"Everyone get on the bus, turn on the power, and move forward at full speed."
Wu Yuan ignored the noise of the bandits and calmly issued the order.
In the past, because of the mountain climbing, even if the vehicle was running at full power, it still needed escorts to help. Now on flat ground, the vehicle's advantages can be brought into play.
After an hour of climbing over the mountain, the guards were all showing signs of fatigue, so they got in the car just in time to get some proper rest.
Just as the caravan was speeding towards the third area several miles away, the bandits from the second mountain finally began to pursue it.
The bandits were not short of source crystals, and dozens of small vehicles rushed towards the caravan like arrows.
Those small vehicles are much smaller than the wind chime's vehicles, only three meters long and two meters wide. They look more like a small rowing boat and are obviously meant to transport people.
This small vehicle is extremely fast, with a speed of at least a hundred miles per hour. At this speed, it can catch up with the caravan in less than ten minutes, and the caravan has no time to enter the third area.
"Throw smoke bombs!"
Wu Yuan did not panic at all and calmly issued another order.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
With the sound of a series of cannons, the smoke bombs thrown by the guards exploded one after another. In a blink of an eye, the ground was shrouded in smoke, completely cutting off the sight.
"Serial thunder!"
Following Wu Yuan's order, the guards once again threw out a large number of bottles and cans.
"Death guard, cut off the rear!"
Wu Yuan's order was still as decisive, but it was less ruthless and more helpless.
"yes!"
Following the order, ten people jumped down without hesitation.
"Brothers, take care. The Nanjun Palace will be responsible for supporting your family."
Wu Yuan stood on the roof of the car, bowed deeply to the ten people, stood up, clasped his fists and said loudly.
"Take care brother!"
All the guards of the caravan spontaneously shouted in unison, no one said too much nonsense, because everyone understood.
It is easy to be strong for a moment, but to die calmly.
It is normal for people to fight to the death in battle, but ten warriors like these were willing to leave lighted bombs to stop the enemy. Everyone knew that they would not survive, and they risked their lives to buy time for the caravan.
Even if it was a life-and-death farewell, the convoy did not slow down at all. All the guards stood on the roof of the car and saluted them with attention. This was the only way to say goodbye.
In less than three minutes, there was a loud rumbling sound, and everyone knew that there was no way those ten teammates would come back.
The chain mines dropped were enough to inflict heavy damage on the pursuers, and with the obstruction of the smoke, it was impossible for them to have the courage to continue the pursuit. This bought the caravan enough time.
"No! Someone is chasing me!"
Just as everyone was mourning the lost teammates, someone suddenly exclaimed.
"It's the Qi Condensation Master!"
This is not difficult to judge. The only person who can chase the convoy on foot is the Qi Condensation Master. It is impossible for monks in the Qi training period to have that speed.
"Keep going! Wang Jin, you will be in charge of the rest."
Wu Yuan's orders are always so decisive and never sloppy.
"Brother Wu!"
"Stop talking nonsense and execute the order!"
Wu Yuan took off a token from his neck, threw it back without even looking at it, and jumped off the roof of the car.
Everyone knows that facing the Qi Condensation Master, the only one who can hold him back is Wu Yuan, who is at the ninth level of Qi training.
Others are not afraid of death, but are afraid of the worthlessness of death. Facing the Qi Condensation Master, they cannot get close at all, and blocking his steps is completely nonsense.
The man chasing after him was an old man who was nearly sixty years old. The old man naturally saw that Wu Yuan was a Qi-training monk and simply ignored him.
"Get away!"
The old man cursed, waved his long sword, and dozens of sword energy went straight towards Wu Yuan to kill him.
"Well done!"
Wu Yuan showed no fear at all. He flashed the silver spear in his hand, which was exactly the "blocking" technique in Bawang's eight-style marksmanship.
The head of the gun pulled out a large gun flower, but when he saw dozens of cold stars flashing rapidly, and with the sound of gold and iron clashing, Wu Yuan took several steps back.
"Master Qi Condensation is nothing more than that!"
Wu Yuan swung the bright silver spear in his hand, refused to give in, and spoke sarcastically.
"Looking for death! Seeing that your cultivation level is pretty good, I asked you to retreat in spite of the difficulties and spare your life. But you are so reckless about life and death, then go die!"
The old man glanced at the caravan of merchants that was speeding away. He felt angry and sneered, then slashed down with the long sword in his hand.
He didn't bother to use any moves at all. The gap in realm was there. He could defeat all methods with one force. It was simple and direct.
Wu Yuan showed no sign of weakness, and performed superbly with a bright silver spear. The Eighth Form of Overlord was exquisite, and the tip of the spear touched the surface of the long sword at an incredible angle.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound. Although the long sword was powerful and heavy, the rules of mechanics could not be violated. However, Wu Yuan's skill caused it to deflect by half a foot.
Wu Yuan could see clearly that the antelope's horn-hanging body used a graceful arc to easily avoid the sword.
"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"
Wu Yuan was determined to die, and he was not afraid of death. Why should he give it a try? What he was afraid of was that his death would be worthless. As long as he could delay it for three minutes, the old man would have no choice but to return in failure.
The old man saw Wu Yuan slap his waist, and a piece of yellow paper jumped out and was crushed by Wu Yuan. Then Wu Yuan's aura surged.
"Powerful Talisman!"
The old man exclaimed in surprise, and his expression instantly became serious.
He could tell at a glance that this was a talisman that could instantly improve one's cultivation level. Once used, it could improve the user's cultivation level in a short period of time.
Although Wu Yuan's ninth level of Qi training is not enough to directly advance to the Qi Condensation stage, it will be infinitely close. At the very least, he will be on par in terms of strength and be able to fight in a short period of time.
Of course, the sequelae of this type of talisman are also very serious. When the energy of the talisman is exhausted, it will enter a period of decline. Not only will the user be completely unable to move, but at the very least, he will no longer have any combat effectiveness.
Wu Yuan is using the powerful talisman now. It can be said that he has no intention of living anymore and is just using his life to delay time.
Wu Yuan paid no attention to the old man's exclamation, and just waved the bright silver gun in his hand, lifting, kidnapping, blocking, taking, wrapping, turning, looping, and ringing, and performing the eight moves of Bawang in succession.
"good!"
The old man did not dare to be careless, so he kept his concentration and calmness. With a burst of energy, the sword light in his hand rose three feet, and the sword flew out with a wave of his hand. This was the art of sword control.
The old man knew that he no longer had the advantage in strength, and that the opponent had the advantage in weapons. If he had a head-on collision, he would definitely suffer a loss, so he chose the sword control technique, hoping to defeat him quickly.
Unfortunately, the Bawang Eight-style marksmanship is exquisite. Once deployed, it is almost impervious to wind and rain, and even the master of sword control cannot get close at all.
On the contrary, Wu Yuan seized the opportunity several times and pointed his gun directly at the opponent's vital points. It was a completely desperate style of attack, which made the old man lose sight of the other and almost got hit.
The old man was finally aroused by the beating, and his energy was pushed to the extreme. In the blink of an eye, the two sides exchanged hundreds of moves.