Listening to the emotion of this high disciple of the Demon Sect, Han Jingwen was a little puzzled.
He didn't understand why the other party was so calm and didn't immediately think of escaping.
"Are you one of theirs too?"
In the next moment, he looked at the practitioner who blocked the way at the beginning and thought of some possibility.
The man in plain clothes with a strong Northern Wei accent turned around, looked at the cultivator who had entered the holy realm, bowed seriously and said, "Yes."
"It turns out you were supposed to be one of ours."
Han Jingwen frowned deeply. He thought about the scene where this person had forced Hong Jin and others to escape, and it suddenly became clear in his mind, "You just want me to show up, so your target is me?"
"Exactly."
This man with a strong Northern Wei accent straightened his body. The plain clothes on his body slowly and strangely glowed as the true energy in his body flowed. Some mysterious black runes even began to appear on the surface of the clothes.
"I know his name."
Han Jingwen confirmed what these people wanted to do and calmed down. He glanced at Hong Jing, then looked at the man in plain clothes and said: "Are you another disciple of the Demon Sect? You want to try to cross the border to kill me.
You are not an ordinary person, I want to know your real name."
"My name is Zong Shengxing."
The man in plain clothes shook his head, "I am not a true disciple of Lord Demon Sect."
Han Jingwen frowned again.
He had some doubts about whether the other party was referring to his real name, because in his impression, he had never heard of such a powerful practitioner in the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Listening to the conversation of these people, the official in the train wearing a crimson official robe already understood what was happening.
"He wants to wait for us to kill you, and then kill everyone to silence them, but I don't think so."
At this moment, Hong Jing's voice sounded.
Hong Jing looked at the official in crimson robes gently and said, "So if you can understand, you can try to escape first later."
"Mr. Hengyun, should this really be the case?"
The official shook his head, showing no fear. He just looked at Han Jingwen with a look of regret and regret and said, "Don't say it is now, even in the previous dynasty, it was over."
Han Jingwen remained silent.
"You go first." Then he looked at the official and said.
Everyone in the convoy looked at the official.
The official lowered his eyelids, returned to the carriage, and signaled departure.
The motorcade continued along this official road.
No one in the train expressed their gratitude to Han Jingwen.
“Beautifully done.”
Hong Jing looked at Han Jingwen with a smile and said: "It's just Mr. Hengshan, this method can't make things right. As long as you come today, I will try to spread some things. Your Southern Emperor is also a real smart man, he will naturally distinguish
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Han Jingwen looked at this demon sect student whose name had the same name as his, and he became more and more confused as to why he could smile so confidently in the face of life and death.
He said no more.
He was just sure that if these people in front of him, especially this disciple of the Demon Sect, did not die, the consequences would be even more terrifying.
His body instantly burst into dazzling light, like a scorching sun that instantly enveloped his entire body.
There is no strong wind or scary atmosphere, it just makes people feel incomprehensible and powerful.
Everyone in the convoy on the road looked back at the light group in shock.
None of them have ever seen the actions of a practitioner who has entered the holy realm.
There was a loud bang!
The light group still stayed in place, but the ground around Zong Shengxing, a practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty who was wearing plain clothes, flew up, and smoke and dust rose up like a fountain.
There were countless crystal textures spreading in the air in front of Zong Shengxing, like cracks suddenly appearing in clean glass.
A cloud of blood mist shook out behind Zong Shengxing and flew away.
Zong Shengxing stood there, his face extremely pale, with many cracks appearing on his face, but no blood was flowing.
A large hole appeared in his chest and abdomen. This large hole was transparent from front to back, and broken bones and ruptured internal organs could be seen.
The eyes of everyone in the convoy could not help but freeze.
Such a horrific wound should lead to instant death.
However, even though they were far apart, 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 group.
He raised his fist and hasn't taken it back yet.
For this extremely powerful practitioner who has reached the holy realm, his most trusted weapon is actually his fist.
At this time, blood was flowing on his fists and entire arm.
The look in his eyes was extremely complicated and his face was solemn.
Contrary to what everyone in the convoy imagined, the blood on his arm was not Zong Shengxing's, but his own.
There were dozens of tiny holes on his sleeves, and underneath the holes were open wounds.
Inside the wound, there were dozens of triangular-shaped, snake-head-like metal fragments that were traveling backwards along his blood veins.
"Is it worth it?"
Han Jingwen looked at Zong Shengxing who had a terrible wound on his chest and abdomen, and asked seriously.
"I will enter the hunting grounds of my ancestors."
Zong Shengxing laughed, "Death is the beginning of eternity for our Luoyue tribe, not the end. Only by dying heroically can we enter the hall of glory."
Han Jingwen's brows furrowed deeply.
He had heard about those strange tribes on the border of the Northern Wei Dynasty, among which was the Luoyue tribe, who regarded death in battle as the highest honor.
At this moment, Zong Shengxing's eyes turned red, and all the true energy that was still suppressed in the meridians in his body spurted out from the wound on his chest using secret techniques.
Han Jing asked and groaned.
The weird metal fragments in the wound on his arm were traveling through his body faster than a flying sword. The most important thing was that his true energy could not stop the retrograde movement of the fragments, but could only make them faster.
There are no unnecessary actions.
His true energy exploded on his shoulders.
His right arm was broken at shoulder level and flew into the sky.
An uncontrollable exclamation sounded in the distant motorcade.
The higher the cultivation level, the more unlikely it is to fight across borders. No one can imagine that a cultivator who has entered the holy realm will be forced to cut off his arm directly.
At this moment, the light around Han Jingwen became brighter.
Some vitality like black rags quietly emerged, fluttering outside Han Jingwen's body.
"That should be enough."
Hong Jing bowed seriously to Zong Shengxing's body, and then stepped back resolutely.
Han Jingwen pursed his lips tightly. He stopped the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder and stood still.
This black energy not only contains powerful real energy fluctuations, but also contains the smell of many poisons.
The moment Hong Jing turned around and left, Han Jingwen also felt the smell of some special poison from him and his followers.
Even if he didn't lose his arm, being able to kill these people would probably cost him a lot.
He slowly raised his head, looked at his broken arm falling in the sky, and understood in his heart the meaning of those four words when Hong Jing left.
If a cultivator who has entered the Holy Realm breaks off an arm here, it is indeed enough to cause shock to the entire Southern Dynasty.