Gu Changqing looked in the direction pointed by Fang Han, and a glimmer of light flashed in those cloudy eyes.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Fang Han, but with a bit of solemnity:
"Just find a safe place to hide. What happens next is beyond your control."
"Disciple understands."
Fang Han responded with his hands raised.
Gu Changqing said no more and looked at each other with Silence and Huiming.
The three men nodded slightly, and then their bodies swayed, like three wisps of smoke, drifting silently to the northwest.
Fang Han stood on the spot, watching the three figures disappear into the forest. Without any hesitation, he turned around and headed in the opposite direction.
Even the aftermath of the Grandmaster's battle was enough to kill him.
Several miles away, deep in the mountains.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger is entrenched on a huge bluestone, and the vertical pupils of Dark Gold are half-open and half-closed, as if they are in a false sleep.
suddenly.
Its pupils suddenly opened, and the light of Dark Gold was like two cold lights in the dusk.
Under the scales, the muscles suddenly tightened, and a chill rose up its back - this was the beast's most instinctive instinct when facing fatal danger.
There are enemies.
And it is an enemy that can threaten it.
It didn't hesitate at all, its four legs as thick as pillars suddenly exerted force, and its huge body was like a black lightning, and it was about to break out in one direction.
However, it was too late.
An old and plain voice came from its left side:
"You evil beast, don't even think about escaping!"
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger suddenly stopped, and Dark Gold's vertical pupils turned to the left.
A dark green figure slowly walked out from the shadow of the ancient tree. He was wearing a dark green robe and a wooden hairpin. He was none other than Gu Changqing.
He was holding a Plain Longsword in his hand. The blade of the sword was light blue in color, glowing with a warm luster in the dusk.
"Amitabha."
A Buddha chant sounded from the right side of Black-Scaled Demon Tiger.
Huiming, wearing a golden cassock and holding Demon-Subduing Pestle, walked out from behind the rocks on the other side.
There was a faint golden light all over his body, like a real angry-eyed Vajra.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger let out a deep roar, clawed the ground with its four claws, and was about to change direction.
However, as soon as it turned around, it saw a blue-gray figure standing on the retreat with hands behind its back, an old sword hanging at its waist, and an ordinary face, which was silent.
Three masters, three directions.
The escape route has been completely blocked.
"Ho--!"
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger let out a deafening roar.
The roar turned into substantial sound waves, spreading wildly in all directions. Wherever it passed, ancient trees were broken and gravel was shot out.
It kicked the ground violently with its four claws, and its huge body was like a moving hill, rushing towards the direction of Gu Changqing.
The sharp claws poked out, and the five Dark Gold claws, which were about a foot long, tore out Void Sundering's energy, and with a shrill scream, they went straight for Gu Changqing.
Gu Changqing's expression remained unchanged, and Plain Longsword slashed out with a sword in his hand.
Nothing fancy, just a simple sword.
However, the moment the sword was struck, the world seemed to freeze for a moment.
The light cyan sword light was not dazzling, but it had a sharpness that made people dare not look directly at it - it was Sword Intent, which was far stronger than Fang Han.
The sword light collided with the sharp claws, causing an earth-shattering loud noise.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's forward body was blocked by force, and his huge body slid backwards uncontrollably, plowing four deep ravines on the ground, and the dirt and gravel rolled up.
A hint of horror flashed through its Dark Gold vertical pupils, and it looked down at its stretched out right front paw--
There, a sword mark crossed diagonally and penetrated several inches into the flesh, and dark red blood was flowing out.
Gu Changqing still stood with his hands behind his back, Plain Longsword hanging casually by his side, a drop of dark red blood from the tip of the sword slowly slid down and dripped into the soil.
His feet didn't move at all, as if the sword just slapped away a disturbing mosquito or fly.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger let out an angry roar and pounced again.
However, Huiming has arrived.
Demon-Subduing Pestle was raised high above the head, with golden light all over his body, and a golden shadow appeared faintly behind him. The shadow was several feet tall, and its face was blurry, but it exuded a suffocating pressure.
Demon-Subduing Pestle smashed down with a force that could shake mountains, and hit Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's waist.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger sensed the fatal threat and twisted his body violently, trying to avoid the blow.
But Demon-Subduing Pestle's speed was so fast that it only had time to avoid its vital point, and the heavy pestle body hit its left rib.
"Boom--!"
The dull sound like a drum echoed in the mountain col.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's huge body was thrown horizontally by the pestle, breaking several ancient trees as thick as an arm, and rolled several times on the ground before he managed to stabilize himself.
On the left rib, more than a dozen jet-black scales shattered and fell off, revealing a blur of flesh and blood.
Silence also took action.
He pulled out the old long sword and made a light stroke from a distance of dozens of feet.
A transparent ripple, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, passed through the air silently and went straight to Black-Scaled Demon Tiger.
The speed was so incredibly fast that Black-Scaled Demon Tiger didn't even have time to react as the ripples had already passed through its right hind leg.
"Tsk--"
A very light and thin sound.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger On the right hind leg, a wound appeared out of thin air, with blood oozing out.
It let out a roar of pain, but its movements were not impaired.
The scale armor's defense was strong, and its body was huge, so the injuries it suffered were not serious.
Miles away.
Fang Han stood on the top of a giant tree, looking through the layers of branches and leaves towards the mountain col.
Even though they were miles apart, the earth-shattering collision could still be heard clearly.
Every time a loud noise came, it was accompanied by a slight tremor on the ground, as if some giant beast was writhing underground.
From the mountain col in the distance, smoke and dust rose into the sky, turning the sky into a gray mess.
He could clearly see that the mountain range was being destroyed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Low mountains were flattened one after another, and the forest trees were broken and fell one after another as if they were swept by invisible giant blades.
The rocks cracked, the soil rolled up, and even the winding streams were cut off and rerouted.
Birds and beasts fled madly from the mountains and forests, and countless flying birds screamed and rushed into the sky, blocking the sky and the sun.
The animals were running wildly in the mountains and forests, converging into a black torrent and running for their lives into the distance.
Wherever the beast tide passed, countless trees were broken and trampled down.
"This is the Grandmaster..."
Fang Han whispered to himself, his eyes filled with shock and solemnity.
Third Grade Late Stage's cultivation, Minor Success Stage's <Void-Sundering Sword Manual>, Beginner stage's <Black Tortoise True Art>, combined with the three, his combat power is close to that of First Grade warrior.
However, compared with the three grandmasters in the distance, the gap is so huge that it is simply a world of difference.
A random sword or pestle from the three masters was powerful enough to kill him.
Even the aftermath of the battle, if it was close, might be enough to hurt him.
Although they are both human beings, they are like two different species. The gap in strength is simply worlds apart.
In the mountain col, the fighting continues.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger was covered in blood, and in the vertical pupils of Dark Gold, the initial anger and ferocity had been replaced by solemnity and fear.
It tried to break out several times, but was forced back every time.
For the first time, it struggled to bear the blow from Huiming and threw itself in the direction of Silence.
However, Shen Sheng only swayed slightly and appeared in front of it like a ghost. Plain Longsword slashed down, leaving a deep wound on its shoulder and forcing it back.
The second time, it used the smoke and dust in the mountain col as a cover to try to break through from the flank.
However, Gu Changqing's Spiritual Perception had already locked it. A light cyan sword light penetrated the smoke and struck on its back. Its scales shattered and blood spattered, and it was forced back again.
The third time, the fourth time... every time they broke through, they all ended in failure.
Every failure adds new wounds to its body.
Its ink-black scales were soaked in blood, and the broken and fallen scales were scattered on the ground, revealing the vague flesh and blood underneath.
If it weren't for the astonishing defense of the scale armor, comparable to the defensive martial arts of a master, it would have been killed by the siege of the three masters.
Huiming put his hands together, and the handle Demon-Subduing Pestle floated beside him, with golden light flowing.
Gu Changqing stood with the sword, Plain Longsword pointed diagonally at the ground, and the light cyan brilliance on the sword was flowing endlessly.
Silence's left hand was behind her back, and she held a sword in her right hand. Her pair of ancient and unwavering eyes were always locked on Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's every subtle movement.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's breathing became heavier and heavier, and blood foam poured out of his mouth and nose with every breath.
The pair of Dark Gold's vertical pupils swept across the three people, then it raised its head and let out a roar.
The roar was completely different from before - no longer angry, no longer ferocious, only a deep unwillingness that was engraved in the bone marrow.
It has been wandering in the mountains and forests for hundreds of years, growing from a Black-Scaled Demon Tiger cub to a master-level monster step by step.
The entire Qingyang Prefecture mountain forest is its territory, and thousands of monsters surrender under its claws.
But today, everything is coming to an end.
"Ouch--"
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger rushed out. This time, it did not choose to break out, but went straight to Gu Changqing.
The sharp claws, fangs, and steel tail are used together, and the attack is like a violent storm, with an almost crazy determination.
Dark Gold's sharp claws tear Void Sundering's energy, making a shrill scream;
The white fangs gleamed coldly in the sun and went straight to Gu Changqing's throat;
The thick and long tail swept across like a steel whip, smashing the surrounding boulders into pieces.
Gu Changqing's expression remains unchanged, Plain Longsword dances like a wheel.
The light cyan sword light crisscrossed and collided fiercely with Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's sharp claws, fangs, and steel tail.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang--!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing was as dense as rain, and every collision erupted with deafening roars and astonishing shock waves.
The ground was cracked inch by inch under the shock wave, and the gravel was rolled up and turned into powder by the subsequent aftermath.
Huiming and Silence attack from both sides.
Demon-Subduing Pestle hit Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's waist and ribs again and again with dazzling golden light, and each blow caused those already broken scales to fall off in large pieces.
Silence waved Plain Longsword in his hand, and each stroke landed accurately on the joints and waist and abdomen where Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's defense was weakest, leaving deep wounds and blood gushing out.