Hu Hanxie was extremely angry.
He also saw that something was wrong.
The Golden Shirt Association had lost many assassins, but until now, they still couldn't advance.
This was completely different from what he had expected.
"Association Leader …"
The elder under him also began to hesitate. "We've dragged on for too long."
The Golden Shirt Association sent out all their elites, almost killing one person with a thousand people, but in front of that python-like sword technique, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't advance.
He clearly felt that the other party was about to collapse from exhaustion, but somehow, he could continue to hold on.
If this continued, they would become a joke.
Hu Hanxie's expression became gloomier, but he couldn't do anything.
— — He had also made a move, but he couldn't change the situation.
They weren't the only ones besieging the Xuan family kid.
He looked around. The mountains were majestic, and the echoes were as if they were all laughing at him.
"They … should all be here."
If this continued, it would be a farce.
"Retreat."
The Golden Shirt Association Leader made a prompt decision.
They had lost too many people, and the other party still had the Third Young Master Shen who hadn't made a move yet. Before they figured out the origin of this nameless swordsman, it wasn't suitable to continue fighting.
The Golden Shirt Association assassins weren't afraid of death, but they were still frightened by this strange sword technique. Before, when the Association Leader didn't say anything, of course, no one dared to retreat. Now that the Association Leader gave the order, they retreated like a tide. If it wasn't for the blood and corpses on the ground, it was as if nothing had happened.
Cough, cough, cough — —
Yuan Shan suddenly relaxed. He leaned on the ground with his sword, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose. He coughed until the sky darkened.
Corpses were everywhere around him.
In this battle, the "Sick Sword Saint" Yuan Shan became famous.
The Golden Shirt Association sent out a thousand experts, but they couldn't get past Yuan Shan's sword. One hundred and nine people died, and countless were injured.
The world was shocked!
They originally thought that the only obstacle to hunting down the Xuan family's orphan was Shen Zhenyi, who was known as the Great Swordsman. They didn't expect that before he made a move, the Golden Shirt Association would kick an iron plate.
"Sick Sword Saint Yuan Shan? Who is this person? How does he know the Hidden Dragon of the Nine Great Secret Swords? "
"Is he related to the girl in red who assassinated King Yuan?"
"Regardless, this person stopped the Golden Shirt Association with one sword, and his name has spread throughout the world.
"Unfortunately, no matter how powerful he is, he will still die in the end."
Protecting the bloodline of the Xuan Family was a path of certain death.
Whether it was the legendary Great Swordsman or the newly risen Sick Sword Immortal. The Golden Shirt Association's failure did not mean that they would give up. When they made a comeback, they would definitely be even more terrifying and destructive.
Moreover, the Golden Shirts Association was not the only one that wanted to deal with them.
"It's getting dark."
Yuan Shan was bathed in blood, but he still had a smile on his face.
He walked over to the petrified Xuan Yan and patted him on the shoulder. "Let's walk for a while and then find a place to rest."
Every wound was hurting.
The consumption after transforming into a flood dragon made him want to faint.
But it wasn't over yet.
Old Master Xuan had entrusted him with the task of escorting Xuan Yan back to his hometown.
The path they were on now was still a long way off.
"You … are you alright …"
Miss Yuan was stunned and asked worriedly.
"I'm fine!"
Yuan Shan pretended to be at ease. "The injuries I've suffered were a hundred times more serious than this."
He picked up Xuan Yan with one hand and ran forward while grinning. "I thought the Golden Shirt Association's assassins were all three-headed and six-armed. I didn't expect them to be just good-for-nothings!"
Seeing Yuan Shan pass by, Cynanchum Chinense was quite impressed. "This person isn't bragging."
To be able to fight to the death without retreating, not to mention the swordsmanship, this loyalty and righteousness was admirable.
"There's still more to see."
Shen Zhenyi smiled faintly, patted the armrest of the crystal throne, and said casually, "Let's go."
Since he had promised Miss Yuan, even if this was Yuan Shan's stage, he had to calmly follow.
After all, for the three disciples, this was also a cultivation journey.
This battle was intense. Although it did not take long, it was close to dusk. By the time they had completely walked out of the area shrouded in blood and killing intent, the sky had already turned dark.
The eye of the moon hung in the middle of the sky, and the old turtles in the forest were screaming. The thin fog was blurred, and the shadows of the trees were gloomy and terrifying.
Xuan Yan was a child after all. Now he leaned on Yuan Shan's shoulder and frowned slightly as he fell asleep.
Yuan Shan was afraid of waking him up, so he deliberately slowed down his pace.
"Let's find a place to stay."
This seemed to be the wilderness, but after all, it was within the range of Xuantian City. The powerful beast tide was blocked outside. They did not have to worry about the attacks of the beasts at night. But in any case, they had to rest.
"There's a ruined temple five miles ahead."
Shen Zhenyi closed his eyes as if he had walked through it once. He was very familiar with the path.
For a master of the True God Realm, five miles could be covered in an instant.
Yuan Shan was in high spirits. His body swayed, and he sprinted a few steps. He opened his eyes and looked carefully. Sure enough, he saw that in the shadows of the mountains, there was an ancient temple with pale walls.
The cornice was tilted, and the plaque was crooked.
It seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.
"Just nice …"
Yuan Shan let out a long breath. It was not convenient to provoke innocent people. This kind of abandoned ancient temple was the most suitable place for them to settle down.
He sensed that there was no one in the temple. He carried Xuan Yan and went straight in from the main door.
"Iron Threshold Temple."
Miss Yuan noticed the broken plaque. This name was very unfamiliar, and she had never heard anyone mention it. But for some reason, there was a surging pressure that made her tremble all over.
She did not dare to look anymore, but she was worried about Xuan Yan. She hurriedly followed Yuan Shan into the temple.
She saw Yuan Shan find a pile of hay and put the sleeping Xuan Yan on the hay pile. Then, he groaned and sat down against the dusty incense table in front of the statue. He took out medicine from his arms and applied it. The wounds on his body were terrifying.
Shen Zhenyi looked at the plaque of the ruined temple and was slightly stunned for a while. He gently flicked his sleeve, wiped away the dust, and straightened it.
There had been no one here for 800 years. Naturally, there would not be any incense.
The moon was as cold as water.
"They really stopped here."
Not far away, a few groups of people were staring at this ruined temple.
"It seems that they are not stupid."
Some people sneered, while others were solemn.
"That Sick Sword Saint Yuan Shan is already an arrow at the end of its flight. If he continues to run, we won't have to do anything. He will lose his life. If he still wants to fight, he should rest on the spot and wait for the exhausted. "
"But does he think that his only enemy is the Golden Shirt Association?"
"Today, in this ruined temple, no one will be able to survive, and no one will be able to escape!"
The pursuers in several places were all giving orders to kill without mercy.
The leader of the Golden Shirt Association, Hu Hanxie, was in the northwest. He led the remaining members of the association and stared at a person wearing a golden dragon mask with an angry expression.
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