The middle-aged man stood quietly in front of the already cold corpse, and there was no trace of joy or sorrow on his face.

"Your Excellency!" a man who came with the middle-aged man called out cautiously.

"Who is the other party?" the middle-aged man's voice was frighteningly calm.

"Lord Hui, according to the report of the patrolling soldiers, these two people just entered the city today, and their specific identities are not yet known. The man replied cautiously.

"No matter who it is, if you dare to kill my son Han Jiantao, you must die!" The middle-aged man's face finally changed slightly, and his still handsome face looked extremely hideous.

"Yes, my lord, I will immediately arrange for people to avenge the two young masters. For fear of angering Han Jiantao, the man hurriedly replied.

"Let the sword shoot without a trace!"

"Sword Without a Trace!" The man was obviously stunned for a moment, according to reliable information, the strength of the person who killed the two young masters was only at the level of a fourth-level fighter, was it necessary to let Sword Without a Trace, the first-class killer of the Delins Empire, take action?

Han Jiantao looked at his subordinates who wanted to speak and stopped, and snorted coldly: "Do you have an opinion?"

"Yes, my subordinates will arrange it!" The man was startled, how dare he say anything, and ran away in three steps and two steps.

Watching the subordinate leave, Han Jiantao withdrew his gaze and looked at the forty or fifty people who had come with him.

Forty or fifty people did not speak, but stood silently, and about twenty of them bowed their heads in unison.

These twenty or so people were the guards of the Cold Mansion who had besieged Ling Aotian before.

Han Jiantao slowly came to the more than twenty people.

"My lord, my subordinates should be damned!" Under the powerful pressure of Han Jiantao, more than two dozen people knelt down with a thud.

Without saying a word, Han Jiantao still slowly approached the two dozen people.

The eyes of the rest of the Han Mansion guards all fell on Han Jiantao.

The calm Han Jiantao is very terrifying, this is the thought in the hearts of these guards who followed Han Jiantao.

"You guys, damn it!" Han Jiantao spoke, his voice as cold as if he came from a 10,000-year-old ice cave.

"My lord, spare your life!"

Feeling the killing intent emanating from Han Jiantao's body, those guards panicked, originally thinking that they would definitely be punished for their dereliction of duty this time, but they seemed to be wrong, and Han Jiantao didn't seem to plan to keep them anymore.

"You are the dead guards of the Han Mansion!" the killing intent in Han Jiantao's voice became stronger and stronger, "Your master is dead, do you still need to live?"

"My lord, spare your life!"

More than two dozen people were completely panicked and kept pleading.

Han Jiantao didn't give the twenty or so people a chance to beg for mercy, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a sword appeared in his hand.

Next, his body flashed several times, and more than twenty Hanfu guards all fell to the ground.

Blood, staining the whole earth red.

The more than twenty guards of the Cold Mansion never expected that in the end, they still could not escape death.

The breeze blew, and the blood emitted from the corpses of more than 20 Hanfu guards dispersed with the wind, permeating the small border city.

After eliminating more than 20 derelict guards of the Han Mansion, Han Jiantao didn't even look at the corpses, turned his horse's head, and galloped towards the city.

The remaining thirty or so Hanfu guards looked at the more than 20 corpses, and a trace of unbearability flashed in their eyes, but none of them dared to step forward to collect the bodies of the more than 20 people.

Han Jiantao had already left, and the remaining thirty or so people didn't dare to stay longer, just looked at the twenty or so corpses, and left.

In front of the city, more than two dozen corpses lay quietly on the ground, telling everything just now.

After Ling Aotian left the border city with Lu Hao, he didn't dare to stop at all, and kept galloping forward until he ran nearly five thousand kilometers before stopping.

"Brother Tian, those people won't catch up, will they?" asked Midori with some concern.

It is absolutely impossible for this matter to end so simply! Ling Ao knew very well that if he killed the two young masters of the Han Mansion, the other party would definitely not give up, what he needed to worry about now was what kind of people the other party would send to attack next, and how he would deal with the upcoming crisis.

"Let's find a place to rest first!" Ling Aotian shook his head, no longer thinking about this question, and said to Lu Hao.

Lu Hao also knew Ling Aotian's situation at the moment, nodded, pointed ahead, and said, "Brother Tian, there is a cave ahead, let's go there!"

Ling Aotian and Lu Hao arrived at the cave, and after a brief arrangement, they stayed.

After entering the border pass town, before the two of them had time to eat, they met the young man in the brocade robe, after a fierce battle, and walked such a long distance, the two were already hungry, after arranging everything properly, Ling Aotian roasted the monster meat from the space ring on the fire in the thirsty eyes of the green hazy.

After a while, the cave was filled with a strong smell of meat.

"Eat!" Ling Aotian threw a large piece of roasted beast meat to Lu Hao.

Seeing the fragrant barbecue, Lu Hao couldn't care about anything else, so he took it and devoured it.

Seeing the green eating appearance, Ling Aotian smiled slightly, picked up a piece of barbecue, and ate it.

After filling his stomach, Ling Aotian explained a few words to Lu Hao, and then he started the mysterious technique that the Blood Venerable had passed on to him, and began to cultivate.

"Wake up?" Early the next morning, as soon as Ling Aotian woke up from his cultivation, he was startled by the sudden sound that appeared.

Ling Aotian opened his eyes suddenly.

Beside the fire where they were resting, at some point, there was a twenty-four-five-year-old young man in purple, and at this moment, the young man in purple was pulling out the fire with the long sword about six feet long in his hand.

"Who are you?" Ling Aotian was startled, jumped up suddenly, and picked up the remnant sword that had been by his side.

"Don't be nervous!" the young man turned his head.

A handsome face appeared in front of Ling Aotian.

"Who the hell are you?" Ling Aotian looked at the young man in this suit vigilantly.

"My name is Jian Wuxi, yes, the one who came to kill you!" the young man in purple said his identity and intention.

Hearing the words of the purple-clothed young man, Ling Aotian's heart tightened, and he remembered the green haze with him.

How's the green haze?

Ling Aotian eagerly glanced around the cave, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Lu Hao was sleeping soundly beside him.

"You're here to kill me, so why don't you do it?" After making sure that Lu Hao was fine, Ling Aotian once again set his eyes on the purple-clothed young man Sword Without a Trace.

"I kill without a trace, and I never do it in secret!" said Sword Without a Trace, apparently extremely conceited.

Ling Aotian was stunned for a moment, and then, in his heart, he had a little more affection for this young man named Jian Wuxi.

"Then, now, you can do it!" Ling Aotian's expression slowed slightly, although Jian Wuxian was here to kill him, but he couldn't show any hostility towards him.

"You're not my match yet!" Sword Without a Trace said, very ruthlessly.

Ling Aotian smiled bitterly, indeed, Jian Wuxian was right, his current strength was definitely not Jian Wuji's opponent, because the strength of this purple-clothed young man had at least reached the level of a sixth-level fighter, or even higher.

Jian Wuxian slowly stood up and walked out of the cave.

Ling Aotian glanced at the green haze who was sleeping soundly, followed behind Jian Wuxi, and walked out of the cave.

"What a troublesome task, Han Jiantao, an old bastard, dares to ignore my rules. After the sword came out of the cave without a trace, he turned his back to Ling Aotian and said slowly.

Han Jiantao should be the father of the young man in yellow and the young man in brocade robe! Ling Aotian thought so.

"You and I fight fairly, I win, you kill yourself, how about it?" said Jian Wuji.

"A fair fight?" Ling Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at the sword without a trace.

"I will suppress my strength at the beginning of the fourth-level fighter, fight with you, you win, you leave, I win, you commit suicide!" Jian Wuji explained.

"Don't sneak attack, it's your rule, don't kill someone weaker than yourself, it's also your rule?" Ling Aotian seemed to understand the meaning of the sword without a trace.

Sword Without a Trace nodded.

"Okay, I promise you!" Ling Aotian knew that if someone else came to kill him, he would probably have been dead for a long time, and now, since Jian Wuxian had given him a fair chance to fight, if he shirked it, he couldn't say anything.

Seeing that Ling Aotian had agreed to his proposal, a hint of a smile appeared on Jian Wuxian's resolute face, and he slowly turned around.

Although it was a fair battle, Ling Aotian knew very well that as a sixth-level fighter, Jian Wuxian would definitely have a stronger fighting consciousness than himself, and his chances of winning were not high, so when he saw Jian Wuxian turn around, he immediately raised the remnant sword in his hand.

"Good sword! It's a pity, it's broken!" The sword has a unique eye, and at a glance he can see the extraordinaryness of Ling Aotian's remnant sword.

"Let's do it!" Ling Aotian stared at the sword without a trace.

The sword was traceless and there was no nonsense, and as soon as his feet moved, his figure quickly slammed into Ling Aotian, while his six-foot-long long sword kept dragging behind him.

Although the long sword without a trace of the sword did not strike, Ling Aotian still felt a strong pressure, and he understood that once the long sword of the sword without a trace of the sword dragged behind him attacked, it would definitely be earth-shattering.

Not daring to be careless, Ling Aotian slowly raised the remnant sword in his hand and pointed at the sword that rushed towards him without a trace.

It's close! The distance between Sword Traceless and Ling Aotian was less than five meters.

At this moment, the long sword, which had been dragged behind by the sword without a trace, also moved. I saw that the sword shook violently, and the hilt of the long sword actually shrank back by nearly two feet or so.

The two-meter long sword, in terms of the height of the sword without a trace, must have a lot of restrictions on how to use it, but now after the hilt of the sword shrank back two feet, the two-meter long sword instantly became more than one meter, and then, with a flick of the wrist of the sword without a trace, the long sword that was dragging behind him was immediately flipped over, and with a fierce sword intent, it stabbed towards Ling Aotian.

Strange long swords, strange changes!

A flash of light flashed in Ling Aotian's eyes, and the remnant sword in his hand instantly stabbed out, colliding with the long sword without a trace.