Chapter 796: Blockage

"We can't let them go!" Zhao Dahai shouted after killing another monster.

Zhao Dahai knew that once Xu Hui and others left safely, Wu Fan could use the strange ability he had before to avoid their siege. At that time, they would have no way to deal with Wu Fan.

The elders of Zhujian Villa heard Zhao Dahai's words, forced their opponents to retreat, and chased after Xu Hui and others.

"Stop them!" Wu Fan shouted.

Then, the demon warriors were like crazy, blocking the elders of Zhujian Villa, and attacked the elders fearlessly, with a desperate posture.

The strength of the demon warriors was only in the early stage of Huajin. Although they had the bonus of the battle flag, they could only reach the middle stage of Huajin. They were completely at a disadvantage in the face of the elders of Zhujian Villa.

However, at this time, they were fighting for their lives and did not care about defense at all, which made the elders of Zhujian Villa a little cautious. Their movements were quite conservative, and they were stopped for a while.

However, there was one person who was not stopped. This person was Han Song, the elder of Zhujian Villa!

Like Zhao Dahai, Han Song also had the cultivation of the early stage of Xiantian. Although there seemed to be only one realm difference between the peak of Huajin and the early stage of Xiantian, most practitioners could not cross this realm in their lifetime. Similarly, once they crossed it, their own strength would change dramatically.

This is why Wu Fan was able to kill Elder Xu without much difficulty before, but when facing Zhao Dahai, who was only one realm higher than Elder Xu, he was restricted everywhere.

At this time, Han Song easily got rid of the entanglement of the demon warriors with his super strength and rushed over here.

Wu Fan was not timid. He drew his sword and did not retreat but advanced, killing Han Song.

Liu Yaner and others had just left. They needed time, and what Wu Fan had to do now was to delay the people of Zhujian Villa and buy time for them!

"Dang!"

The swords in Wu Fan and Han Song's hands collided with each other. Wu Fan immediately felt a huge force, which passed through the hilt to his arm. His arm was numb and he almost couldn't hold the long sword in his hand.

"Give up, you are not my opponent." Han Song stood with the sword and looked at Wu Fan.

"Do you want me to surrender?" Wu Fan sneered: "Don't even think about it!"

"In fact, you don't have to die." Han Song hesitated and said: "You can surrender to my Sword Casting Villa, or tell my manor about the forging skills you use. I can plead with the owner of the manor to let you live."

Han Song still loves talents. Wu Fan has such superb forging skills at a young age. He must have unlimited potential in the future. This is a genius in forging that is rare in a hundred years. It is a pity that he died like this.

However, Han Song himself is the elder of the Sword Casting Villa, and he also needs to consider the Sword Casting Villa. Therefore, letting Wu Fan surrender to their Sword Casting Villa, or actively handing over the forging skills, in his opinion, is the best of both worlds.

However, Wu Fan sneered again when he heard Han Song's suggestion: "Dream on!"

"Well, don't blame my men for being ruthless." Han Song sighed. After all, he was for Zhujian Villa and attacked Wu Fan again.

Wu Fan stopped talking, but his face was solemn. The master of the innate realm was not his opponent now, but in order to buy time for Liu Yan'er and others, he had to fight.

"Hah!"

When Wu Fan was on guard, Han Song suddenly shouted, and the long sword slashed diagonally. A sharp sword energy flew from the blade. Wu Fan only felt that the surrounding space seemed to be split by Han Song, and a wave-like sword energy rushed towards him at a very fast speed.

Fortunately, Wu Fan's agility attribute was not low, and his speed was not slow. He jumped to the side and avoided this sword energy.

However, before Wu Fan could breathe a sigh of relief, another sword energy came, not one, but several, rushing from top to bottom, left to right, blocking all directions around Wu Fan.

Wu Fan's face changed, he lowered his body, and the whole person had already drilled into the ground.

"Boom!"

The several sword energies intersected where Wu Fan had just stood. They did not hit Wu Fan, but they collided with each other, making a huge roar and causing waves of air.

"Is this the strange ability that the owner of the manor mentioned before?" Seeing Wu Fan suddenly disappear from in front of him, Han Song's face was both curious and vigilant. This ability was indeed strange. Whether it was used to avoid attacks, escape, or assassinate, it was quite sharp.

No wonder the owner of the manor wanted to kill Wu Fan at all costs. To be an enemy of someone with such a strange ability, he would definitely live a life of fear in the future, because the other party would appear around him at any time and anywhere. As long as he was a little careless, he would die at the hands of the other party.

Han Song looked at the ground around him vigilantly. Although he could not determine Wu Fan's specific location, he knew that Wu Fan was around him. He also believed that with his ability and reaction speed, as long as Wu Fan dared to show his head, he could find the other party in the first time and attack him.

However, Wu Fan fought with Han Song just to delay time. He also knew that with his current strength, he was no match for Han Song, so he would not fight hard. He would just waste time with him.

Han Song knew that it was not a good idea to let Wu Fan lurk around him all the time. He had to force him to show up, and the method was very simple, which was to continue to hunt down Liu Yaner and others.

Sure enough, Han Song had just chased Liu Yaner and the others a few steps when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. Without thinking, he turned around and swung his sword. As expected, there was a sound of weapons colliding, and Wu Fan, who had just disappeared, appeared behind him.

After failing to hit him, Wu Fan wanted to continue hiding underground and play guerrilla warfare with the opponent, not seeking to kill the opponent, but only to delay the opponent.

"Don't even think about leaving!" Han Song suddenly raised his leg and kicked over. The speed was so fast that it was not much slower than Wu Fan's continuous kick.

"Bang!"

Wu Fan, who was halfway underground, was kicked straight. The huge force made him keep retreating with half of his body underground, leaving a long gully on the ground.

Wu Fan glanced at Han Song, spit out blood, endured the pain, and drilled into the ground again.

Han Song looked at the place where Wu Fan left, turned around and continued to go in the direction where Liu Yaner and the others left.

Swish!

Wu Fan appeared again, but this time he did not appear behind Han Song, but appeared on his side. Han Song's reaction was still not slow. He swung his sword to block Wu Fan's attack, and then took the opportunity to give Wu Fan a palm, knocking Wu Fan back again.