Not only were there dozens of magic weapons attacking at the same time, but a ray of light shot out from the yellow halo turned into by the artifact and hit the same position. This was a must-have situation. If Han Xiong was very close to Da Jun at that time, he would not be able to survive.

After this attack, the masters in the caravan also launched a desperate counterattack. Although they were a little relaxed in spirit, they still habitually maintained their vigilance, and their weapons and magic weapons were brought by their side. Everyone rushed around, and the light of the magic weapons flew up and hit the place where they attacked just now.

The halo magic array blocked a lot of attacks, and the masters immediately fought fiercely with the enemy in the encirclement. After seeing the situation clearly, everyone felt desperate. There were more than fifty caravans, including more than 30 escorts with weapons, and the remaining dozen were real merchants. There were more than 70 people on the other side, and another master used the artifact to set up a magic array to siege them.

Hanxiong saw Dajun die with his own eyes, and he was about to break his eyes. He pulled out his sword and roared and killed him. When he was fierce and desperate, he often didn't feel the pain, forgot to be afraid, and even lost his mind. However, the escort team was obviously well-trained, and the three monks were also the three with the highest cultivation level in the caravan. They lined up in front of Hanxiong and both sides, leading him to break through.

It is impossible to defeat, but try to escape from danger and tell the outside world what is happening here, so that the entire army cannot be wiped out.

The three masters who protected Han Xiong were all above Han Xiong. They fought to the death but failed to rush out. They were bombarded by the opponent and died on the spot. Their magic weapon also killed two masters. When they broke through, the artifact aura transformed into a long whip and thrust towards them. Although Han Xiong fell to the ground and was injured, he discovered the position of the master who controlled the artifact at this moment.

Without any hesitation, Hanxiong sacrificed the life-saving sword talisman given to him by the third elder of the master, and did not unfold the sword formation. Instead, he turned a nine sword into a dazzling long sword, concentrating all his strength and only locked the one person and slashed it away.

Hanxiong heard a muffled groan, and the yellow halo surrounding the camp disappeared instantly. It turned into a light curtain in front of the man, and was then shattered by the sword light. Hanxiong broke the formation with his blow and injured the other party unexpectedly. But the man actually took the sword down.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Hanxiong rushed out like crazy, waved his sword in his hand and killed the enemy, and sacrificed two sword talismans one after another. They were made by the tiger widow, and their power was of course incomparable to the gift of the third elder, but it was also powerful enough to deal with ordinary masters. The two sword talismans exploded and killed several people in a row, finally allowing Hanxiong to break out of the encirclement.

But Hanxiong's detonation of the sword talisman was too close, and he was even injured. He suffered several heavy blows when he broke through. He couldn't tell who was doing it, and there was no time to tell. Then the huge yellow halo appeared again, trapping everyone else in the formation, and seven or eight people followed him after Hanxiong.

In this swamped forest, if he was seriously injured, he couldn't run far, and his opponent didn't think he could run away. But Hanxiong burst out with amazing will, galloping like a strong wind in the dark mountains and fields, and even broke several big trees. If he had changed to an ordinary fourth-level monk, he would have been caught up or fell down by himself, but Hanxiong's physique was indeed amazing. His cultivation on Wufuqiu was beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The third elder taught him how to carry water. He carried two huge copper jars and climbed a steep mountain road a hundred feet high. Finally, he had to fill the pond that could irrigate the entire melon orchard in one day. And Hanxiong did it. When he put down the copper jar, his muscles and bones were so strong and his running speed was amazing!

The master holding the artifact did not chase Han Xiong himself, perhaps because he still had to take charge of the overall situation, and slaughtered the rest of the others, perhaps because he was afraid of the sword talisman that Han Xiong had just sacrificed, or perhaps because Han Xiong was seriously injured, so he couldn't escape anyway.

Among the people chasing Han Xiong, the fastest one was a master of the fifth realm. After climbing over a mountain, he caught up with Han Xiong. His magic weapon roared, and Han Xiong was knocked to the ground with a sword strike. He lay on the ground and seemed to be unable to move. The man came close to him and was about to end Han Xiong's life. Han Xiong, who seemed to be seriously injured and waiting to die, suddenly sacrificed another sword talisman - the last sword talisman given to him by Huwa.

The sword talisman exploded and severely injured the man. But Hanxiong had no time to see the results of the battle, and he blew away his mouth and rushed away. He temporarily shook away the pursuer behind him. He fled like a wounded beast in the dark forest. His speed was at its peak, but he gradually felt a wave of weakness and powerlessness. His injuries could no longer be suppressed, and his life seemed to be passing away, and his body felt cold.

The coldness at night made Han Xiong, who had just killed red-eyed, gradually calmed down. Da Jun was dead, and except for him, no one in the caravan could break through, so he had to survive. Only by saving this life can he tell everything he saw, and finally find out the murderer and take revenge.

Hanxiong also realized that although he had temporarily thrown away the pursuer, he was seriously injured and couldn't run far. Moreover, he was covered in blood. It was easy for a master to chase him along the breath and he had to hide his tracks as soon as possible. So Hanxiong jumped into a torrent along the waterfall on a high cliff.

He closed his breath and was washed away by the water flow, and finally appeared in a swamp filled with miasma over the sky. The miasma blocked the high altitude and prevented people from entering easily. His body was buried in the silt mud with an unpleasant smell, and his head was exposed under the grass blades spreading on the shore, with only half of his face exposed, and he looked at the sky with his eyes open.

It’s not that Han Xiong didn’t want to escape further, but he couldn’t move his injuries at this moment. He was just betting on two things. Since the other party launched such a killing attack, and the visitors were covered in faces, he obviously did not want to reveal his identity. After these people succeeded, they would definitely not stay nearby for too long. Even if they wanted to chase him, it would not take too long.

Hanxiong bet that those people could not find him, or that they did not have enough time to find him; at the same time, they bet that someone would come to save him when he heard the news and could find him.

Hanxiong had a right bet. He seemed to hear someone searching in the distance, and he saw someone hovering in the sky, but he did not find him in the swamp. By the afternoon of the next day, there was no movement nearby, and then Hanxiong began a long wait. Hanxiong could not move, and even if there were healing herbs not far from the swamp, he could not crawl over and take it.

There were many leeches in the swamp, staring at him and sucking blood, and the wounds began to purify. The miasma floating above the swamp was poisonous. Although there was very little miasma close to the ground, Hanxiong accidentally sucked in a few times and felt confused. He tried his best to stay awake, and his eyes passed through the grass and looked at the sky above, and he even forgot how long he had been waiting.

Finally, he saw a ray of light flying through the sky, then turned back, hovering for a long time and flying lower and lower, finally landing beside him, turning into the figure of his father, Mr. Changling. Hanxiong's mind relaxed and finally fainted.

Hanxiong waited for four and a half days in total, less than five days, which was probably the longest four and a half days he had ever lived in his life. When he woke up, he found himself lying in a tent with soft and dry animal skins under him, and his wounds were bandaged and applied with various spiritual medicines. His father sat beside him.

This place is not too far from the swamp where he was hiding. It is just near the Gaoya Waterfall where he jumped off. In fact, only one night has passed. Mr. Changling of course could not take Hanxiong to rush the way. First of all, Bi Xun wanted to stabilize his injuries, so he found a place nearby to rescue him urgently. After Hanxiong woke up, he struggled to tell Mr. Changling what he had encountered.

After hearing this, Mr. Changling looked extremely solemn and said softly: "I already know that for my father, you should rest well first. It is important to recover from the injury. No matter what, I will wait until later." Then casting a spell to make Hanxiong fall asleep again, until Huwa did not wake up when he saw him.

After confirming that Han Xiong's life was fine, Mr. Changling took his son away from the mountain and returned to the main road. He happened to appear at the location where the caravan was attacked. He met Chen Nan, the lord of Shanchuan City who was coming to investigate. Chen Nan knew Mr. Changling, and quickly stepped forward to salute and asked why he appeared here?

Mr. Changling immediately showed the military talisman and mobilized a military formation from Shanchuan City to escort Hanxiong back to the capital. After listening to Hanxiong's introduction, Mr. Changling also knew that the origin of the murderer was extraordinary, and he might not be able to find out from Shanchuan City. He wanted to send his son back safely first and report the news to the monarch.

Just as Mr. Changling was transferring the military formation and the carriages were about to set off, another accident happened. Accompanied by Mr. Yuandeng, the leader of Liangfengding, Gongzi Huiliang led several disciples of Liangfengding and his personal guards, and suddenly appeared in the southern border of Shanchuan City, and took down the Lord Chennan City who had not returned to the city on the spot.

Mr. Changling was at the scene, and there was a military formation around him. Of course, Huiliang could not be allowed to do anything indiscriminately, and he had to ask the reason for the situation. Gongzi Huiliang claimed that he received news while traveling that Gongzi Zhonglan colluded with monks from abroad and wanted to attack the caravan where Shaowu returned to China, with the main purpose of assassinating Shaowu.

He led the crowd to come urgently and asked his master Mr. Yuandeng for help. Unfortunately, he was still one step late and could not stop the tragedy. However, he was finally lucky to take down his son Zhonglan in time and prepare to take him to the capital for the king to deal with it. When Mr. Yuandeng took down Zhonglan, the Lord of Chennan happened to send someone to report to Zhonglan and inform him that he had succeeded. It can be seen that Zhonglan was Chennan's accomplice.

Huiliang has sent someone to report to the monarch. The situation is urgent, so he rushed to take Chen Nan down immediately. This person is also taken to the capital with Zhonglan.

Mr. Changling held the military talisman in his hand and asked calmly: "Is Gongzi Zhonglan still alive?"
Chapter completed!