"Dang-dang-dang-dang--!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded again, and sparks flew everywhere.
Zhao Ping groaned and took a few steps back, his feet plowing deep ravines on the road.
His right arm holding the knife trembled slightly, the tiger's mouth had cracked, and blood dripped down the handle.
But Fang Han still hasn't moved at all.
"Impossible..."
Zhao Ping gritted his teeth and his voice was hoarse.
He is already Third Grade Late Stage, and his fighting ability is enough to rank at the forefront among Third Grade Elder in the cabinet.
But the young man in front of him who was only twenty years old actually made him feel an insurmountable gap.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han did not give Zhao Ping a chance to breathe.
Cloudsplitter Sword slashed out again, this sword was faster and more vicious than before.
Sword Intent not only increases the power, but also releases spiritual shock.
On the sword body, green-gold brilliance circulated, and the surrounding air made a subtle tearing sound.
"Dang--!"
Zhao Ping's pupils suddenly shrank, and he tried his best to block with his sword.
The thick-backed machete collided with Cloudsplitter Sword, causing a harsh roar.
An invisible mental shock came from the sword and pierced his mind.
He felt a sudden shock in his mind, and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.
At this moment, Fang Han's sword had broken through his Blade Intent and drove straight in.
"Tsk--!"
The blade of the sword slashed across his chest, and the black robe ripped apart, revealing a piece of soft black armor underneath.
The Hidden Force contained in the sword penetrated through the armor, leaving a half-foot-long wound on his chest. Blood instantly poured out and soaked through his clothes.
"Ah--!"
He let out a cry of pain and staggered back, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"You really understood Sword Intent..."
He raised his head and stared at Fang Han, his voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
Yuan Ye has brought the news of Fang Han's understanding of Sword Intent back to the Nether Pavilion, so he naturally learned about it.
However, he is skeptical about this. After all, Artistic Conception like Sword Intent, but Upper Third Grade warriors have methods that few people can understand.
Fang Han is so young, how can he possibly understand Sword Intent?
But what happened before him forced him to believe it.
Fang Han did not speak, but stood with his sword in hand, his eyes as calm as water, and his murderous intent locked on Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping took a deep breath, suppressing the severe pain in his chest, and Internal Qi running wildly inside his body.
He knew that if he didn't fight hard today, he might not be able to survive.
"Kill!"
He shouted sharply, and the black energy on the thick-backed machete surged, and his body turned into a jet-black stream of light, rushing towards Fang Han.
With this sword, he used secret techniques to burn his essence and blood, condensing his entire life's cultivation into one blow.
Fang Han's eyes narrowed.
Cloudsplitter Sword is in front of him, Wind Sword Intent is pushing with all his strength.
On the blade of the sword, the nearly transparent sharpness suddenly surged, emitting a clear sword cry.
Cut it out with one sword.
"Dang--!!!"
The swords clashed, and a loud explosion exploded.
The shock wave spread in all directions, scraping off a layer of the ground.
Zhao Ping felt a surge of overwhelming force, the tiger's mouth burst open, and the thick-backed machete flew out.
His whole body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, and hit the ground several feet away, with blood spurting out from his mouth.
He struggled to get up, but saw a green shadow appearing in front of him like a ghost.
Fang Han lowered his head and looked at Zhao Ping who was on the ground with a weak breath.
"You..."
Zhao Ping opened his mouth to say something, but only spit out a mouthful of blood.
Cloudsplitter Sword fell.
The sword flashed.
Zhao Ping's voice stopped suddenly, and the look in his eyes quickly dimmed.
From fighting to death, it only takes a dozen moves.
Fang Han looked away from Zhao Ping's body that was gradually losing its temperature, and raised his eyes to glance around.
On both sides of the road, the people of the Azure Profound Sect and Nether Pavilion were fighting fiercely.
The swords flashed, the energy flew wildly, the screams and the clashing of weapons intertwined into a chaotic symphony.
In the battle situation, Azure Profound Sect troops have a clear advantage.
Azure Profound Sect is dispatched this time, well prepared, and has the advantage in numbers.
On the Nether Pavilion's side, there were two Fourth Grade Deacon who were killed by him and Jin Han Elder.
At this moment, dozens of disciples Azure Profound Sect Deacon are surrounding and killing disciples Nether Pavilion Deacon.
The two Azure Profound Sect disciples cooperated tacitly, and the sword lights intertwined, forcing a Nether Pavilion disciple to retreat continuously. One of them pierced the Nether Pavilion disciple's shoulder blade with his sword, and the other made up for it with a sword, killing the Nether Pavilion disciple.
A Nether Pavilion disciple tried to break out, but as soon as he ran a few steps, he was intercepted by a Azure Profound Sect disciple, who was seriously injured and sent flying backwards.
The road was soaked with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Fang Han's eyes only stayed on those fighting figures for a moment, and then turned to another place.
That's the key to this battle.
More than a hundred feet away, two figures were fighting fiercely.
One gray robe, one black robe.
The person in gray robe is Jin Han. The dagger in her hand turned into sharp blue sword light, and every thrust of the sword was filled with a biting chill.
Sword Intent is endless, like an airtight net, tightly entangling the opponent.
The man in black robe is Ma Yuan.
This person's face was pale, and his pair of narrow eyes were as sinister as an eagle. His palms flew, and Internal Qi, as black as ink, surged out.
Every palm shot carries a terrifying power that can shake mountains.
Wherever the wind passed by, the ground was plowed into deep ravines, and gravel shot up like rain.
Neither of them could gain the upper hand.
Jin Han's Sword Technique is sharp and cunning, and Ma Yuan's palm skills are fierce and domineering. The two completely different forces collided together, and every time they struck, there was a deafening roar.
The shock wave spread in all directions, scraping the ground within a radius of tens of feet beyond recognition.
Fang Han glanced at the two people fighting each other, and there was already a calculation in his heart.
The strength of Jin Han and Ma Yuan is about the same, so it is difficult to tell the winner in a short time.
And he is the key to breaking this balance.
"Whoosh--"
He moved and <Windcloud Escape> used all his strength.
The distance of dozens of feet came in an instant.
There is no temptation.
Third Grade Early Stage's <Azure Profound Art>Internal Qi, the physical strength of one hundred thousand kilograms, and the sharpness Sword Intent that can tear everything apart--
All condensed into one sword.
The sword light was like a cyan lightning, tearing away Void Sundering's energy and slashing towards Ma Yuan's back heart silently.
This sword came too suddenly and too fast.
"Not good!"
Ma Yuan was responding with all his strength to the fierce attack of Jin Han. When he noticed the attack from behind, the sword light had arrived.
His expression suddenly changed, and he tried his best to twist to the side.
At the same time, he shot out with his backhand, trying to block.
But his reaction was ultimately a moment too slow.
"Tsk--!"
The blade of the sword slashed across his left rib, and the black robe tore apart, revealing a piece of soft black armor underneath.
The black soft armor was of extremely high quality and blocked most of the attacks, but Hidden Force still penetrated the soft armor and opened a gash on his body.
Blood seeped out from the black soft armor.
"Uh-huh--"
Ma Yuan groaned, staggered forward and took a few steps before barely holding on.
The pale face was slightly distorted by pain and anger.
He raised his head suddenly and his eyes fell on the green-robed figure who had slashed out the sword.
The moment he saw that young face clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Fang Han?!"
His voice was hoarse, filled with irrepressible anger.
He has naturally heard of this name.
The twenty-year-old Prodigy Ranking ranked first, killing Yuan Zhan, and did not fall behind in the fight with Yuan Ye.
But he didn't expect to meet Fang Han here, at this moment, in this way.
With a bad premonition in his heart, he quickly looked into the distance.
There, the body of Zhao Ping was lying quietly in a pool of blood, no longer alive.
His expression became extremely ugly at this moment.
How long has it been since the caravan was attacked?
Just a moment!
Elder, a Third Grade Late Stage, couldn't even hold on for a moment in front of Fang Han?
"Ma Yuan, today is your death day!"
Without giving Ma Yuan a chance to breathe, Jin Han's dagger rose again, the green sword light was like a sword, and it went straight to Ma Yuan's throat.
At the same time, Fang Han also moved.
Cloudsplitter Sword is cut out from the side, Sword Intent is erect, and it is taken straight to the waist and abdomen of Ma Yuan.
The two of them worked together in tandem.
Jin Han's Sword Technique is fierce and cunning, and can be used to contain people from the front.
Fang Han's Sword Intent is extremely sharp and can attack from the flanks.
Ma Yuan's face was livid, both palms came out, and the dark palm prints faced the two people's attack.
"Boom-boom--!"
Two loud bangs exploded almost simultaneously.
Ma Yuan's figure was so shaken that he took several steps back.
He gasped for breath and glanced back and forth at Fang Han and Jin Han, his eyes full of solemnity.
A Jin Han is already on par with him.
Now add Fang Han, whose strength is comparable to Second Grade--
"Kill!"
Ma Yuan felt fierce in his heart, shouted sharply, and took the lead in taking action.
Both palms came out, and the dark palm prints were like a barrage of cannons blasting at Jin Han, forcing her to return her sword to defend.
At the same time, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards Fang Han.
On the right palm, the black Internal Qi gathered crazily, solidified into substance, and was shot out with one palm.
This palm, fast and cruel, went straight to Fang Han's face.
Fang Han's eyes were fixed, and he did not retreat but advanced.
Cloudsplitter Sword stood in front of him, Wind Sword Intent urged him with all his strength, and faced him with a sword.
"Dang--!"
The palms and swords met and a dull loud noise erupted.
An invisible spiritual impact came from the sword body, piercing Ma Yuan's mind.
Ma Yuan felt a sudden shock in his mind, and his consciousness was in a trance for a moment.
He had long known from intelligence that Fang Han had understood Sword Intent, and that Sword Intent had its own spiritual impact, but he did not expect that the impact would be so violent.
This moment of trance can be fatal.
Jin Han seized this opportunity, and the dagger turned into a stream of cyan light, piercing Ma Yuan's back heart.
Ma Yuan tried his best to come back from the trance, feeling the deadly sharpness behind him, and his expression changed with horror.
He turned sharply to avoid vital points.
But Jin Han's sword is too fast.
"Pfft--!"
The tip of the sword penetrated his right shoulder. Although it was blocked by the black soft armor, the residual power of the soft armor still caused a wound in his right shoulder.
He groaned and staggered forward a few steps.
"Pfft--"
Fang Han took advantage of the situation, and Cloudsplitter Sword lifted it up from bottom to top. The sword edge scratched the outside of Ma Yuan's right arm, leaving a deep wound.
Blood splatters.
Ma Yuan suffered two consecutive injuries and his body was already a little unstable.
But after all, he was a Second Grade warrior, experienced and experienced. Although he was at a disadvantage, he did not panic.
He endured the severe pain and thrust out both palms. Two dark palm prints struck Fang Han and Jin Han respectively, forcing them to take a few steps back.
Taking advantage of this brief gap, he drifted back and distanced himself from the two of them.