"Dang--!"
The fists and swords collided violently again, making a loud noise that was far duller and more violent than before!
The energy exploded with the center of the collision point, ripples visible to the naked eye spread out, and the dust on the ground was raised three feet high.
The bodies of Fang Han and Black-Clad Youth were both shaken. They each slid back a few steps before they released the huge force and stabilized their bodies.
'This person's strength cannot be compared to the other four, it is extremely difficult!'
Fang Han The arm holding the sword was slightly numb, Azure Edge Sword was shaking slightly.
The scorching and vicious Internal Qi coming from the opponent's gloves was like a gangrene attached to the bone, trying to erode the meridians, and was forcibly resolved by his operation <Wind-Following Art>.
He looked at his opponent with a solemn gaze, feeling awe-inspiring in his heart.
This Black-Clad Youth is the most troublesome existence among his peers that he has ever fought against.
"Interesting!"
Black-Clad Youth shook his slightly red fist, and his eyes, which were originally filled with amusement and evil aura, were astonishingly bright at this moment.
Like a hunter who discovered a rare treasure, he locked onto Fang Han, filled with unabashed excitement and fighting spirit.
He licked his slightly dry lips, and his voice was hoarse and excited, like he was discovering prey.
"I thought this trip would be boring, but I didn't expect to meet an opponent like you. You are ten times better than those four losers who made me even less interested in taking action!"
He paused after speaking, raised his chin slightly, and spoke loudly with a sense of pride that belonged to a genius from a large sect.
"I am the disciple of the Nether Pavilion, Mo Yuan, Azure Profound Sect. You are qualified to let me remember it. Tell me your name!"
His voice was not quiet and could be heard clearly throughout the audience.
Liu Ye, who was watching the battle nervously not far away, heard this and didn't care that the four of them were being underestimated. His face suddenly changed and he cried out in a low voice.
"Mo Yuan? He is the Mo Yuan who ranks fifth among the new Beginner stage disciples of the Nether Pavilion this year? It is said that his boxing skills are fierce and extremely difficult to deal with!"
Sun Ming, Bai Feng and others also looked more solemn.
Nether Pavilion is as famous as Azure Profound Sect. The new disciple is ranked fifth. He has extremely high gold content and is by no means easy to compete with.
Fang Han's heart also moved slightly, Nether Pavilion's new disciple is fifth... no wonder he has such strength.
With a calm expression on his face, he faced Mo Yuan's burning gaze, knowing that there was no point in concealing it. With his current ranking in Zi Courtyard, the other party would be able to find out with a little inquiry.
"Azure Profound Sect, Zi Courtyard Fang Han."
His voice was clear, neither high nor low, but it had a quiet power of its own.
"Fang Han... Okay, I will remember you!"
Mo Yuan's eyes became more excited, and the aura of cold, cold, and hotness around his body rose again.
"The warm-up is over. Next, let me see your true strength!"
"Mo Yuan, although you and I have some differences, fighting here is of no benefit to you and me, why don't we just let it go?"
Fang Han frowned slightly. Although he was not afraid, the mission of this trip was very important and he did not want to cause trouble.
"Stop? It's hard to find someone who can fight, you want me to stop? Fang Han, watch the punch!"
Mo Yuan obviously doesn't want to let it go.
Before he finished speaking, he rose up again. This time, his speed was faster and his punches were stronger.
'Nether Fire Twin Dragons!'
The dark red gloves on both fists seemed to come to life, and dark flame patterns circulated, bringing up afterimages, like two poisonous fire dragons that choose people to eat, attacking Fang Han in two directions.
Before the wind of the fist arrived, the hot and sinister air pressure already made it difficult to breathe.
"Buzz--"
Fang Han's eyes turned cold, knowing that this battle was unavoidable and there was only one fight.
The Internal Qi of Ninth-rank late stage in the body is rushing endlessly, and the <Startling Swan Step> is pushed to the extreme. The body shape is like a lotus leaf in the wind, swaying when there is no space to escape, avoiding the most violent punches.
At the same time, Azure Edge Sword let out a clear sword cry, and Minor Accomplishment level <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> was used with all its strength.
'Wind Splitting Shadow Sweep!'
The sword light was no longer simply swift, but also possessed an extreme cohesion and penetrating power, as if it could tear apart the wind.
The tip of the sword trembled and turned into several cold stars, targeting the weak points in the Mo Yuan boxing technique and the vital points of the whole body with extremely precise precision.
"Well done!"
Mo Yuan laughed wildly, his fist posture remained unchanged, and he was attacking with attack without giving in.
His boxing skills were fierce and strange, sometimes wide open and closed, sometimes cunning and cruel, and the corrosive power of the ghost fire Internal Qi constantly tried to interfere with Fang Han's Internal Qi operation.
The two fought fiercely together again, this time, it was more dangerous and fierce than before!
In the field, only two figures, one green and one black, were seen rapidly intersecting and colliding, and the shadows of swords, light and fists were dazzling.
The sound of gold and iron clashing, and the sound of bursting energy are endless.
The bluestone slabs on the ground were cracked by trampling and were blown away by force, leaving a mess. The onlookers retreated again and again, their faces full of horror.
Liu Ye and Wang Meng held their weapons tightly, their palms covered in cold sweat.
They could see that Fang Han and Mo Yuan were far more powerful than them, and they couldn't get involved in this battle.
'Wind Momentum!'
Fang Han is highly concentrated and integrates "Wind Momentum" into every change of Sword Technique, making the sword moves more and more agile and unpredictable.
He found that Mo Yuan Internal Qi had both scorching heat and cold characteristics, making it extremely difficult to deal with. Moreover, its Body Movement was not weak at all, and could always avoid his killing moves with great difficulty.
'Stronger than expected!'
Mo Yuan is also getting more and more unexpected.
He relied on his extraordinary talent and found few rivals among the Nether Pavilion's new disciples.
But he didn't expect that the other party's Sword Technique was exquisite, and Body Movement was even more slippery. Especially the "power" contained in the sword could faintly restrain the erosion of his ghost fire Internal Qi.
"Dang Dang Dang -"
The fierce fight lasted for nearly a stick of incense, and the breaths of both of them became a little turbid.
The high-intensity battle quickly depleted the two people's internal energy and physical strength.
'The winner must be determined as soon as possible!"
Fang Han frowned slightly.
As a new player in Ninth-rank late stage, his internal cutting volume is obviously not as good as Mo Yuan. If he continues to fight fiercely, he may lose.
The winner must be determined as soon as possible.
Another fierce fight, the moment when the two people's bodies staggered and separated again.
Fang Han's eyes flashed.
'Startling Swan Flash!'
He touched the ground with his toes, and a move in <Startling Swan Step> suddenly broke out, and his speed instantly increased by 30%.
The figure cuts into the middle door of Mo Yuan like a ghost.
Azure Edge Sword turned into a light cyan electric light, no longer pursuing range, but condensing all the power on the tip of the sword.
"Tsk--!"
This sword was so fast that it exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could capture.
With a determination that tears everything apart, he stabbed Mo Yuan's left shoulder.
It's not a vital point, but if it is stabbed, it will be enough to temporarily lose part of its combat effectiveness.
Mo Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, Fang Han The sudden burst of speed was completely beyond his expectation.
He twisted around desperately and blocked hastily with his right fist.
"Poof!"
The tip of the sword passed by. Although most of the force was blocked by the glove, the sharp sword edge still tore the black clothes on Mo Yuan's shoulders, leaving a three-inch-long blood gash. The blood gushed out instantly and stained the skirt of the clothes red.
Mo Yuan groaned, staggered back a few steps, covered the wound with his left hand, and for the first time a look of shock appeared on his face.
He was quite confident in his own strength, but he didn't expect that he would be the first to be injured and would be at a disadvantage.
"Mo Yuan!"
The other four Nether Pavilion disciples were shocked when they saw this. They immediately rushed forward and protected Mo Yuan. They stared at Fang Han with great vigilance. Their weapons were unsheathed, and the atmosphere was instantly tense again.
Mo Yuan stared at Fang Han with fighting intent in his eyes, as if he wanted to fight again.
"Mo Yuan, the mission is urgent!"
An older Nether Pavilion disciple whispered urgent advice.
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time!"
Mo Yuan's expression changed. He looked at the wound on his shoulder, then took a deep look at Fang Han who was standing with a sword in his hand. Although his breathing was slightly short but his eyes were still calm, he finally suppressed the idea of taking action.
"Fang Han... I have remembered this sword today!"
There was unabashed determination in his voice.
"Next time I see you, I will pay you back!"
After saying that, he stopped stopping and winked at his four companions.
The five Nether Pavilion disciples retreated quickly and quickly disappeared into the crowd at the corner of the street. Their movements were crisp and clean.
Fang Han did not stop them, but silently watched them disappear.
Although he is slightly better, if the other five people really try their best, he will not be able to keep the opponent's confidence, but may put Liu Ye and others in danger.
Besides, during the mission, it is better to do less than to do more.
He slowly sheathed his sword and calmed down the turbulent Internal Qi in his body.
The battle with Mo Yuan took a lot of energy, but it also gave him a clearer understanding of his own strength, and he also gained an additional level of understanding of the use of <Wind Splitting Sword Technique>.
"Fang Han, are you okay?"
Liu Ye Four people quickly gathered around and asked with concern.
"It's okay, it's just that the consumption of Internal Qi is a bit serious."
Fang Han shook his head, looked at the messy market, and said to Liu Ye.
"Senior Sister Liu, please communicate with the Xu Clan and compensate these damaged stall owners. I will pay the expenses."
"There is no need for you to compensate us. This conflict was caused by us. Just the two of us will be responsible for the compensation."
Sun Ming and Bai Feng said quickly.
Fang Han did not shirk, after all, he came to the rescue in the first place, and there was really no reason to ask him to compensate due to circumstances.
After such a thing happened, the five people no longer wanted to hang around. After handling the compensation matters with the help of the Xu Clan, they returned to the Xu Mansion together.
At the dinner, Xu Clan Head Xu Rong was full of enthusiasm and toasted frequently.
Fang Han could feel that Xu Rong's eyes stayed on him several times. Compared with the first meeting, there was obviously a little more imperceptible scrutiny.
You should have heard the details of the previous battle from the subordinate Xu Clan.
After the banquet, Fang Han returned to the elegant guest room arranged by the Xu Clan.
Not long after I sat down to adjust my breath, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"Master Fang, old slave Xu Yan, on the order of Clan Head, came here to pay my respects."
A respectful voice sounded.
"Please come in."
Fang Han opened his eyes, doubts arose in his heart, stood up and opened the door.
A middle-aged man with a lean face wearing butler's clothes walked in. He was the butler who stood behind Xu Rong during the dinner.
He was holding a seemingly ordinary dark envelope in his hand.
"Butler Xu came to visit late at night. I wonder if you have any advice?"
Fang Han stood up and looked at the envelope in Xu Yan's hand with doubtful eyes.
Xu Yan presented the envelope with both hands with a humble smile on his face.
"Mr. Fang, my Clan Head special old slave sent you some kind thoughts. I hope you will accept it."