C6

As soon as Han Wenyi landed, she heard the sharp sound of a weapon piercing through the air behind her. Her body suddenly slipped forward and at the same time, she turned around and kicked backwards, landing a heavy kick on the face of an Arab warrior who had just missed with a single slash. Han Wenyue, who had turned around, turned pale with fright. He discovered that this group of Arab warriors under his control had a clear tactical plan. Besides the one he had just kicked down, there were twelve people charging towards him.

Han Wenyue was panicking in her heart. Even though she wasn't afraid of these ten or so people, she was certain that she wouldn't be able to slow down her attacks to save them. Furthermore, if these people were to stall her for a while longer, those people who had gone all out to suppress the Soul Controlling Talisman would definitely be under her control.

In the time that Han Wenyue was stunned, several scimitars had already arrived. Han Wenyue didn't hesitate any longer. With a leap, he quickly retreated, taking out a stack of talismans from his bosom.

As Han Wenyue flipped the talisman in his hand, he dodged the incoming machetes. His kung fu was high, and he couldn't help but be flustered. "Damn it!" Han Wenyue was helpless. She never thought that something like this would happen. She didn't even bring many talismans like the Heavenly Dipper Water Talisman that didn't have much power. She couldn't just draw it at the last minute, could she?

There were only two of them? Han Wenyue even began to hate him. Just how many people had been implicated because of his carelessness? Let's fight to the death! As he thought of this, he turned and pasted a talisman on the foreheads of Baja and the Arab warrior closest to him.

Baja and the other two gradually quietened down, holding their heads as they fell to the ground. Under the bright moonlight, it was even possible to see the reflection of the sweat on their heads.

Han Wenyue's mind became calm. While dodging the attack of the scimitar, she looked at the situation in front of her. Zhao Zhiqiu was actually not at a disadvantage when fighting one against five, but his fighting style was very strange. His sword techniques were clear, like swinging his sword, retracting his sword, attacking, and defending. Occasionally, he would mix a bit of Ziggy martial arts with a bit of paradox, and although he would not be able to injure his opponent, he would not easily lose; he looked even safer with eight mercenaries surrounding him. However, the others did not do much with Kevin in front, Jack on the left, and another Asian soldier with an unusually sharp gaze on the right, dark, Han Wenyue had heard Kevin call him Tiger. The three of them were like iron triangles protecting Ben in the middle.

Jack finally had a chance to use his combat skills because he couldn't use a gun. This guy's martial arts skills were pretty good, although compared to a martial arts master like Han Wenyue, he was still far inferior. Even so, with the modern fighting techniques, this guy could at least take out a black belt or something of the same level. Of course, this was purely in terms of fighting skills. Every time the other side would use the semi-automatic rifle to block the scimitar that was coming at him, a knee or elbow hit followed by a kick, a side kick, and a roundhouse kick would follow. If his opponent hadn't been able to stand up immediately after being knocked down, it would only be a matter of time before he could take care of the five people in front of him.

Kevin's first impression was of his bravery, and his fighting style was the same. After waving the semi-automatic rifle to block the opponent's scimitar, he gave a simple straight punch. Everyone who was hit by his fist flew out a few meters, one could tell how strong his arm was.

In terms of fighting techniques, Taigel was clearly the strongest amongst them. His opponent's actions were like a prophet that could predict his opponent's movements. Among the three of them, Taigel's attacks were the easiest. As for the remaining people, other than being on alert, there was nothing else they could do to help.

Even so, the five of them all had sharp weapons in their hands. Furthermore, they did not seem to be afraid of pain. Although Kevin and company had the absolute advantage, they were unable to resolve the battle quickly.

Han Wenyue was finally able to relax. Although these people were knocked down and immediately got up, with their skills, it wasn't hard to deal with them. Then, he looked at the dozen or so sabers around him. It was obvious that the person commanding these Symbol Masters regarded him as their number one enemy. He didn't know if he should feel proud or sad.

After dodging the incoming blade, he immediately kicked out at the big fellow who had just raised his blade. Han Wenyue nervously thought, what do I do? The attacks of those who were hit didn't stop until they were dead. Could it be that they were going to be killed? But just a few minutes ago, they were just as alive as he was! Although they would soon become idiots who would rather die than live, however... Forget it, he might as well consider how to save the others who didn't get the talismans on them.

He moved faster than before, dodging another curved blade, slashing it with his left hand at an angle, aiming straight at the person's neck. Who would have thought that the person only stopped for a moment, the red light in his eyes grew brighter, the curved blade suddenly changed direction, and slashed horizontally at Han Wenyue at a much faster speed than before. Even someone as strong as Han Wenyue could not help but jump, and at the same time, two curved blades also attacked from behind.

Arabian knife skills are famous because of their vicious and tricky hacking angle. Just like Mongolian knife techniques, they are a kind of knife technique only used in war. The curvature of the saber caused the sharpness of the saber to be extremely high while the angle of the slash was slanted for the majority of the time. One had to know that although the force of the downward slash from the top was extremely great, the disadvantage was also extremely great. As long as the opponent was nimble and dodged, then the opponent would only need to counterattack to be able to easily kill him. Compared to the two above, a diagonal chop that almost encompassed the advantages of a normal chop and a horizontal chop was the best choice.

At this moment, the two daggers behind Han Wenyue were attacking him from a slanted angle. The two daggers took the form of an X, completely sealing off Han Wenyue's path of retreat. In front of them was an extremely fast horizontal slash.

"Be careful!" The safest player in the team, who had been paying attention to Han Wenyue's situation, cried out in alarm.

Han Wenyue was also covered in cold sweat. It seemed like he had been too careless. Any of the mistakes he made today had cost him his life! In a fit of excitement, the upper and lower back, one hand supporting the ground, a metal bridge avoided the first horizontal slash. With a twist of the waist, the hands supported the body on the head and feet, the body bouncing up like a spring and abruptly pierced through the blade light! This was none other than the movement of Qing Gong.

"Wow!" Hearing Ben's exclamation, Jack just so happened to see Han Wenyue dodge the blade. He lifted his leg to kick out an Arab warrior who had fallen who knows how many times before getting back up. He exclaimed in admiration, but in his heart he thought: When can I be like that as well? When the time comes, you don't have to spend your life everyday. Going to a good restaurant to make a movie is not as profitable as doing that.

Han Wenyi, who was in midair, had just let out a breath when she discovered more than ten people standing on the ground and shouting at her. Han Wenyue's heart turned cold. Was there anything more difficult to deal with than an enemy that wasn't afraid of being attacked? He did not have enough inner strength. Otherwise, the Pressure Point Technique would have been effective. Han Wenyue sighed. She could only injure them. Otherwise, if she was too tired, they would be fine.

Thinking of this, Han Wenyue's left foot stepped onto the back of her right foot. Her body rose up another 1m, blocking her fall. At the same time, her left hand formed a sword seal and she growled, "Flame Essence!" The sword behind his back fiercely vibrated, and there was a 'kacha' sound that sounded like the roar of a dragon. There was a flash of golden light and the sword had already left its sheath. The buzzing sound had not stopped yet.

Han Wenyue stretched out her right hand and grabbed at the sword hilt in the air. At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew past his side. A green shadow flashed, and the sword in close proximity was actually swept away by the green shadow, rapidly falling to the ground.

Han Wenyue was shocked. One must know that the value of this sword was secondary, but with its exterminating power, it could even be considered unrivalled in the world today. The first thought that popped up in his mind was to snatch it. However, when he was in the air, not only did he lose all his strength, his body was also blown out of balance by the force of the green shadow, falling towards the ground.

Han Wenyue thought to himself, "This is the end. Let's not talk about losing the sword, but the scimitar below is more than enough to send me to see the King of Hell."

Just as Han Wenyue was about to feel the blade penetrating her body, she suddenly heard a dull peng peng sound from below. Immediately afterwards, her back was forcefully pushed by someone. Using this momentum, she stood firmly on the ground. Only then did he realize that the Arab warriors who were brandishing their scimitars had fallen a few meters away, while Zhao Zhiqiu was standing beside him.

Han Wenyue was surprised. Zhao Zhiqiu must have saved him. Right now, Zhao Zhiqiu was the only one who had the skill, but the key point was that he had come to save her. What about Uncle? When he thought of this, he hastily turned his head to look in Ben's direction. For a moment, he even forgot about throwing a sword.

What was surprising was that the Arab soldiers who had been frantically attacking had at some point stopped moving. Their backs were slightly hunched, their arms were lowered, and their scimitars were almost dragging on the ground. The only things that remained were the red light shining from their eyes and the sound of their heavy breathing.

Han Wenyue let out a sigh of relief. She really didn't know if she would have had her heart collapse if she had repeated this action a few more times. "Turning around to thank Zhao Zhiqiu, he realized that he was facing a great enemy. His hands held his saber, his body was bent, and he wore an unprecedented expression of solemnity. He had no response to his thanks.

Following Zhao Zhiqiu's gaze, Han Wenyi was able to see that the green shadow was a person. The terrain was open, and the moonlight was so bright that it was almost impossible to see where he had come from. That person was tall and thin, about 190 centimeters, with thick eyebrows, a thick eyebrows, a thin face, and a beard that was about a foot long. He was black and elegant, about 50 years old, with a head of hair tied with a purple gold crown, wearing a green daoist robe, his long sleeves fluttering, and a long sword on his back. He was actually dressed in Daoist attire, under the moonlight, his body was covered with a layer of golden light, and his head was shining with a golden crown.

That person did not care about the surprised look on everyone's faces. Holding a sword in one hand and stroking the blade with the other, he chanted in a loud voice, "Fire Essence Sword, built two years ago by Da Lin Country. In the country of Yun, the country's national mountain was several hundred miles away from the divine metal. Its mountain has miasma, can not be taken lightly. If the ruler of the country Z had a way, then the divine iron would become a sword by itself. The light of the sword was like lightning, and the cut was as though it was made of mud. If one grinds it with old age, it will create smoke and flames; if one strikes it with metal and stone, it will ignite into flames. During the time of the Donder Sect, with the Fire Essence Sword, he left the inner hall and the Iron Suan Ni was smashed into pieces. It was like riding on the night sky and the attendants could see light shining from it for a few feet, that is, sword light. "

Han Wenyue became even more surprised. The other party was actually speaking in Chinese! What was even weirder was that when he checked through the countless ancient books, this person actually spoke without thinking! For a moment, his curiosity overcame his desire to snatch the sword.

A hoarse groan came from beside him, Han Wenyue came back to her senses. Seeing that Baha had recovered his consciousness, she struggled to stand up before hurriedly supporting him with a step, and asked softly, "Mr. Baha, are you alright?"

Ba Ha shook his head, he seemed to have sobered up a lot, but his expression was still somewhat stiff: "What happened? I only remember that my headache just now felt like it was going to split open. "

Han Wenyue did not know how to reply, and turned to look at the crowd. Baja followed his gaze and stood up in shock. "God! What happened? Why did this happen? What happened to my brothers? "What magic is this?"

Han Wenyue thought to himself: It seems like this Baha is truly different from the others. With just a glance, he noticed that the situation isn't right.

That person held onto the long sword and was in a daze. After hearing Ba Ha's shouts, he slightly frowned. He glanced at him and asked Han Wenyi: "Handsome boy, is this yours?"

Han Wenyue was surprised. Who said that? He replied, "Yes."

The person continued, "Do you know the origins of this sword?"

Han Wenyue thought, didn't you just say it out loud? He answered, "According to the records of the 'Du Yang's Compilation', this sword should have existed since the Tang Dynasty."

That person did not deny it and asked, "Do you know what's so special about this sword?"

"Behead the demons and exterminate the devils!" Han Wenyi blurted out this question without thinking.

That person seemed to be somewhat surprised. His eyebrows twitched as he laughed, "As the saying goes, the Spirit Sword Sect chooses a master to serve them. These words are not false."

Han Wenyue seemed to understand something, but just as he was pondering, the person continued, "Just now, the sword was trembling non-stop, and it almost flew out a few times. If it were not for the fact that this old man was suppressing it with his own power, any other person would have long ago let go of it. "The special part of this sword is that it is not something that it can use unless it is its own master."

Han Wenyue thought, but there was still two more? While carefully inspecting his sword, he had focused all of his attention on that strange person, so he did not feel anything unusual about his sword. Now that he looked again, the tip of his sword was indeed slightly trembling, and at the same time the light red glow on his sword was flowing unceasingly like water, like a restless child.

The man waved the sword in his hand, and continued: "Since it is called the Spirit Sword, then there must be something strange about it. This sword is made from nature, and the strength to eliminate demons and devils is truly rare, and it is second to none."

Seeing Han Wenyue listen in a daze, the man smiled, "The most unique part of this sword is not what this old man just mentioned. It has to be said that any spirit object or treasure has the ability to recognize a master, but if it is taken away by an outsider, if you spend some time cultivating it, no matter how powerful the treasure is, it will change hands. This sword was different. Once it recognized a master, no matter how strong or powerful the person outside was, they would be unable to practice it. "When the sword's owner died, it turned into a ray of golden light three days after its owner left to guard the sword. Since then, it has never appeared in the world, so the sword was also named without regret."

Only three people understood the person's words. Zhao Zhiqiu held his sabre with both hands and stared at the person, seemingly not interested in what he had said; Ben took out a small notebook and wrote something on it with a pen; the others stared at the person with their mouths wide open; only Han Wenyue was interested, thinking: Interesting, so this sword does not look like a dead object, but rather like a wife deeply in love with her husband. After that, he asked, "May I ask how do you know so much about this sword?"

The man was stunned and his face darkened. His expression became complicated for a moment. He then smiled and said, "To think that you are the master of this sword. You actually don't know anything. Oh, you have truly fallen into the dark."

Han Wenyue noticed the temporary change in that person's mood. Although she was very curious in her heart, she gave up on the idea of pursuing the matter. In her heart, she felt that this person wasn't bad. While he was still deep in thought, the man said, "Handsome boy, open up your palm."

Han Wenyue hesitated for a moment before extending her right hand.

That person smiled and loosened his grip on his sword. Everyone only saw a flash of golden light and the Fire Essence Sword flew back into Han Wenyue's hand.

"How is it?" That man smiled and said, "Even if you abandoned it thousands of miles away, the result would still be the same."

Han Wenyue was skeptical, but she didn't know what to say. She held the sword hilt back with her hand: "Sir, how may I address you?"

That person raised his eyebrows, "My name is Yuan Qiong, and my name is Ming Yuan. I am the famous mind clearing expert, Madman Yuan, of the martial arts world. I did not want to cause trouble, but after seeing this sword, I decided to reveal myself. Who would've thought that I would meet a righteous kid who chose you as his master?"

Han Wenyue said in her heart: "Clear heart of a person?" Famous? Never heard of it. Then he asked, "May I know what business you have here?"

The man frowned, but didn't answer Han Wenyue's question, "This spell will always make people unhappy." Looking around, he waved his hand, and the Arab warriors who were scattered all over the place began to back away, forming a circle around them. This time, even Ben's mouth was wide open. He was deeply impressed by the fact that the group of Arab warriors who had been crazily attacking with no regards for their lives had been able to calm down with just a gesture from this weirdo.

Baja jumped up and shouted at the man, "What did you do to my brothers? "Who are you?" It was not by luck that he had been able to become leader. His insight and the astonishing willpower he had displayed just now were outstanding. Everyone's attention was completely focused on that weird guy and they had almost forgotten about his existence. As for Bach Ha, he had been paying attention to that strange man. His calmness and impulsiveness made it hard for others to judge his character.

The man frowned, glanced at him, and did not answer.

The veins on Ba Ha's temples stood out, and he had a ferocious look on his face. As for his headscarf, it had been thrown to the side since the moment he struggled, revealing his messy short hair. He raised his hand and drew the scimitar hanging from his waist, shouting, "Answer me!" He had already rushed out.

Han Wenyue was also startled. Just looking at Baja's figure, it was impossible for him to be so fast. That person was standing right in the middle of Zhao Zhiqiu and Han Wenyue. Due to the previous fight, they were both roughly 7 to 8 meters apart. In just a short moment, Bach had already arrived in front of that person, raising his hand and slashing out.

In terms of speed and angle, this blade was much stronger than the Arab who fought against Han Wenyue and the others. Han Wenyue felt that if she didn't have a weapon in hand, she would have had a hard time dodging this crafty blade. Curious, he wanted to see how this weirdo who seemed to be an expert could dodge such a fast blade attack.

In the blink of an eye, the bright scimitar was already less than a foot away from the upper arm of the person, but the person still did not move. Ben could not help but exclaim out loud, and Han Wenyue was even more shocked, his heart suddenly becoming conflicted, most of the spells' best solution was to directly kill the caster, and the best way to save more than 20 Arabs was probably right in front of him. However, this weirdo was actually from Z Nation, and no one would be willing to see such an outcome if their compatriots were killed by someone else. As for the others, they were already prepared to admire the blood that was about to splash all over the sky.

However, just as the scimitar was about to touch the man's arm, it stopped. Ben was only able to utter half of his exclamation. When everyone came back to their senses, they realized that the person had used his index finger and middle finger to block Bach's extremely fast slash!

Han Wenyi's mind buzzed and she cried out involuntarily: "Diamond Finger Force?!" However, the reason was not because it was not recorded, but because no one knew how to practice it. It was said that once one practiced this kind of martial arts to the upper echelons, one's fingers could be used as a weapon. As long as one's inner strength was deep enough, one could become invincible, not to mention a person's flesh and blood.

Hearing that, the man turned his head and smiled at Han Wenyue, but he did not comment. He waved his hand with the blade edge and said softly: "You only have so much brute force, yet you dare make a move? "Go on!" With just the strength of two fingers, he had actually thrown Baja's massive body out.

Baja flew out nearly ten meters before coming to a halt. He landed on the ground and raised a cloud of dust. He struggled to get up, but to no avail. In the end, he fell to the ground, his eyes full of hatred. He stared at the man as he cursed at him. The surroundings became extremely quiet. Other than Baha's and the 20 + Arab's with red eyes, there were no other sounds. Even Han Wenyue, who was a martial arts expert, had a look of amazement on his face.

The silence lasted for a full minute, and everyone's eyes were focused on that person. That person seemed to be satisfied with the current situation, and nodded his head, waving his sleeve. This time, he said to Zhao Zhiqiu, "Just now, you kept looking left and right.

He had sensed from the fight that there was an abnormally strong opponent hiding in the darkness. This animal like instinct had saved his life more than once, and he was completely sure that this was the case. However, to be exposed by his opponent so quickly was beyond his expectations.

"What should we do?" Han Wenyue was lost in thought again. "Although we can confirm that he's the culprit, there's no hope for that. Even if everyone on our side were to add up, it probably wouldn't even last a minute for him. He could only hope that he was as harmless as he acted. Otherwise, he would be at the mercy of others. Sigh, I'll just take it one step at a time. I didn't expect that such a huge problem would occur at the very beginning of the mission and that it would implicate this uncle of mine. But why did he need to return the sword? It had to be known that not only was this sword priceless, but according to him, it was a rare spiritual object in the world. Furthermore, based on his skills alone, it's extremely easy for him to take their lives, and yet he doesn't kill them. " For a moment, his mind was in a mess, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Just as Han Wenyi's mind was in a state of confusion, that person spoke again: "Since you've put on airs for so long, it'll be hard for you. Come up and play with this old man. From your previous performance, this old man won't help."

Zhao Zhiqiu's body shot out like an arrow. His speed was not any slower than Ba Ha's. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the weirdo, who was seven or eight meters away.