Her gray hair is tied up with a silver hairpin.
Wearing a dark blue robe, a long sheathed sword hung from the waist. The scabbard was inlaid with several blue gems, glowing with a cold luster in the morning light.
Her surname is Leng, and her given name is Ling. They are also Thunderlight Pavilion First Grade Elder, Sword Technique. She is fierce and ruthless, and is known as "Cold-Faced Rakshasa" in the cabinet.
On the right, there is an old man in his sixties, with a thin body, a stern face, and a pair of surprisingly bright eyes.
Wearing a dark blue robe, she walked with her hands behind her back. The aura around her body was restrained, but there was a faint sense of oppression that made her heart palpitate.
His surname is Han and his first name is Yue, also Thunderlight Pavilion First Grade Elder.
Three digits First Grade.
Such a lineup is enough to defeat any major force under the top forces.
At this moment, they were ordered to come here just to hunt down Azure Profound Sect and his party.
Xue Yuanlang is dead.
The accompanying disciple Thunderlight Pavilion Tianjiao also died.
Such a loss made Thunderlight Pavilion's senior management furious.
Although they knew that this matter was caused by Xue Yuanlang's greed, he took the initiative to intercept and kill Azure Profound Sect's group first. No wonder Azure Profound Sect's group was killed.
But so what?
One First Grade Elder, several talented disciples - such a loss is really painful.
It hurts so much that Thunderlight Pavilion cannot give up revenge just because he is being unreasonable.
Of course, if the other party cannot afford to offend Overlord-Level Faction, that is another matter.
But Azure Profound Sect is just the top force of Qingyang Prefecture, and exists at the same level as Thunderlight Pavilion.
People at the same level have suffered such a big loss. If they don't take revenge, how can Thunderlight Pavilion lose face?
How to gain a foothold in East Foothills Prefecture in the future?
Therefore, revenge must be taken.
Azure Profound Sect must pay the price.
"Cold Elder, how far is it?"
Lei Zheng opened his mouth, his voice low and still steady despite the rapid speed.
"At most, we can catch up in half an hour."
Leng Ling said.
She practices Tracking Secret Technique. Although it is not as good as Fang Han, it can still be called a master.
Among the Azure Profound Sect's group, although Fang Han and Chen Wanjun have clever breath-containing methods, the others do not and can only use breath-containing powder to cover their breath.
It's not difficult to track.
"Very good."
Lei Zheng nodded slightly, a cold murderous intent flashed through his sharp eagle eyes.
"Speed up."
The three of them increased their speed again, turning into three dark blue streams of light, speeding through the mountains and forests.
Wherever it passed, fallen leaves were rolled up and grass and trees were bent low by the strong wind.