Listening to the emotion of this Demon Sect master, Han Jingwen was a little puzzled.

He didn't understand why the other party was so calm and didn't think about fleeing in the first place.

"You're one of theirs too?"

In the next moment, he looked at the cultivator who had blocked the path at first, and thought of some possibility.

The plain-clothed man with a thick Northern Wei accent turned around, looked at the cultivator who had entered the Holy Realm, bowed seriously, and said, "Yes." ”

"You were supposed to be one of our people. ”

Han Jingwen frowned deeply, thinking about the picture of this person forcing out Hong Jin and the others before, his heart suddenly became clear, "Just want me to show up, so your target is me?"

"Exactly. ”

This man with a strong Northern Wei accent straightened his body, and the plain clothes on his body were strangely glowing slowly with the flow of true yuan in his body, and some mysterious black runes even began to appear on the surface of the clothes.

"I know his name. ”

Han Jing asked to determine what these people wanted to do, but calmed down, he glanced at Hong Jing, and then looked at the plain-clothed man, and said, "You are another high-ranking disciple of the Demon Sect? If you want to try to cross the border to kill me, it is not an ordinary person, I want to know your true name." ”

"My name is Zong Shengxing. ”

The plain-clothed man shook his head, "I'm not a true disciple of Lord Demon Sect. ”

Han Jingwen frowned again.

He was a little skeptical that what the other party said was his real name, because in his impression, he had never heard of such a powerful cultivator in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Listening to the conversation between these people, the officer in the crimson official robe in the train already understood what was happening.

"He wants to wait for us to kill you, and then kill everyone, but I don't think so. ”

At this moment, Hong Jing's voice rang out.

Hong Jing looked at the official in a crimson robe and said, "So if you can understand, you can try to escape first." ”

"Mr. Yokomo, should this really be the case?"

The official shook his head, not seeing fear, but just looked at Han Jing with a look of regret and regret and asked, "Don't say it's now, even if it's in the previous dynasty, it's over." ”

Han Jingwen was silent.

"You go first. Then he looked at the officer and said.

Everyone in the convoy looked at the officer.

The officer lowered his eyelids, returned to the carriage, and motioned for departure.

The convoy continued along the official road.

No one in the train expressed their gratitude to Han Jingwen.

"Beautifully done. ”

Hong Jing looked at Han Jing with a smile and asked, "It's just Mr. Hengshan, this method can't be done, as long as you come today, I will try to spread some things, and your emperor of the Southern Dynasty is also a really smart person, he will naturally tell." ”

Han Jingwen looked at this Demon Sect Gaozu who had the same name as his own, and he became more and more puzzled why the other party would smile so confidently in the face of life and death.

He said no more.

He was only sure that if these people in front of him, especially the apprentice of this Demon Sect, did not die, the result would be even more terrifying.

His body instantly bloomed with dazzling light, like a round of scorching sun, instantly enveloping his entire body.

There is no wind or a terrifying atmosphere, just a blind feeling of incomprehension and strength.

Everyone in the convoy on the road looked back at the ball of light in shock.

None of them had ever seen a cultivator who had entered the Holy Realm.

Boom!

The light cluster was still in place, but the ground around Zong Shengxing, a Northern Wei cultivator in plain clothes, flew up, and smoke and dust poured up like a fountain.

There were countless crystalline textures spreading in the air in front of Zong Shengxing, like a crack in the clean glass.

A cloud of blood mist shook out behind Zong Shengxing, flying directly away.

Zong Shengxing stood in place, his face was extremely pale, and many cracks appeared on his face, but no blood flowed.

A large hole appeared in his chest and abdomen, and this large hole was transparent from front to back, and the broken white bones and ruptured internal organs could be seen.

The eyes of everyone in the convoy couldn't help but freeze.

Such a terrible wound should die instantly.

However, even though it was far away, the people in the convoy could still hear the beating of Zong Shengxing's heart and blood.

Han Jingwen's body appeared in front of the light cluster.

He raised his fist, but he didn't retract it.

For this extremely powerful cultivator who had entered the Holy Realm, his most trusted weapon was actually his fist.

At this time, blood was flowing from his fist and entire arm.

The look in his eyes was extremely complicated, and his face was solemn.

Unlike everyone in the team imagined, the blood on his arm was not Zong Shengxing's, but his own.

There were dozens of tiny holes in his sleeves, and underneath the holes were open wounds.

Inside the wound, there were dozens of triangular metal fragments like snake heads, which were going up his veins.

"Is it worth it?"

Han Jingwen looked at Zong Shengxing, who had a terrible wound between his chest and abdomen, and asked seriously.

"I will go into the hunting grounds of my ancestors. ”

Zong Shengxing laughed, "Death is the beginning of eternity for our Falling Moon Clan, not the end, and only a heroic death can enter the Hall of Glory." ”

Han Jingwen's brows furrowed.

He had heard of the strange tribes in the border areas of the Northern Wei Dynasty, including the Falling Moon Clan, who regarded death in battle as the highest glory.

At this moment, Zong Shengxing's pupils turned red, and the true yuan that was still suppressed in the meridians in his body with the secret method erupted from the wound on his chest.

Han Jing asked with a muffled snort.

The strange metal fragments in the wounds of his arms traveled towards him faster than the flying sword, and most importantly, his True Yuan could not stop the fragments from going backwards, but could only make them faster.

There is no superfluous action.

His true yuan exploded in his shoulder.

His right arm was broken at the shoulder and flew towards the sky.

An irrepressible exclamation rang out in the convoy in the distance.

The higher the cultivation, the more impossible it is to cross the border and fight, and no one can imagine that a cultivator who has entered the Holy Realm will be forced to directly cut off his arm.

At this moment, the light around Han Jingwen became brighter.

Some of the vitality like black rags quietly emerged, fluttering outside Han Jingwen's body.

"That should be enough. ”

Hong Jing saluted Zong Shengxing's body seriously, and then resolutely stepped back.

Han Jingwen pursed his lips, he stopped the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder and froze.

In these black Yuan Qi, not only do they have powerful True Yuan fluctuations, but they also have the taste of many poisons.

At the moment when Hong Jing turned to leave, from him and those entourage, Han Jingwen also felt some special poisonous breath.

Even if he didn't have a broken arm, it would probably cost him a lot to kill these people.

He slowly raised his head, looked at his broken arm falling from the sky, and understood the meaning of those four words when Hong Jing left.

The fact that a cultivator who had entered the Holy Realm had his arm cut off here was indeed enough to cause a shock in the entire Southern Dynasty.

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