"Something's wrong!"
Fan Yuan's face was gloomy.
Trading injury for injury was the situation he expected.
Ever since he discovered that Fang Han's Sword Technique and Body Movement were both ridiculously strong, he had already made a decision--
Only by exchanging injuries for injuries can one's own deeper cultivation advantages be brought into full play.
With his physical strength as a veteran master, he will definitely have the upper hand in a battle of injuries.
When Fang Han's injuries accumulated to a certain extent, Sword Technique showed a flaw, and that's when he killed him with one blow.
But--
Fan Yuan forced Fang Han back with a knife, took the opportunity to slide back several feet, and took two sharp breaths.
Those deep-set eyes glanced at the wounds all over Fang Han, and then looked down at the sword mark on his left rib that was still bleeding.
There was finally an uncontrollable vibration in the depths of his pupils.
No.
Something is wrong.
Those wounds on Fang Han's body were really too minor.
On the other hand, the dozens of sword wounds on his body were actually more serious than those on Fang Han.
The sword strike on his left rib had already affected his sword-drawing speed.
The sword strike on his right shoulder made his Blade Intent no longer as smooth and smooth as it was at first.
The sword wound on his thigh made his footwork even more unnoticeable.
The stab wounds he left on Fang Han's body did not seem to have the same impact on Fang Han.
Fang Han's Sword Intent is still fierce, and the sword speed is still amazing.
Those wounds seemed to be just some insignificant skin trauma, and it seemed that they could not shake the foundation of Fang Han's combat power at all.
"This son's body..."
Fan Yuan A thought suddenly appeared in his mind that made his hands and feet feel cold.
Fang Han's physical strength is probably no less powerful than that of his old master - or even more powerful.
How is this possible?
He has been in the realm of a master for decades. Although he has not specialized in the Horizontal Training technique, his physical body has long been stronger than Spirit Iron under the day and night tempering of the master-level Internal Qi.
An ordinary First Grade warrior would hit him with all his strength and might not even be able to break his flesh.
But it happened that Fang Han, a young man who had not yet entered the realm of a grandmaster, was not only able to compete with him in a head-on confrontation, but even had the upper hand in the battle of injuries.
"Dang, Dang--"
Fan Yuan blocked Fang Han's two swords again, and took half a step back involuntarily.
In those eyes that had been burning with crazy murderous intent, the blazing flame began to subside quietly, replaced by a trace of cold sobriety.
It's like being poured on the head by a basin of cold water.
If the fight continues like this, the first person to die may not be Fang Han, but Fan Yuan.
This thought was like an ice thorn, piercing into the bottom of his heart.
The purpose of his trip was to eradicate Fang Han before Fang Han fully grew up, so as to eliminate a huge trouble for the Thunderlight Pavilion in the future.
If Fang Han could be killed here, he would not hesitate to pay a little more.
But the current situation is--
Not only could he not kill Fang Han, he might even be killed by Fang Han instead.
If he dies here, Thunderlight Pavilion will lose a grandmaster, and the consequences will be disastrous.
These thoughts came slowly, but they just flashed by in Fan Yuan's mind.
After all, he is a veteran master who has experienced hundreds of years of ups and downs. He is decisive in killing and never sloppy.
Once the crazy murderous intention in the heart subsides, the intention to retreat will be as unstoppable as the flood that bursts the embankment.
'Retreat!'
Fan Yuan gritted his teeth suddenly, a complicated look of unwillingness and determination flashed through his deep-set eyes.
With luck on his arm, the dark purple light on Thunderclap Saber suddenly surged, and the air around the blade was distorted by the raging thunder and lightning.
"Go away--!"
With a hoarse roar, Thunderclap Saber swept out.
With this knife, Fan Yuan used an explosive technique, exchanging the weakness after the blow for a short burst of power.
The majestic grandmaster-level Internal Qi crazily poured into the blade like a flood, Thunderclap Saber made an overwhelming buzzing, and the dark purple Saber Aura condensed on the blade into a thunder and lightning that was more than a hundred feet long.
Wherever Saber Aura passes, the air is electrolyzed into a plasma state, emitting a dazzling purple flash.
The ground suddenly collapsed under the pressure of Saber Aura, and a crack opened that was more than several feet wide. The soil at the edge of the crack was burned red by the high temperature and made a sizzling sound.
Fang Han's pupils shrank, Silver-Gray Longsword blocked with a horizontal sword.
"Dang--!!!"
The moment the swords collided, a terrifying force far exceeding any previous fight came from the swords.
Fang Han was shaken by this huge force and slid back dozens of feet, and his feet plowed two deep ravines on the ground.
And when he stabilized his body and looked up -
Fan Yuan's figure is already a hundred feet away.
The gray robe hunts and runs like lightning.
After a few ups and downs, the figure was already a hundred feet away.
The other party escaped.
"Do you want to chase?"
Fang Han stood there, looking at the direction Fan Yuan was escaping, frowning slightly.
His sperm Divine Strength probed towards Storage Ring.
Among Storage Ring, there is Windshock Sword.
This Low-grade Spirit Weapon level Windshock Sword is enough to double his combat power.
With his current strength, if he has the blessing of twice the combat power, can he catch up and kill the opponent?
"The other party is a veteran grandmaster, even if Windshock Sword is added..."
Fang Han stopped taking out Windshock Sword from Storage Ring, and took it back to explore Storage Ring's sperm Divine Strength.
The opponent is a veteran master, and it is impossible that he does not have one or two life-saving means at the bottom of the box.
Even if he takes out Windshock Sword and triples his combat power, it is very likely that he will not be able to completely keep the opponent.
More importantly, if he takes out Windshock Sword to pursue, if he cannot finally kill Fan Yuan, two things will be exposed -
Storage Ring.
Spirit Weapon Windshock Sword.
Either of these two things is enough to cause endless trouble.
The Spirit Weapon level Windshock Sword is a treasure that can make a grandmaster jealous.
As for space treasures like Storage Ring, I'm afraid even if you look at Central Thirty-Six Prefectures, you won't be able to find a few.
Once the news gets out, even people above the Grand Master will be tempted.
It's not worth taking the risk for an enemy that you may not be able to kill.
"Keng--"
Fang Han withdrew his gaze and put Silver-Gray Longsword back into the scabbard.
The cold wind swept across the wasteland, picking up broken stone chips and dust.
He stood on the devastated land, surrounded by cracks and dense pits spreading like a spider web.
Within a few miles, not a single inch of intact land could be found.
Take out the jade bottle containing the healing medicine from Storage Ring, pour out a healing medicine Danyao and put it into your mouth.
He took out clean strips of cloth and simply bandaged the deepest wounds on his body.
"Whoosh!"
Then he turned around, and a corner of his green robe was rolled up by the cold wind, making a sound behind him.
Taking one step forward, his body swept towards the direction of Fang Yingxue.
The cold wind swept through the wasteland, bringing the dull roar in the distance.
Fang Yingxue The fingers holding the corners of his clothes turned white from exertion, and the worry in those bright eyes was so thick that they could not be dispelled.
The coachmen, Old Sun and Old Li, were sitting on the shaft of the carriage, their hands holding the reins trembling slightly.
Although they were just warriors who had not yet entered the country, they could tell that the movement was anything but ordinary.
The ground trembles from time to time, as if a giant beast is trampling the earth in the distance, and every time it shakes, it makes people panic.
If they hadn't tried to comfort him, Green-Hoof Deer might have fled in panic.
Suddenly, the roar stopped.
Fang Yingxue's heart lifted even higher.
"The battle is over? Who won?"
Her eyes were fixed on the direction Fang Han was leaving, and she subconsciously held her breath.
After a moment, a green figure emerged from the end of the wasteland covered with withered grass.
The steps were steady and unhurried, but Fang Yingxue's pupils shrank suddenly--
The green robe was mostly soaked in blood, and seven or eight ferocious knife marks tore the fabric in a criss-cross pattern.
Even through the cloth bandage, there was still dark red blood slowly seeping out.
"Fang Han brother!"
Fang Yingxue exclaimed and almost ran out.
She ran to Fang Han, wanting to stretch out her hands to help, but she was afraid of touching those shocking wounds, so her hands froze in mid-air, and her eyes were so anxious that her eyes were red.
Old Sun and Old Li also jumped down from the carriage shaft and stood aside helplessly, with trembling lips. It took them a long time to squeeze out a sentence:
"Fang True Disciple, what... what's going on?"
Fang Han waved his hand:
"It's okay, it's just a flesh wound."
His tone was as calm as water, and no emotion could be heard, as if the knife marks all over his body were just a few cuts made by thorns.
Fang Yingxue was horrified.
She knows what kind of strength Fang Han is now.
On the Nether Pavilion Grandmaster Banquet, he crushed the new grandmaster Ling Wuyuan as a non-grandmaster. When the news came back to the sect, the whole Azure Profound Sect exploded.
Anyone who can hurt Fang Han must at least be a master.
"Brother Fang Han, who is the enemy?"
Fang Yingxue lowered his voice, with a bit of uncontrollable panic in his tone.
"An old master with unknown origins."
Fang Han shook his head and said nothing more.
It's not that he deliberately concealed it, but that this level of confrontation is far beyond the reach of Fang Yingxue and Ninth Grade Martial Artist.
It would do her no good to know too much.
Seeing Fang Han didn't want to say more, Fang Yingxue knew enough not to ask any more questions.
She quickly got back into the carriage, took out a jade bottle and a stack of clean cloth from her luggage, and ran back quickly.
"Brother Fang Han, let me apply the medicine for you."
She opened the jade bottle, and the pungent medicinal smell dispersed. It was the high-grade Golden Wound Medicine produced by the Pill Hall, which was given to her by Fang Han.
Fang Yingxue dipped his fingertips into the ointment and carefully applied it on the scar on Fang Han's left arm that was still bleeding.
The moment her fingers touched the wound, she clearly felt Fang Han's muscles tense slightly. She couldn't help but shake her hand and move a little lighter.
Fang Han didn't say a word, but looked down at Fang Yingxue's trembling fingertips, feeling a little warm in his heart.
In just one cup of tea, Golden Wound Medicine was applied to all the dozens of large and small wounds on Fang Han's body, and then bandaged properly with clean cloth strips.
"Keep going."
Fang Han ordered Old Sun and Old Li, and took the lead in boarding the carriage.
Old Sun and Old Li nodded repeatedly, climbed back on the carriage, and shook the reins.
Green-Hoof Deer let out a low neigh and pulled the carriage slowly up the official road.
The carriage shook slightly, and the wasteland outside the window was gradually left behind.
Fang Yingxue sat opposite Fang Han, and from time to time he secretly raised his eyes to look at Fang Han's face. The worry in those bright eyes had not dissipated.