"Fang Han..."
When he saw Fang Han's appearance and Azure Profound Sect True Disciple's clothes, the corners of Meng Xian's mouth slowly raised a cold and playful arc.
His voice had a hint of hoarse magnetism, but was so cold that there was no warmth at all.
"It's really hard to find anything after wearing iron shoes. Although Gong Xing that trash broke the rules and deserved his death, no matter what, he was still me Nether Pavilion True Disciple."
"The cabinet has already issued an order to kill you Fang Han without mercy. Today, it is time to settle the old and new accounts together."
His eyes passed over Cloudsplitter Sword held tightly by Fang Han, and finally settled on Fang Han's face, with a cat and mouse-like banter.
"Hand over the <Black Tortoise True Art> you are carrying, and I, True Disciple, may be merciful and leave you a whole body."
His tone was calm, but it contained unquestionable dominance and confidence.
He is not afraid at all that Fang Han will be forced into a desperate situation and destroy the secret book, because he is confident that with his own strength, he can easily subdue Fang Han and seize the secret book before Fang Han makes any changes.
"Keep the whole body intact?"
Fang Han's face was extremely solemn, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.
The pressure Meng Xian put on him far exceeded any previous opponent.
Although he is quite confident in his current strength, he knows that his true combat power is far beyond the limits of Prodigy Ranking 81.
He was even confident that he could crush many higher-ranked geniuses, but facing Meng Xian, who ranked seventeenth, he clearly knew that in a head-on confrontation, the chances of winning were slim.
However, it is definitely not his character to sit still and wait for death.
He secretly mobilized the Internal Qi in his body, and the tip of the Flowing Cloud Sword trembled slightly, making a subtle buzzing, and a sharp Sword Intent began to condense.
At the same time, his left hand quietly retracted into his sleeve and clasped the cold and heavy Thunderbolt Pellet.
This is his only trump card that may give him a chance to win.
As for giving up the seriously injured Zhao Jin and escaping, he would never do that unless absolutely necessary.
"The mantis is trying to act like a chariot, and he overestimates his own capabilities!"
When Meng Xian saw that Fang Han not only did not surrender, but instead assumed a fighting stance, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into deep contempt and disdain.
Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand casually, pointed it like the palm of his hand, and patted forward lightly.
"Boom--"
This palm seems slow, but is actually as fast as lightning.
In the palm of the hand, a majestic and vast darkness Internal Qi spurted out, and instantly condensed into a huge, solid palm print with a radius of several feet!
On the palm print, the lines are clear, surrounded by dense black energy, with a terrifying power that shakes mountains, like a dark cloud covering the top, it shoots down towards Fang Han.
Before the palm print came, the terrifying pressure had already solidified the air around Fang Han, his movements became extremely sluggish, and the ground beneath his feet was cracked.
'Void Sundering!'
Fang Han's pupils tightened and he let out a low drink.
The initial <Mystic Wind Art>Internal Qi in Fourth Grade within the body exploded without reservation, and the Greater Accomplishment level <Void-Sundering Nine Swords> meaning was pushed to the limit.
He held the sword with both hands, Flowing Cloud Sword let out a scream like cracking silk, and the blue light on the sword exploded.
"Wind Momentum", which reached 70%, gathered and compressed crazily, turning into a cyan rainbow that was so condensed that it seemed to be able to tear the void apart, and bravely faced the huge dark palm print.
This is the strongest blow he can deliver at the moment!
"Boom--!!!"
The cyan sword rainbow collided with the dark palm prints, causing a deafening loud noise!
The two terrifying forces intertwined and annihilated wildly, and the resulting shock wave swept around like a tsunami.
The surrounding vegetation was uprooted, and a layer of the ground was scraped off.
However, the gap is huge.
The cyan sword rainbow only lasted for a moment, then let out an overwhelmed wail in front of the absolute power and collapsed.
Although the dark palm print was dimmed a bit, it still had residual terrifying power and struck hard on the body of Fang Han who was blocking with the horizontal sword.
"Dang--poof!"
Fang Han felt like being hit by a heavy hammer. Flowing Cloud Sword who blocked it was pressed hard by the huge force and hit hard on the chest.
Even with inner armor to protect his body, an indescribable force still penetrated his body.
His throat felt sweet, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably.
The whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hit the ground several feet away, and rolled several times before barely stopping.
After just one fight, Fang Han was seriously injured and defeated!
"Now, do you know the difference? Hand over the secret book and I'll give you pleasure."
Meng Xian retracted his palms and stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at Fang Han who was struggling to get up, as if he had just swatted away a fly.
Fang Han felt as if his internal organs had been displaced, his bones all over his body were about to burst, and he was in excruciating pain.
But the sharpness in his eyes has not diminished, but has become colder due to the dangerous situation.
He placed his sword on the ground with his right hand to support his body, and clasped Thunderbolt Pellet tightly in his sleeve with his left hand. His inner strength was quietly pouring into him, preparing for the final fight.
At this critical moment--
Another powerful, cold, but vaguely familiar aura made Fang Han feel it, like the dawn breaking through, approaching rapidly from another direction!
This aura is no less powerful than Meng Xian, with a faint air of awe-inspiring purity and purity.
Meng Xian's face changed slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look.
I saw a graceful figure, like a nine-day fairy coming to earth, with fluttering clothes and an astonishing speed.
After a few ups and downs, he passed through the forest and landed lightly in front of Fang Han and Zhao Jin, just in between them and Meng Xian.
The person who came was wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Azure Profound Sect True Disciple. He had a slim figure and a cold temperament.
The face was covered with a piece of pure white gauze, covering most of the face, revealing only a pair of eyes as clear as a cold pool, but as deep as a sea of stars.
The black hair is like a waterfall, tied up with a simple hosta. Although the whole picture is not visible, the cold and refined temperament and the powerful aura naturally exuded are enough to make people feel heartbroken.
She first glanced at the seriously injured Fang Han and Zhao Jin, then turned to Meng Xian, and her cold voice was like jade hitting each other.
"Meng Xian, anyone who wants to touch me Azure Profound Sect must ask me first."
Given the importance of the master-level skills, the sect naturally sent not only Fang Han to provide support. In addition to Fang Han, many people, including her, also received emergency support tasks.
Seeing this figure, Fang Han's tight heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and he let out a forced breath, and couldn't help but cough up another mouthful of blood.
But there was a look of relief in his eyes, and he whispered respectfully:
"Sister Yun."
The person who came is none other than Azure Profound Sect, who is currently ranked sixteenth on Prodigy Ranking, one place above Meng Xian - Yun Muyao!
"Yun Muyao..."
Facing the sudden appearance of Yun Muyao, a trace of surprise flashed in Meng Xian's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a strong fighting spirit.
As a genius of the Nether Pavilion, he has his own arrogance. Even if Yun Muyao ranks one higher than him, it does not mean that he will shrink back.
Prodigy Ranking Ranking is certainly a reflection of strength, but for those with similar rankings, the outcome often depends on on-the-spot performance and skill restraint.
When there is not much difference in rankings, it is not uncommon for low rankings to defeat high rankings on Prodigy Ranking.
"I've heard about the name "White Glow Sword" Yun Muyao for a long time, and I'm going to learn a lesson today!"
Meng Xian sneered.
Before he finished speaking, an even stronger aura erupted from his body than before.
The right palm slowly pushed out. The movement seemed slow, but it caused the surrounding airflow to rotate rapidly.
A black palm print that was more concise and wider than before was instantly formed.
There seemed to be a vortex rotating in the center of the palm print, emitting a strange suction force that swallowed everything.
Even the light seemed to be distorted, and with a heart-stopping whimpering sound, it crushed towards Yun Muyao.
This is exactly one of the Nether Pavilion Top-tier Martial Art, "Nether Palm". When practiced to an advanced level, the palm power is not only fierce and unparalleled, but also able to erode the opponent's mind.
"..."
Yun Muyao The bright eyes above the veil are as cold as an ice lake, without any ripples in sight.
Facing this palm that would make an ordinary Fourth Grade peak warrior tremble with fear, she just raised her slender hand lightly.
He held the hilt of the long sword at his waist, which was completely white and seemed to be carved from ice.
"Keng!"
The sound of the sword sounded, like the chirping of a phoenix in the sky, becoming clearer and melodious, instantly dispelling the gloomy and oppressive feeling brought by the palm prints.
The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword's blade was flowing with a cold brilliance like moonlight. The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and fine ice crystals condensed in the air.
'Frost Heaven Slash!'
She turned her wrist slightly and swung the long sword forward seemingly casually. A concise, solid, half-moon-shaped ice blue Sword Qi that was several feet wide came out from the sword.
Wherever Sword Qi passed, the void seemed to be frozen, leaving a clear trail of ice, and a biting chill swept over it first.
It is completely different from the coldness of the Nether Palm seal. This is a pure and extreme ice power.
Everything happened between lightning and flint, the ice blue Sword Qi and the dark palm print collided brazenly in mid-air!
"Boom--!!!"
This collision was far from comparable to the one between Fang Han and Meng Xian.
The loud noise was like a series of thunder explosions from the sky, shaking people's eardrums to the point of bursting.
Black and ice-blue rays of light intertwined, eroded, and exploded wildly. The shock wave generated was like a substantial ring of destruction, centered on the collision point and spreading crazily in all directions.
Wherever the shock wave passes, the scene is horrifying.
A forest on the left, as soon as it came into contact with the icy blue aftermath, was instantly covered with thick ice, turning into a crystal clear ice sculpture forest.
Immediately, in the subsequent energy shock, it "clicked" and shattered into countless ice powders, floating all over the sky.
The rocky ground on the right was swept by the corrosive energy contained in the Nether Palm force.
As if being eaten by an invisible giant beast, it turned into powder silently, leaving a deep pit.
"Quickly retreat!"
Seeing such a terrifying burst of power, Fang Han's face changed slightly, and he cast <Windcloud Escape> without hesitation, and his figure was like lightning as he came to the side of the seriously injured Zhao Jin.
Lifting up his collar, he connected with his feet and quickly retreated towards the rear.
After retreating for a full fifty or sixty meters, we found a huge rock as a shelter and then stopped.
Feeling the residual Internal Qi fluctuations ahead that still stung the skin, Fang Han felt awe-struck in his heart.
Compared with Yun Muyao, Meng Xian and other top talents who are ranked in the top twenty of Prodigy Ranking, the gap is wider than imagined.
This is not only reflected in the majesty of Internal Qi, but also in the understanding and application of "potential".