With a "clang" sound, the bloody sword fell to the ground.
Huang Xiaoyun looked at the long sword in front of him, and then at the tent that was twisted into blood mist by the power of the long sword.
"Gudong."
He swallowed hard. If the monk from Tianjian Sect had died a little later, he would have been killed by this long sword.
He used the Yuan Explosion Step of the Vajra Technique before and immediately escaped from the tent, but this long sword weapon was faster and he quickly caught up with him.
Although this "Sword Chaser" does not require control and can kill the enemy on its own, after the caster dies, the source of the spell is lost, the aura dims, and falls to the ground.
"Ah, Master!"
Huang Xiaoyun was dazed for a while before he remembered Lu Kun. He immediately ran to a pale man not far away and said worriedly: "Master, are you okay?"
Lu Kun was lying on the ground, sweating profusely, and had no strength to answer. His face was as white as a piece of paper. He was putting a scarlet pill into his mouth with great difficulty, and then a slight blush appeared on his face.
After a while, Lu Kun gritted his teeth and stood up. Although the power of the Qi and Blood Pill had not been completely absorbed, it could barely allow him to move freely.
In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, he had to use all his energy to activate his blood essence, use the magical power of his giant arm and the remaining liquid mana, and barely exert the power that the black flying knife should have.
Lu Kun staggered towards the Tianjian Sect disciples, and Huang Xiaoyun quickly supported him beside him.
The little boy looked at the market in a mess, with no one alive except them, and felt quite touched in his heart.
And if that wretched casual cultivator hadn't thrown a terrifying explosive weapon and killed two cultivators in the early stages of foundation building, they would have died like these mortals.
Lu Kun, who had taken action in the valley on the border of Qingzhou, could not deal with three foundation-building monks at the same time even if he tried his best, not to mention that one of them was a foundation-building sword cultivator from Tianjian Sect.
Lu Kun came to the sword cultivator's body, used the magic power in his muscles, and released a fireball, burning the body to ashes, and then put the storage bag away.
"Xiaoyun, there's no need to help me. You go and put away his long sword weapon. The sword weapon of Tianjian Sect must be refined again before it can be used."
"The previous explosion was very powerful. The storage bags of the two foundation-building stages and their magic weapons should be scattered nearby. You can look for them again."
"I'll go to Pan Shu's place to have a look. If I'm not mistaken, he's not dead yet."
Huang Xiaoyun had no doubts about Lu Kun's judgment. He nodded, his frightened face softened a little, and he began to search.
After such a short period of time, Lu Kun's face became a little more rosy, and the water-attribute muscle mana in his body was running, nourishing the depleted body.
Previously, Lu Kun saw from a distance that Pan Shu's fingers were still moving after he fell to the ground.
Sure enough, when he came closer, the man lying on the ground turned around.
"Ahem...are you...Lu Kun?" Lu Kun used all his strength to activate his physical body and restored his original appearance, which made Pan Shu recognize him immediately.
Lu Kun looked carefully at the monk who barely turned over, and shook his head. Pan Shu's heart was still bleeding, and looking at his face, he was already on his deathbed.
For monks in the foundation-building stage, after their heart is broken, they are already mortal, not to mention that there is still sword energy rolling in their bodies.
"Fellow Daoist Lu... It seems that you... ahem... killed that man." After Pan Shu recognized Lu Kun, he had no doubt that he had killed the Tianjian Sect disciple.
During this Shangqing Gate battle, Lu Kun's name had already spread among the monks in the foundation-building stage of the Wei Kingdom. Pan Shu had fought against Lu Kun in the Qi-refining stage, and as soon as he heard the rumors about him, he knew that what he said was true.
After all, Lu Kun was the only one who could attack in melee with a magic weapon. For some reason, the news of Lu Kun's reduced cultivation level did not come out from the Demon Spirit Gate.
Pan Shu looked at the child who was still unable to move in his arms and the child's tear-filled eyes. The corners of his mouth rose, revealing a trace of father's unique affection.
He seemed to be having a flashback, and suddenly spoke eloquently: "Friend Lu, you must know very well what kind of person I am, Pan Shu."
Without waiting for Lu Kun to answer, he continued: "What I, Pan Shu, care about most is my own life. For my life, I will do anything."
"Back then, I came to Qingzhou to hide from my enemies, and met the child's mother. Something happened. Later, because I was greedy for life and afraid of death, I left the woman who was pregnant at the time."
"It was only a few years ago, after I successfully built the foundation, that I found my child again. Alas, my child has a completely opposite personality to mine. He cares most about other people and never puts himself first."
"This should be God's punishment for abandoning my wife and son. Besides, this kid likes to meddle in other people's business. If he hadn't been unable to cultivate immortality before, I don't know how many troubles he would have caused."
Pan Shu stroked his son's forehead and said: "After my two years of hard work, this child can also practice immortality. But I didn't expect that he ran out while I was practicing today."
Thinking of today's ambush, Pan Shu laughed at himself: "I, Pan Shu, am in trouble like this."
"It was at this time, ahem...that I realized..." After saying this, blood began to flow from the corners of Pan Shu's mouth, and his aura became vague.
"I just realized... what I did before... was all wrong..."
"In addition to my own... life, there are... others... worthy of my... protection!"
Then Pan Shu grabbed Lu Kun tightly with his hand, looked at him with eyes full of hope and said: "Please, fellow Taoist...help me take care of...Xia Xiaoyan."
"I store... anything... you can... take."
Lu Kun saw Pan Shu, a dying man, expressing such emotion. He hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "Fellow Daoist Pan, don't worry, I will take care of Xiaoyan!"
Pan Shu had a satisfied smile on his face, tilted his head and fell down.
At this time, the naughty child who had been restrained by Pan Shu could speak and move, and started to cry: "Uuwu...Dad, what's wrong with you, Daddy! Xiaoyan won't talk about you anymore, won't talk about you anymore, don't leave.
Ah, woo woo..."
He kept shaking Pan Shu's gradually cold body, heartbroken.
"Dad! You could have completely avoided the vital point just now, so I would only have been stabbed in the arm, but I wouldn't have died!"
The kid named Pan Yan was crying and talking, as if Pan Shu had just avoided the fatal blow from the long sword weapon in order to prevent him from getting hurt.
After hearing this, Lu Kun sighed and finally knew what happened to Pan Shu. This casual cultivator who put his own life first and was afraid of death sacrificed his life at a critical moment to save his son.
Otherwise, even if the magic weapon of the foundation-building monk hits Xiao Pan Yan's shoulder, the sword energy contained in it can easily kill this mortal child.
Lu Kun looked at the child who had yelled at them before and was increasingly crying. He slapped the back of his neck with his hand and used a very weak physical force to knock him unconscious.
"A lot of time has passed. It would be terrible if the two monks at the Dan Formation Stage returned the same way."
After saying that, Lu Kun put Pan Shu's body into the storage bag, and then picked up little Pan Yan.
"Master, the storage bag and the magic weapon have been found." Huang Xiaoyun ran over with a happy face, holding two storage bags in his hand.
Lu Kun nodded and said, "After the shield covering the market was broken, a few horses escaped in that direction. Let's follow them."
"Okay, but Master, I am currently at the fourth level of the Diamond Art, and my physical body can run very fast!"
"Well, let's run over. It's normal for monks in the middle stage of Qi Refining to learn some secular martial arts!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures, one large and one small, ran towards the direction of the horses, running at a speed not much different from that of ordinary horses.