"Stop."
The voice of Fang Han sounded in the car.
Fang Yingxue was leaning against the window and looking at the familiar countryside scenery outside, and was slightly startled when he heard this.
He turned around and was about to ask, but he met Fang Han's eyes as calm as a pool.
There was no obvious emotion in those eyes, but all her words were stuck in her throat.
"Wait here and don't move."
Fang Han didn't explain much, just left these words, opened the door and jumped out of the carriage.
The cold wind of winter blew against his face, carrying the smell of withered grass and earth, making the hem of his green robe make a rustling sound.
"Whoosh!"
His body swayed slightly, and <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> was deployed, and the person turned into a light blue afterimage, rushing towards the direction where the master's aura was lurking in his perception.
At the same time, <Shadowveil> was urged by him with all his strength.
Minor Success Stage's master-level Breath Concealment Secret Technique was deployed, Shadow Intent Domain wrapped him up, and the aura around him suddenly converged.
The whole person seemed to blend into the withered grass and trees on the winter wasteland.
After a cup of tea.
Fang Han lay down behind a low mound, looking across the grassy wasteland to a sparse forest a few miles away.
The winter forest trees have already lost all their leaves, and the bare branches are like jagged bone claws stretching towards the gray sky.
The forest is covered with a thick layer of yellow fallen leaves. Occasionally, a cold wind blows in, picking up a few fallen leaves and swirling them away into the distance.
In that forest of mixed trees, a breath as deep as the abyss was dormant.
'The visitor is not good!'
Fang Han's eyes fell through the gaps between dead branches and leaves to where the breath was.
Although he was several miles away, he could already tell that this person had bad intentions.
The reason is because this person is lurking in the forest beside the road, his aura is restrained, and he is motionless. There is no trace of him passing by by chance.
This person clearly guessed his route and made a special trip here to wait for an ambush.
"Who is it?"
Fang Han had doubts in his heart.
He has met most of Seven Sects's masters.
Vajra Temple's Supreme Elder Hui Ming master, Lingyun Sword Sect Supreme Elder Bai Yujing, Tyrant Blade Sect's Supreme Elder Lei Lie, Hundred Flower Valley's Supreme Elder Liu Meiniang, Nether Pavilion's grandmaster Li Hanjiang and Ling Wuyuan, Rain Listening Tower Supreme Elder are silent.
He had sensed their breath at close range in Grandmaster Banquet or other occasions.
This person's aura does not belong to any of these masters, and it is very likely that he is not Seven Sects.
Who could it be?
"Dark Abyss?"
A name suddenly flashed in Fang Han's mind - Dark Abyss.
But he immediately denied it.
Dark Abyss should have canceled the assassination commission against him. In Dark Abyss's consistent style, since he has given up, he will not take action again.
Moreover, Dark Abyss is a killer organization and is good at hiding his aura. Although this person tries his best to hide his aura, his method of hiding his aura is not very clever.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have discovered it more than ten miles away.
"Thunderlight Pavilion?"
Fang Han Another name came to mind.
It was Thunderlight Pavilion who issued the assassination commission to Dark Abyss.
With the Thunderlight Pavilion's attitude of hating him to the core, it is not impossible to find another way to attack him after learning that the assassination failed and Dark Abyss canceled the commission.
And Thunderlight Pavilion happens to have a veteran grandmaster who has been in the realm of masters for decades-Fan Yuan.
Fang Han's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although there were other possibilities, his intuition told him that this person was most likely Fan Yuan, the old master of the Thunderlight Pavilion.
'Strike first is the strongest!'
Fang Han suppressed the killing intent surging in his heart.
Continue to use <Shadowveil> to restrain your breath, and silently approach the forest like a ghost.
Even if he guessed that the person ambushing him was most likely Thunderlight Pavilion, the veteran master Fan Yuan, he had no intention of retreating.
With his current strength, even an established grandmaster can give him a try.
The main reason is that if you wait for a few hours and fail to wait for him, the opponent will most likely kill Liangshui City Fang Clan.
And if he was not found at Liangshui City Fang Clan, the other party might easily destroy Fang Clan in anger.
Three miles.
Two and a half miles.
Two miles.
One and a half miles.
When the distance narrowed to only one mile away, Fang Han stopped and lay down behind a rock half-covered by withered grass, and did not get any closer.
One mile is already an extremely dangerous distance.
Knowing his intelligence, and yet daring to ambush and kill him, even if this person is not Thunderlight Pavilion's Supreme Elder Fan Yuan, he must be an old master.
With his current ability to gather breath, which <Shadowveil> has reached Minor Accomplishment, he can quietly approach a new grandmaster like Ling Wuyuan, but he cannot approach an established grandmaster within a mile without being discovered.
If you get even the slightest bit closer, you may be noticed by the opponent and lose the chance of a sneak attack.
'One mile is enough!'
Fang Han touched the sword at his waist.
The distance of one mile is beyond the limit of attack range for ordinary First Grade warriors.
But Fang Han is no ordinary First Grade warrior.
His combat power has already exceeded this category.
Fang Han slowly pulled out Silver-Gray Longsword from his waist.
The movements were extremely slow and steady, and the inaudible sound of the sword rubbing against the inner wall of the scabbard was perfectly covered up by the cold winter wind.
His gaze locked on the dormant figure in the forest through the cracks in the withered grass.
Then, he took a deep breath, and the Dark Green Internal Qi in <Greenwood Poison-Avoidance Scripture> in his body was running vigorously at this moment without reservation.
The majestic cultivation of First Grade Late Stage was poured into the sword body, and the Silver-Gray Longsword, which looked ordinary in appearance, glowed with a layer of dark green brilliance as deep as a pool.
The physical strength of a million kilograms was mobilized in an unprecedented way, the muscles and bones roared, and the blood all over the body boiled.
The liquid energy and blood condensed after breaking through the physical barrier surged toward his right arm holding the sword like dark red lava. The muscles of the entire right arm swelled slightly at this moment, stretching out the sleeves of the green robe with sharp edges.
Minor Success Stage's <Great Void Wind God Sword> is fully accelerated.
Wind Sword Intent envelopes the sword body and condenses like substance on the sword body.
Under the pressure of this terrifying Sword Intent, the air around the sword silently cracked into dark lines as fine as spider webs, spreading in all directions.
Fang Han condenses all the power into one sword.
Then--
Cut it out with one sword.
"Wha--!!!"
An extremely terrifying cyan Sword Qi shot out from the sword's edge, swelled in the wind, and instantly turned into a solid sword that was more than a hundred feet long.
Sword Qi was so powerful that wherever it passed, a smooth, bottomless ravine was cut open in the ground silently.
Mud, rocks, dead grass, everything blocking the front of Sword Qi was split into two the moment it touched Sword Qi, and the cross section was as smooth as a mirror.
The air was oppressed by this terrifying Sword Intent, emitting a sonic boom that was so sharp that it was almost miserable, like thunder rolling across the ground.
The distance of that mile was only a blink of an eye under Fang Han's full strength.
Fan Yuan hid behind the thick old locust tree and stared at the road not far away.
And the reason why he is hiding here is naturally to ambush Fang Han.
As a veteran grandmaster who has been a master for decades, he has enough confidence.
Although Fang Han is strong and can crush the new grandmaster Ling Wuyuan as a non-grandmaster, it is still not enough in front of veteran grandmasters like him.
Today's ambush, he is determined to win.
But at this moment--
A sense of crisis that made his scalp numb suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.
The sense of crisis came so violently and suddenly, it was like a basin of ice water being poured from head to toe, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
What came into view was a terrifying Sword Qi that was a hundred feet long, tearing away Void Sundering energy at an incredible speed and slashing towards his hiding place.
The power of this Sword Qi has far surpassed the level of ordinary masters.
"Not good!"
Fan Yuan's complexion suddenly changed.
He almost instinctively drew the long knife from his waist.
It was a long dark purple sword with a broad and thick blade, and complex thunder and lightning patterns engraved on the back of the sword. It was the Superior Dharma Weapon--Thunderclap Saber he had used for many years.
However, this sword came too fast and too suddenly.
He didn't have time to inject Internal Qi's full strength into the blade, so he could only move it hastily and block with the sword horizontally.
The dark red sword light surged on the blade, turning into a thick Saber Aura, facing the terrifying Sword Qi that was already close at hand.
"Boom--!!!"
Sword Qi and Saber Aura collided violently in mid-air, causing an earth-shaking loud noise.
The sound was terrifying, like hundreds of thunders exploding at the same time, and the ground for miles around shook violently under the blow.
The bare trees in the forest were swept by the shock wave, as if they were run over by an invisible giant hammer.
They were broken in rows and rows, and sawdust and dead leaves were swept up into the air, forming a turbid wave of dust.
At the center of the collision, a huge crater was blasted into the ground that was several feet deep and dozens of feet in diameter.
Mud and gravel shot out in all directions like a volcanic eruption, leaving the already messy forest full of holes.
Fan Yuan felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, and the arms holding the knife were shaken to the point of numbness. The strength of that force had already exceeded the limit of his hasty defense.
His body slid backwards involuntarily, and his feet plowed two ravines on the ground that were about a foot deep.
Along the way, he broke several tree trunks that had been damaged by the shock wave, and he retreated more than twenty feet before he could barely stabilize his body.
He lowered his head and looked at the outside of his left arm.
The dark robe was torn apart by Sword Qi, a deep wound appeared on the flesh, and blood was slowly dripping down the sleeves.
The wound is not deep, and for a veteran grandmaster, this injury does not even affect his combat effectiveness.
But that pain reminded him clearly -
He is injured.
The dignified Thunderlight Pavilion Supreme Elder, a veteran grandmaster who has been in the realm of grandmasters for decades, did not notice anyone approaching and was accidentally attacked and injured.
Fan Yuan slowly raised his head, and his deep-set eyes passed through the smoke and dust in the sky and fell in the direction where Sword Qi was coming.
A mile away, Fang Han stood with a sword, his green robe rustling in the cold wind.
The two people's eyes collided in mid-air, as if invisible sparks were flying.