The tip of the sword viciously pierced Shaun's left shoulder, only to be withdrawn in a flash, bringing with it a splash of blood. But the flower was not so bright; Shaun's old body seemed to have less blood than a young man.

With a muffled sound, He Daoren held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, retreating lightly!

Shaun sat on the ground, his withered right hand holding a branch as thick as a forearm. Earlier, when He Daoren stabbed with his sword, no one knew what method the old man had used, but he had given up the vulnerability of his left shoulder, and from an impossible angle, he had slammed the branch in his hand into He Daoren's shin.

The front end of the branch in his hand had been smashed into pieces, jagged and uneven, and one could imagine the force of the blow.

He Daoren felt a sharp pain in his left leg. His face, already pale, was now even whiter. His right hand still held the sword hilt steadily, but his left leg, which had taken the brunt of the tree branch, began to tremble.

He had thought that with his formidable ninth-rank strength, killing an old man riddled with years of old injuries and weakness would be an easy task. Although he knew the opponent was Shaun, that terrifying Shaun of yesteryear, and had made thorough preparations for this reason, he still hadn't expected the old man's attack to be so elusive and unfathomable!

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Shaun coughed twice and said, "My leg was broken by that kid named Fan, so I have to break your leg first, even if it doesn't break completely..."

Before he could finish speaking, He Daoren attacked again with his sword, his sword like a swimming dragon, circling around Shaun who was trapped on the ground. At this point, he had long abandoned any underestimation of his opponent and was dealing with him cautiously, with the mindset of facing a grandmaster-level expert.

He Daoren's swordsmanship was completely different from the common schools in the world. It was said that it was inherited from a certain Hu person in the north of the mountains, as fierce as a swimming dragon, but with occasional traces of detachment, which coincided with the natural principles of the Ku He lineage. It was said that after mastering his sword, he had also consulted Ku He and benefited greatly.

And Shaun at this time only had a wooden stick in his hand, and he was unable to move freely, trapped in a desperate situation.

Even so, the branch in Shaun's hand was like a serpent's tongue, stretching and spitting around his body, occasionally stabbing out horizontally, revealing its sharpness in unpredictable places, forcing He Daoren to retreat. However, as He Daoren's true energy gradually rose and the sword's edge enveloped his body, a buzzing sound began to fill the air. Shaun's wooden stick was ultimately no match for it.

With dozens of soft sounds of tearing, the sword and stick clashed, and the branch in Shaun's hand immediately turned into countless wood chips floating in the air.

Shaun reached out beside him, casually picked up a branch, and stabbed diagonally from the right, breaking He Daoren's soul-reaping sword.

He came from the mountains, bringing a bundle of firewood, but these wet branches would eventually run out.

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He did not know how long had passed. At the end of the mountain road, the summer heat was gradually rising, and the sun was beginning to spread its scorching rays. Shaun's tattered single layer of clothing was full of narrow cuts, east and west, and the blood inside was seeping out. There were several deeper wounds on his chest and abdomen, and one could even see the flesh torn by the sword's edge. However, the old man had already lost too much blood, so these wounds were somewhat pale.

Around his body, a dense layer of wings and limbs of mosquitoes and flies were scattered. These ignorant insects came, drawn by the smell of blood, but were instantly drawn into the sword energy and true power, and ground into powder.

Five steps in front of Shaun, He Daoren stood holding his sword. A trace of redness appeared on his pale face, and the right hand holding the sword hilt finally showed a trace of trembling. His days were not easy either. The black plain shirt on his body had long been chopped into a mess by the wet branches around Shaun, and there were wounds everywhere on his body. Even more terrifying were the sharp wooden splinters of those fresh branches around the wounds.

"Come out, the kid named Fan won't come."

He Daoren swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not expecting the old man's desire to survive to be so strong. But seeing Shaun on the verge of death, and the expected Nan Qi person still not making a move, he finally couldn't help but summon his companion.

Shaun's eyelids fluttered weakly, and he glanced at the enemy who had been hiding beside him, and said, "Ku He keeps sending these juniors, which is a bit disrespectful to me."

The man walked closer silently, holding a scimitar in each hand. What was particularly terrifying on the blade was that many fine steel thorns were cast on it, looking like the wounds on He Daoren's body.

He silently bowed to Shaun and said, "Martial Sister Haitang escorted Mr. Shaun back to the capital all the way. Because His Majesty strictly ordered it, she couldn't take action. Today, Mr. Shaun broke out of prison, and this junior is forced to take action. I hope Mr. Shaun will forgive me."

Shaun sneered, "Ku He's disciples and grandchildren have indeed learned his set of deceptive tricks. On the surface, they are great in benevolence and righteousness, but in the dark, they are great in treachery and evil. They are just looking for an excuse to kill me, why say it so innocently?"

This person was Ku He's chief disciple, the Emperor's martial arts teacher, Lang Tao. Seeing Shaun's words involve his master, he did not say much. His wrists turned, and the two scimitars in his hands turned into two balls of black light, enveloping the top of Shaun's head!

Shaun suddenly roared wildly!

Nearly fifty years of pure internal strength finally erupted at this moment. He pushed his palms flat, attacking into Lang Tao's knife wind from an impossible position. His palm wind was fierce. If he were to slap his palms, Lang Tao's wrists would probably be crushed immediately.

Lang Tao was silent, but turned his wrists, and the two sharp scimitars turned back in an extremely strange way, and the backs of the knives hit Shaun's hands!

Two soft sounds rang out at the same time, and the backs of Shaun's hands were immediately scraped off a layer of flesh and blood by the steel thorns on the two scimitars, but at the same time, Shaun's palms also reached in.

Even at this time, Lang Tao was still expressionless. He loosened the hilt of the knife and pushed his palms flat. After a soft sound, a pair of palms, whose ages differed by as much as half a Jiazi, hit each other fiercely. This was not a contest of fancy tricks, but a pure contest of strength.

Lang Tao, as Ku He's chief disciple, was at the peak of his spirit and momentum, while Shaun had been imprisoned for many years and had suffered all kinds of hardships in the world, and was no longer as brave as he used to be. In comparison, Lang Tao was still one point better.

With a whoosh, Lang Tao withdrew his palm from Shaun, flicked his wrist, and the sword light became stronger again, slashing towards Shaun's shoulders. It turned out that there was a thin chain tied to his wrist on the two scimitars in his hands!

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Two rays of sword light splashed towards Shaun, reflecting the high red sun, looking terrifying.

The dying Shaun did not know where he suddenly got the strength from. His eyes turned over, his middle finger bent slightly, and he poked upwards, supporting the lower edge of Lang Tao's hands, which contained infinite power!

At this moment, countless strong winds rang out, and a figure rushed into the sky like a gray dragon from the diagonally forward grass, directly killing the two sides fighting!

He Daoren had been standing with his sword, waiting for this moment, waiting for Fan Xian to come out at this moment!

He held the sword in both hands, and the earth-shattering sword that had been accumulated for a long time was cut down vertically from head to toe, without any extra fancy tricks!

A hissing sound was made, as if the air had been cut open by this sword, let alone the person rushing over at high speed.

But He Daoren did not know that the person he wanted to cut was one of the most skilled people in the world at dodging. He saw the figure twist extremely strangely in the air, and without any leverage, like a shadow shaking, he actually avoided it!

As the old saying goes, with Wu Zhu fighting so much, Fan Xian would not be easily beaten by others.

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With a sword cutting empty, He Daoren felt a burst of stuffiness in his chest, and the countless sounds of breaking through the air also came to his face. He forcibly retracted his sword and slashed three swords horizontally, knocking down most of the hidden weapons, and only after the hidden weapons fell to the ground did he realize that they were some broken stones.

He forcibly retracted his sword, his blood vessels vibrated greatly, and a mouthful of blood could not help but surge to his throat. He forcibly swallowed it, and when his figure was slightly stagnant, three black rays shot down rapidly from the top of his head!

At this time, the distance between the two was too close, He Daoren turned his wrist, and the tip of the sword hit the three black rays extremely accurately, but the last sword was not strong enough, the true energy was slightly stagnant, although the crossbow arrow was stressed, the direction did not change much, and it obliquely grazed his thigh and plunged into the grass!

How dangerous! Only then did He Daoren realize that Fan Xian was so difficult to deal with, and turned his head back with a look of shock.

Fan Xian forcibly reversed his figure in the air, avoiding He Daoren's long-accumulated sword, and the price he paid was also extremely high. Even though his meridians were much wider than those of ordinary martial arts practitioners, he still could not stop the blood from rushing backwards, and the true energy was colliding in his meridians like tearing.

He did not have the dignity of a warrior. While he was still in the air, he was heading towards the master holding the double knives, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, looking extremely embarrassed and miserable, but he instantly unblocked the meridians.

At this time, Lang Tao's terrifying double knives had deeply slashed into Shaun's shoulders!

Fan Xian screamed strangely. While he was in the air, he had already drawn half of a long knife from behind and slashed towards the back of Lang Tao's head.

Lang Tao seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. With a whoosh, he drew his knife back, and the tip of the scimitar just touched the upper half of the handle of Fan Xian's knife, which was exactly where the blade was the most fragile.

With a clang, the half of the long knife in Fan Xian's hand broke again, but the remaining pitiful blade still slashed down barbarously, clanging, clanging, clanging, sweeping away all the steel thorns on the scimitar in Lang Tao's hand.

In this instant, Fan Xian abandoned the knife, channeled his energy, and punched.

Two of his best black fists turned into two swimming dragons and struck towards Lang Tao's temples, completely ignoring the tip of the other's knife pointing at his lower abdomen. He knew that when dealing with this level of master, he must strike steadily, accurately, and ruthlessly, leaving no way out for himself or for the other party.

Lang Tao turned his head suddenly, his eyes filled with cold light. His palms turned and blocked Fan Xian's double fists. The violent true energy passed down from the nameless Gong Jue and the Tianyi true energy passed down from Ku He finally faced each other head-on at this moment.