"You alone dare to block the road?"
Gong Xing The corners of his mouth curved into a cruel arc, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
He came here today just to wash Fang Clan with blood, to wash away the humiliation suffered by the Gong Clan with the blood of the Fang Clan, and to comfort his younger brother Gong Bao and the souls of his dead clansmen in heaven.
"Death!"
His figure suddenly blurred, and he flew towards the Fang Clan crowd like a ghost. The light on his claws flickered, and with a shrill sound of breaking through the air, he went straight to the throat of Fang Lingyuan, who was standing at the front.
The speed is so fast that it far exceeds the reaction limit of Fang Lingyuan!
Fang Lingyuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt a breath of death instantly envelope his body.
He wanted to dodge and block, but his body seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, and he had no time to react effectively.
Seeing that the sharp claws shining with cold light were about to touch Fang Lingyuan's skin--
"Whoosh!"
A green shadow suddenly appeared like tearing through the void, faster than it could be captured by vision.
"Qiang!"
The crisp sound of gold and iron exploded, and sparks flew everywhere!
A Dark Cyan long sword arrived first and blocked the fatal claw with incomparable accuracy.
The energy burst out, causing ripples in the dust on the ground.
Gong Xing felt a concentrated and majestic force coming from his claws, which blocked his attack, and his body could not help but stagnate slightly.
He looked intently and saw a tall figure standing in front of Fang Lingyuan, holding a dark green sword and fluttering clothes. It was Fang Han.
"Clan Head, leave this to me, you guys stay back!"
Fang Han didn't look back, his voice was as calm as water, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.
Fang Clan As if they had received an amnesty, everyone quickly retreated to the front hall and corridor, leaving a large space free. Everyone's face was full of horror and joy.
I was horrified by the terrifying strength of Gong Xing, but I was glad that Fang Han arrived in time.
"You are...Azure Profound Sect True Disciple Fang Han?"
Gong Xing's eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at Fang Han, looking up and down.
The sword strike just now was exquisite in terms of speed, strength and timing, and was definitely beyond the capabilities of an ordinary sixth-grade warrior.
Fang Han Azure Profound Sect True Disciple disciple's identity is certain.
What he didn't expect was that Fang Han was so young.
'This son... is actually so young! And his strength... is stronger than what his father described!'
Gong Xing The murderous intention surged in his heart like a tide.
Fang Han is younger than he expected. He became a disciple of True Disciple at such a young age. Such talent is simply astonishing.
If it is allowed to grow, it will become a serious problem in the future.
Today, this son must be killed here!
"Nether Pavilion ranked twenty-sixth True Disciple Gong Xing..."
Fang Han was also looking at Gong Xing, his eyes were calm, but his heart was filled with fear.
He had just hastily caught the opponent's claw, and although he didn't lose, he could clearly feel the cold, sharp and condensed Internal Qi coming from the opponent's claw, as well as the weird claw force that seemed to be able to tear everything apart.
This Gong Xing's cultivation has reached the limit of the late sixth stage, and it is probably only one step away from breaking through to the fifth stage!
If he had not broken through to the late stage of the sixth level and his strength had greatly increased, he would never have been able to take that claw so easily.
This old brand True Disciple really deserves its reputation!
"Fang Han!"
Gong Xing's voice was hoarse, filled with deep-seated hatred and murderous intent.
"Kill my brother Gong Bao, massacre my people, and cut off my father's right arm! Today, I will take your life, wash Fang Clan with blood, and seek justice for me Gong Clan!"
Fang Han pointed Flowing Wind Sword diagonally at the ground, Sword Qi said nothing, his tone was calm but with a bone-chilling chill.
"What's fair? You Gong Clan covet my Fang Clan silver mine. You take it first by force, then by force. If Non-Self rushed back in time, I, Fang Clan, would have been poisoned by you long ago."
"The deaths of Gong Bao and others are all your own fault! You, Gong Clan, are not worthy of justice!"
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth! Come and die!"
Naturally, Gong Xing would not care if his own side was at fault first. It was normal for him to think that the weak should prey on the strong. If he killed his own Lineage people, he would pay with his life.
"Whoosh!"
Without saying any more words, his figure suddenly swayed, as if Shadowveil transformed into several twisted shapes, rushing towards Fang Han from different angles.
As the claws waved, dark claw shadows spread out, mysterious and unpredictable, with a biting cold air, covering all the vital parts of Fang Han's body.
It is the Nether Pavilion High Grade claw method mentioned in the Rain Listening Hall's information about Gong Xing--<Nether Shadow Claw>.
It has reached Greater Accomplishment and is close to the Perfection Realm!
The claw wind was so shrill that the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a tooth-piercing scream!
"You will be the one who dies!"
Fang Han's eyes flashed, and his late sixth-grade cultivation exploded without reservation.
Using <Flowing Wind Shadowless Step> under his feet, his body shape was like wind and lightning, leaving behind a series of afterimages on the spot, and skillfully shuttled between the gaps of the claw shadows in the sky.
At the same time, the Flowing Wind Sword in his hand let out a clear and deafening sword sound, and the Greater Accomplishment level <Wind Shadow Fatal Sword> took action boldly.
Wherever the sword light rises, the true meaning of the samadhi of weirdness, ultimate kill, and swiftness is fully revealed!
The sword moves are sometimes like poisonous snakes spitting messages, cunning and ruthless, specializing in the subtle flaws in the connection of Gong Xing moves.
Sometimes it is like a hurricane passing by, tearing apart the claw shadow with absolute speed and fierceness.
From time to time, numerous sword shadows appear, making it difficult to tell the true from the false.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding... boom! boom! boom!"
The sound of swords and claws clashing sounded like exploding beans, mixed with the dull roar of violent collision of energy.
The two of them were fighting fast, and their figures flashed, collided, separated, and collided again in the open space in the front yard.
The light of the sword cuts through the sky like a dragon, and the shadow of the claws crisscrosses the sky like a ghost!
The sharp Sword Qi collided and annihilated wildly with the cold claw wind, and the resulting terrifying shock wave spread around like a strong wind sweeping down fallen leaves.
The ground paved with bluestone slabs was plowed with deep marks and stone chips flying everywhere.
The surrounding flowers, plants and trees were crushed to pieces by the escaping energy.
Even the eaves tiles in the distance were shaken to pieces.
Fang Clan Everyone was forced to retreat again and again by the horrific aftermath of the battle, until they retreated into the front hall. Through the doors and windows, they looked at the scene that looked like a battle between ghosts and gods. Their faces turned pale and their hearts were shocked.
This is Seven Sects True Disciple disciple level battle?
"Ding ding ding--"
During the fierce fight, Fang Han moved his sword like flying, blocking, dodging, and counterattacking with incomparable precision, and his control over the sword moves was superb.
Every sword burst out with great power.
Although his <Wind Shadow Fatal Sword> first entered Greater Accomplishment not long ago, his level is slightly inferior to <Nether Shadow Claw> who is close to the Perfection Realm.
But <Wind Shadow Fatal Sword> itself is a being in High Grade Sword Technique that is famous for its powerful power, treacherousness and lethality. The power it unleashes is beyond the ordinary High Grade martial arts skills.
Even though the realm is slightly inferior, he still has the upper hand!
"Tsk!"
With a flash of sword light, the sword in Fang Han's hand penetrated the layers of claw shadows like a ghost, and opened a bloody gash an inch deep on Gong Xing's left arm. The blood instantly stained his sleeves red.
"You actually... made me hurt?"
Gong Xing groaned, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, looking at Fang Han with eyes full of shock and rage.
He was actually injured, by a junior who had just been promoted to True Disciple.
"Fang Han, I want you to die!"
Gong Xing went completely crazy and had no reservations at all. The extreme cultivation level of the late sixth stage exploded regardless of Internal Qi's rapid consumption, and the aura around him rose again.
The ghostly light above the two claws flourished, and the claw wind became more fierce and vicious. The offensive poured down on Fang Han like a violent storm, and actually suppressed Fang Han in turn.
"..."
Fang Han suddenly felt the pressure increase greatly, and the sword moves were no longer as smooth as before. He could only rely on his subtlety Body Movement to deal with it and occasionally counterattack, but it was difficult to injure the opponent easily.
Seeing that a condensed and solid dark claw wind was about to catch Fang Han's right shoulder, if it had been caught firmly, the entire arm would have been destroyed.
"Whoops--!"
Fang Han's eyes were sharp, and his feet <Flowing Wind Shadowless Step> were pushed to the extreme. His body seemed to be melting into the wind, and he moved three feet sideways out of thin air at the last moment, narrowly avoiding this fatal claw.
At the same time, he flicked his wrist, and Flowing Wind Sword turned into a cyan lightning that tore through the sky, shot up at an incredible angle, and pierced the empty door under Gong Xing's ribs.
Excellent grasp of fighter planes!
"Pfft!"
Gong Xing didn't expect that Fang Han could launch such a fierce counterattack while trying to dodge with all his strength. In a hurry, it was no longer enough to claw back to block, so he had to twist and dodge.
Although the tip of the sword did not penetrate hard, the sharp Sword Qi still left a bloody trace on his ribs.
"Chi chi chi -"
Fang Han is unyielding when he gains the upper hand. <Flowing Wind Shadowless Step> spreads out with all its strength, and its body moves around Gong Xing like a ghost.
The sword light was like a waterfall, attacking Gong Xing's vitals from all directions.
Relying on the advantage of the Proficiency Realm level High Grade Body Movement, Fang Han once again regained the situation, but suppressed Gong Xing.
"I'm actually at a disadvantage!"
Gong Xing became more frightened the more he was beaten, and his body began to receive a series of deep or shallow wounds. Although they were not fatal, they were dripping with blood and looked miserable. He was completely at a disadvantage.
He was shocked and angry, and felt a strong sense of humiliation.
I am a dignified Nether Pavilion veteran True Disciple, but I was forced into such a situation by a Beginner stage newcomer who is only a few years old!
"Ah! Go to hell!"
A trace of madness flashed in Gong Xing's eyes. He ignored Fang Han's sword stabbing his body and grabbed Fang Han's head and chest with both claws with the momentum of mutual destruction.
He actually wanted to trade his injuries for his life!
"Whoops--!"
Fang Han remained calm in the face of danger, his eyes were as cold as iron, and he did not flinch at all.
His mind was spinning, and the sword stabbing Gong Xing's heart remained unchanged, but his wrist trembled imperceptibly, and the tip of the sword trembled, turning into three cold stars, covering several large acupuncture points in Gong Xing's heart.
At the same time, the footwork changed, and the body moved to the side like catkins in the wind, trying to avoid Gong Xing's fatal blow as much as possible.
"Pfft!"
Flowing Wind Sword was the first to hit, and the sharp sword blade tore Gong Xing's protective body Internal Qi, leaving a hideous wound on his chest that was deep enough to show bone, and blood spurted out wildly.
"Uh-huh!"
Gong Xing let out a miserable howl, but the sharp claws also grabbed Fang Han's left arm with force.
"Stab it!"
Golden Silk Soft Armor The robe on Fang Han's left hand, which could not be protected, instantly shattered, revealing three deep claw marks.
What made his heart sink even more was that a strange numbness quickly spread from the injured part of his left hand.
"Toxic!"
Fang Han took advantage of the force and flew backwards several feet. After landing, he staggered two steps to stabilize his body, his face turned slightly pale.
He looked down at the wound on his hand, his eyes cold.