After Wang Fan rushed out of Li Mansion, he did not run down the mountain, but ran up the mountain.
His injury was more serious than imagined. If he went down the mountain hastily, he didn't know if he would be blocked by the dreamers who left early.
Even if he wasn't blocked by the Yuanmengmen, he was still afraid that he would be blocked by people from Daowumen or Yuanmeng Pavilion who came to support him.
In his current state, there is no problem against ten or twenty ordinary elites, but once he is surrounded by more people, it will be really dangerous.
This is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that if he is blocked by the innate warriors of Yuanmeng Pavilion, even if three or five people come randomly, he will not be able to escape.
Had he not used opportunism to fend off the two innate mid-level men, it would have been impossible for him to escape from the Li Mansion.
The heavy rain fell, and the big raindrops hit Wang Fan, washing away the blood on his face and body, but could not wash away the blood on his clothes.
The bloody wounds were washed away by the rain, making them sting even more. ??
Fortunately, Wang Fan had good medical skills. Otherwise, even if he escaped by chance, he might not have been able to escape death.
Wang Fan knew that it was impossible for the dreamer to let him go like this, and with the big explosion in Li Mansion, the people from Daowu Sect would probably rush back in a short time.
So he didn't dare to neglect at all, and went straight up to the top of the mountain. At the same time, he was also carefully paying attention to the surrounding environment and looking for a hiding place.
He must sit down and recuperate from his injuries as soon as possible and regain his fighting strength as much as possible. Otherwise, on this stormy night, facing the pursuit of Yuanmeng Pavilion of Daowu Sect, he will still be unable to escape death.
While Wang Fan was running, he felt a little aggrieved.
He is a powerful innate person who can even destroy the powerful Ouyan family, but today he was forced to such an extent by a mere Daowu Sect Yuanmeng Pavilion. It is simply a shame!
Whether it is Li Tianying or the dreamer, it is best to pray that Wang Fan dies in Bianshan, otherwise, what they are waiting for will be Wang Fan's crazy revenge.
The strong wind and heavy rain were still blowing together. Although they brought a lot of obstacles to Wang Fan's escape, they also helped Wang Fan a lot.
At least the traces left by Wang Fan along the way have been
Having been dispersed, those in the Daowumen Yuanmeng Pavilion were not so easy to track.
At a certain moment, Wang Fan's eyes lit up and he saw a recessed cliff.
The cliff was five or six meters high from the top of the cliff, as if someone had dug a hole with an axe, just enough for one person to hide.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and felt happy. He immediately took out his shadow knife and chopped down countless branches and willows, and then ran towards the cliff.
He kneaded several soft willow branches together to make them strong enough, and then connected several knots until they were seven or eight meters long.
After doing all this, he imprisoned the other end on one of the boulders, tied the other end to himself, and then slowly slid down the cliff.
Normally, with his innate peak strength, Wang Fan would not pay attention to this cliff that is only five or six meters below. It would not be a problem for him to jump directly.
But now, he really doesn't dare to jump, so he can only use this old-fashioned method.
While sliding down, Wang Fan still held many branches in his left arm. In addition to using those branches to rub against the cliff and reduce the bearing capacity of the willow, he also wanted to hide in the recessed position later to use it as a shield.
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He was holding the shadow knife in his right hand, stabbing at the cliff constantly to buffer the falling speed. He didn't want to be thrown to death.
Three minutes later, Wang Fan arrived at the cliff without any danger.
After he stood still, he used the shadow knife to cut off all the willow branches he could reach, then got in and blocked the outside with branches.
After doing all this, Wang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, then sat down and began to rest and recuperate.
Race against time.
Because he didn't have much time, only a few hours, and once dawn, he would be discovered by others.
After all, it was late at night, not to mention dark, but also windy and rainy. He hid
Here, with the obstruction of branches, it is indeed difficult for the enemy to detect it.
But as soon as the sky breaks and the line of sight becomes clearer, people will probably spot him easily.
Not long after Wang Fan sat down, he clearly felt someone appearing on the cliff above. However, after walking around, those people found nothing and left again.
In fact, it is not the fault of those people, because Wang Fan's wicker sticks were pulled close to the ground to the edge of the cliff.
Moreover, he also sprinkled many branches around the willow tree to cover it, so the dozen or so people did not notice it, which was normal.
Of course, this is also Wang Fan's good luck. There is no innately strong person among his enemies, otherwise it would be difficult to avoid others' eyes and ears.
After the group of people left, Wang Fan completely let go of his thoughts and began to recuperate with all his strength. Of course, he did not forget to pay attention to the outside situation.
An hour passed quickly, and members of Daowumen Yuanmeng Pavilion had searched most of Bianshan, but there was still no trace of Wang Fan.
Although they were still very patient and continued to search, the dreamer could no longer stand still. ??
Nearly a thousand people searched across a large area, but Wang Fan still hasn't been found. Isn't it strange?
If Wang Fan's injury was not serious, he could understand it. But in fact, Wang Fan was seriously injured.
Under such circumstances, how could there be no news at all?
Weird, really weird.
If the elite guarding the foot of the mountain hadn't noticed that Wang Fan had gone out, he would have even doubted whether Wang Fan had left.
Woohoo...
At the moment when the dreamer was doubtful, accompanied by a harsh sound of engines, three cars drove crazily into Bianshan despite the wind and rain.
The dazzling car lights shone on the eyes of those elites guarding the foot of the mountain. They all felt a sting in their eyes, and then they couldn't help but squint their eyes and cover them with their hands.
The next second, all twelve doors of the three cars were opened, and eleven men in black jumped out despite the wind and rain.
"Who are you?" The elites guarding the foot of the mountain looked at this scene and couldn't help but ask.
After all, the members of Daowu Sect Yuanmeng Pavilion were arriving one after another. In addition, it was windy and rainy, and the sky was dark, so they could not identify who the other party was, whether they were friends or enemies.
But as soon as their voice of inquiry ended, the eleven people pounced on them like tigers.
Bang bang bang bang.
A series of crackling sounds sounded, and in just an instant, all the more than 20 elites guarding the foot of the mountain were overturned.
Almost in no particular order.
Their bones were shattered, their blood flew out, and they fell into the rain, causing large splashes.
The eleven people are equally powerful and ferocious, just like the eleven gods of war, unstoppable.
"Enemy attack!" Not far away, one of them looked at this scene, his pupils couldn't help but suddenly shrink, he roared, and then he immediately took out his weapon.
But before he had time to attack, Dahu had already grinned a ferocious smile, tapped his toes on the ground, and rushed over like a cannonball.
The distance of more than ten meters was reached in an instant, and with a loud bang, the young man was knocked over.
As violent as a tiger, unstoppable!
In a treetop position, an enemy's eyelids were twitching wildly, and he was planning a sneak attack.
But at this moment, Erhu had already moved. He opened his right hand, grabbed a spike as long as his middle finger, pulled it back, and threw it forward.
Whoosh!
The spikes had already shot out like cannonballs, hitting him before the opponent could make a sneak attack.
On the mountain, those elites who had not participated in the carpet search and were responsible for stationing at various locations noticed this scene, their expressions suddenly changed, and then they frantically rushed towards the Night Eleven to kill them.
Looking at this scene, Hei Ye and others were not afraid, but instead there was a crazy fighting spirit in their bodies.
They didn't hesitate for a moment and rushed forward like tigers.
The battle begins!
This chapter has been completed!