"Peng--"
Jia Four's figure flew out like a kite with its string broken, and hit the ground dozens of feet away, and rolled several times before stopping.
A ferocious sword mark slashed diagonally from his left shoulder to his right rib, and blood gushes out, soaking most of the black robe.
"Huh... huh..."
He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, and raised his head to look at Fang Han.
In those deep-set eyes, the rage has been replaced by a deeper emotion - fear.
With that sword strike, he felt a real threat of death. If he hadn't been physically strong as a master, the sword would have disemboweled him.
He gritted his teeth, suppressed the surging blood, and stared at Fang Han.
Can't beat it.
If he continues to fight, he will die here.
He stood up, large drops of blood dripping from the hem of his black robe, leaving dark traces on the ground.
"To have such strength in just over four months... how on earth did you do it?"
Jia Four felt indescribable shock in his heart.
"Retreat!"
A wanted to retreat, and his body shook violently.
The figure turned into a dark afterimage and shot away deep into the pine forest at an alarming speed.
As a killer, what he is best at is gathering breath and escaping. The former allows him to get closer to his target, and the latter allows him to escape safely after taking action.
In terms of escape speed, few people in the same realm can match it!
"Want to escape?"
Fang Han's eyes are cold.
The last time was to sneak into the Azure Profound Sect to assassinate, this time it was to ambush and intercept him halfway.
Two consecutive shots, if it weren't for his continuous breakthroughs in strength, he would have died in the opponent's hands.
How can we let such a person go?
"Whoosh--!"
Fang Han The figure in a green robe suddenly pulled out an afterimage in the ruins of the forest. <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> was moved by him without reservation at this moment.
The speed became faster than before, almost too fast to be captured by the naked eye.
Jia Four had just swept a few dozen feet away when he felt a strong wind coming from behind him, and a sword light from Dark Green had already reached his back.
His pupils shrank suddenly and his body turned around in a hurry.
Both claws came out together, and the dark claw light condensed like a shield, blocking the body in front of him.
"Boom--!!!"
The sword light struck the claws, and a deafening roar erupted.
The shock wave spread in all directions, lifting up a layer of the rolled up soil on the ground again.
Jia Four groaned and stumbled forward a few steps involuntarily.
He stabilized his body, raised his head, and looked at Fang Han, who was already chasing him, with disbelief on his face.
"How could your speed... be so fast?"
Jia Four's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with irrepressible shock.
He is the Dark Abyss "A" killer, and among the masters he is particularly good at Body Movement and Breath Concealment Secret Technique.
But at that moment, Fang Han's speed had obviously surpassed him.
Not only did his strength surpass him, but his speed, which he was best at, was also surpassed.
It shocked him greatly.
"You are too slow!"
Fang Han flipped his wrist, Silver-Gray Longsword drew an arc in his palm, Wind Concept condensed on the sword body, and swept out with a sword.
The sword's light was like a steel sword, with the sharp intention of tearing everything apart, and it cut straight into Jia Four's throat.
Jia Four's complexion suddenly changed, he didn't dare to force the attack, and his body retreated several feet.
The two claws were swung continuously, and the jet-black claws were pushed out layer by layer, trying to neutralize the edge of the sword with numbers.
But Fang Han and Sword Intent kept coming, and the second sword, the third sword, and the fourth sword were handed out one after another.
The sword light is like an endless tide, rushing towards Jia Four one after another.
"Boom boom boom--!"
Intensive roars exploded in the forest, and every collision erupted with an astonishing shock wave, plowing the ground a hundred feet in radius or even a hundred feet away, and changed it beyond recognition.
In the pine forest, a large piece of flat land appeared, and the landscape was completely changed.
Jia Four was leaning on the left and right, retreating step by step.
The wound on the chest that had not yet stopped bleeding continued to burst apart during the violent movements. The blood dripped down the hem of the black robe and fell among the gravel, spreading out dark red traces.
The more he fought, the heavier his heart became.
Not only did this boy's combat power already surpass him, his speed was even weirder.
In every confrontation, he was at a disadvantage, and his situation became more and more dangerous.
"Tsk--!"
A ray of Dark Green's sword light grazed Jia Four's left shoulder, tearing the black robe apart and leaving a deep wound.
Blood spurted out, Jia Four groaned, stumbled back a few steps, and stumbled.
"Whoops--!"
As soon as he stabilized his body, Fang Han's next sword had already caught up with him, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly between his eyebrows.
The sharp sword wind hit his face, and the broken hair on his forehead was blown back. For the first time, real fear appeared in his deep-set eyes.
Without any time to think, he thrust his right hand into his arms, clasped his fingers together, and took out a jade talisman the size of a palm, with green light flowing all over its body.
It is similar to the Divine Speed Jade Talisman that the sect bestowed upon Fang Han, but it is also different.
The surface texture is more complex and it is a higher grade Middle-Grade Divine Speed Jade Talisman.
"Buzz--"
The moment he poured Internal Qi into the jade talisman, a green light suddenly exploded, like a blue scorching sun, covering Jia Four's entire body.
A gentle but powerful force surged out from the jade talisman, wrapping Jia Four's whole body like an invisible tide.
His figure suddenly blurred, as if he was pushed out of this space by an invisible giant hand.
"Whoosh--!"
There was a flash of blue light, and Jia Four's figure was hundreds of feet away.
Fang Han stabbed the air with his sword, his eyes suddenly condensed.
He looked up and saw the figure wrapped in green light already very far away, moving at an alarming speed.
The distance from him was growing at an extremely exaggerated speed.
"Not good!"
Fang Han urged <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> with all its strength, and the green-robed figure turned into a stream of light blue light, chasing after it.
But it's no use.
Jia Four's speed was too fast, several times faster than <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps>, which he used with all his strength.
The figure wrapped in green light became smaller and smaller in the field of vision, but within a few breaths, only a fuzzy green dot remained.
Then it completely disappeared and no trace was left.
"<Nether Guide>."
The opponent's state will inevitably not last long, so Fang Han urges <Nether Guide> with all his strength.
Perception is like an invisible spider web spreading out in all directions, catching the remaining breath of the opponent.
After catching the breath, he followed it and chased it.
But after chasing about a stick of incense, he stopped.
"The breath is cut off."
Fang Han whispered to himself, frowning slightly.
In perception, the aura that could still be vaguely captured completely disappeared here.
"Can it be traced through traces?"
Fang Han walked to the place where the breath disappeared, squatted down, and carefully checked the ground, looking for traces.
See if you can find traces other than breath, footprints and the like.
But he was disappointed.
There were no footprints in the soil, and the surrounding vegetation showed no signs of being broken or crushed.
It's not that it doesn't exist, but he can't find it.
If it were an ordinary warrior, with his current eyesight, it would indeed be possible to track him.
But a master who is good at Body Movement, who has never practiced the secret art of pupils, can't track it.
"It seems like we really need to improve <Nether Guide>!"
Fang Han stood up and scanned the surrounding rolling hills and dense forests.
This person Breath Concealment Secret Technique is extremely clever. He was able to conceal his presence within a few dozen feet of him before being discovered. This is enough to illustrate the problem.
After escaping from danger, he will naturally use all his strength to control his aura. With <Nether Guide>Minor Success Stage's perception ability, it is no longer possible to track him.
"Although Dark Abyss master-level killer escaped, the goal was achieved!"
Fang Han believes that after today's battle, Dark Abyss will definitely seriously consider whether to continue this assassination commission.
Dark Abyss does not have a habit of fighting to the end. If nothing unexpected happens, Dark Abyss will most likely cancel the assassination commission.
"The noise of the fighting here may attract the attention of the top local forces. Leave first!"
Continuing the search now is just a waste of time.
Fang Han identified the direction, re-deployed Body Movement, and swept along the official road in the direction of Qingyang Prefecture.
The green-robed figure drew a slender shadow in the afternoon sun, and soon disappeared among the trees at the end of the road.
Behind him, the pine forest that had been transformed beyond recognition by the fierce battle just now was silent in the wind.
Broken trees and ravines lay across the ground, like a scar carved on the earth, silently telling the story of the terrifying confrontation that far exceeded the level of ordinary warriors.
A breeze passed through Lin Feng, picking up the broken leaves and dust on the ground, swirling and drifting into the distance along the ravines plowed by Sword Qi.
Two days later, Azure Profound Sect's majestic mountain gate cast a long, silent shadow under the autumn sun.
Fang Han climbed up the bluestone steps with steady steps, while Silver-Gray Longsword swayed slightly with the steps.
The autumn wind blew through the branches and leaves of the ancient trees on both sides of the mountain road, making a rustling sound. A few withered yellow leaves swirled down from the branches and fell to the ground behind him.
Fang Han did not go back to No. 35 Annex, but walked straight along the mountain path towards the Sect Master's Hall on the top of the mountain.
The disciples they met along the way were startled when they recognized him whom they had not seen for a long time, and then they all bowed and saluted, their eyes full of surprise and surprise.
He nodded slightly in response and kept walking.
Sect Master's Hall The towering silhouette appears at the end of the field of vision.
When the disciples on duty in front of the palace gate saw Fang Han approaching, they were stunned for a moment, and then quickly stepped aside to get out of the way.
"I request to see the sect leader."
Fang Han stood in front of the palace gate and asked the disciples on duty to go in and report.
The disciple on duty quickly went in to report, and the voice of Chen Tianyuan soon came from the hall, with a hint of surprise:
"Come in."
Fang Han stepped into the palace.
The light inside the hall is bright, revealing bursts of silence.
Chen Tianyuan was sitting on the large rosewood chair at the top. When he heard footsteps, he raised his head.
His eyes fell on Fang Han, a trace of obvious concern flashed across his face, and his voice was a bit eager:
"Fang Han? Why are you back?"
He quickly walked around the desk, walked to Fang Han, looked at Fang Han up and down, and asked with furrowed brows.
"Didn't I ask you to stay in Central Thirty-Six Prefectures for a little longer? It's only been more than four months, and Dark Abyss may not have given up on assassinating you. If you rashly return to the clan now, what if--"