When Fang Han was besieged by disciples of the Thunderlight Pavilion and Crimson Flame Sect, Xue Yuanlang had already waved his palm to attack Fang Han.
Fang Han's pupils shrank, and he had no time to think too much, Cloudsplitter Sword hurriedly crossed in front of him.
"Dang--!"
The palms and swords met, and a dull sound of gold and iron erupted.
A terrifying force came from the sword, and Fang Han felt his entire right arm instantly numb, and his feet slid backwards involuntarily, plowing two deep ravines on the ground.
After retreating for more than ten meters, he barely managed to stabilize his body.
Internal Qi The blood was boiling in his body and his throat was slightly sweet, but he forced it down.
Before he could stand firm, Break the Wind sounds could be heard everywhere.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
Several Thunderlight Pavilion disciples and Crimson Flame Sect disciples had surrounded him, and the swords, swords and shadows intertwined into a network, sealing off all his dodge space.
Although the cultivation level of these disciples is far less than that of Xue Yuanlang, there are many of them. They attack from different directions at the same time, making it difficult to guard against them.
Fang Han's eyes narrowed.
He reached into his arms with his left hand and touched something - round, slightly cool, with fine lines on the surface.
Thunderbolt Pellet.
The life-saving thing that Lan Yuexin gave him originally.
This moment is the right time.
Without any hesitation, he flicked his wrist.
The black ball flew out of his hand, drew an arc in the air, and accurately landed in the center of the besieging disciples.
"Be careful--"
Someone noticed something was wrong and exclaimed.
But it's too late.
"Boom--!!!"
An earth-shattering explosion suddenly exploded, causing the surrounding trees to rustle, and countless fallen leaves to be picked up by the air waves and flying all over the sky.
A dazzling light bloomed in the crowd, spreading crazily around along with a violent shock wave.
Those Thunderlight Pavilion disciples and Crimson Flame Sect disciples didn't even have time to react before they were swallowed up by this terrifying force.
"Ah--!"
Piercing screams sounded at the same time.
Several figures flew out like kites with broken strings, their bodies were charred black, their clothes were in tatters, and they hit the ground several feet away.
The three people who bore the brunt of the attack were killed on the spot.
The remaining people were also covered in darkness, spitting blood from their mouths, and fell to the ground groaning in pain. They were obviously seriously injured and no longer capable of fighting.
With one blow, the siege collapsed.
"The effect is so good!"
Fang Han glanced over the charred corpses, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
The power of Thunderbolt Pellet was much stronger than he expected.
Used to clean up the "miscellaneous soldiers" whose strength is no more than Middle Third Grade, the effect is unexpectedly good.
"You little beast, come and die for me!"
After a moment's delay, Xue Yuanlang approached again.
He shouted sharply, and the blue light flashed on his left palm, like thunder and lightning Internal Qi gathered crazily, condensing into substance.
A palm was shot out, with a terrifying power that could shake mountains. It went straight to Fang Han's chest.
This palm was issued with anger, faster and more cruel than the one just now.
Fang Han's complexion changed suddenly.
There was no time to accumulate strength, so he had to swing his sword hastily to block the palm.
"Bang--!"
Amidst the dull impact, Fang Han felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword. His whole body was shocked and he retreated repeatedly, his blood boiling.
Every step he took left deep footprints on the ground, and the cracks around the footprints spread like spider webs.
The right hand holding the sword was even numb, as if it was not his own.
Still waiting for Fang Han to stabilize his figure.
"Whoa, whoa!"
Xue Wu and Lie Yunting, one on the left and one on the right, pounced on Fang Han at the same time.
The long sword in Xue Wu's hand was as red as fire, carrying a scorching wave of air, piercing Fang Han's left rib.
Lie Yunting's sword was dark red in color, Sword Intent was fierce and domineering, and it went straight to Fang Han's right shoulder.
Both of them are among the top figures on Prodigy Ranking. Although their strength is not as strong as Fang Han, Fang Han's body is unstable at this moment, which is when he is at his "weakest".
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han's eyes focused, and his feet <Wind God Step> moved with all their strength.
The body shape is like an invisible wisp of wind, drifting back to the side and back at the last moment.
However, the swords of Xue Wu and Lie Yunting are too fast.
"Tsk-"
The two long swords almost passed by his body, and the sword blades scratched the green robe between his chest and abdomen, making a soft sound.
The green robe tore apart with a sound, revealing the soft silver armor underneath.
The blade of the sword scraped against the soft armor, making a harsh metallic friction sound, and sparks flying everywhere.
The soft armor blocked the direct cut of the sword's edge, but the Hidden Force contained in the sword penetrated through the armor, causing his body's Internal Qi blood to surge again.
If it weren't for <Black Tortoise True Art>Beginner stage's physical defense was astonishing, this blow would have been enough to seriously injure him.
"I also practiced the Horizontal Training technique!"
Xue Wu cursed lowly and looked at Lie Yunting before taking action again.
"Whoa, whoa!"
However, Fang Han's counterattack has arrived.
Cloudsplitter Sword swept out and slashed out two sword lights in succession.
Both swords contain Wind Sword Intent.
On the sword body, the green-gold brilliance condensed into substance, and an invisible spiritual impact exploded with Sword Intent, directly piercing the minds of Xue Wu and Lie Yunting.
The two of them felt a shock in their minds, and their consciousness was in a trance for a moment.
This moment is the difference between life and death.
When they came to their senses, the two sword lights were already in front of them.
"Not good--"
Xue Wu and Lie Yunting's pupils shrank suddenly and they tried their best to dodge.
But the distance was too close, the sword light was too fast, and it was impossible to dodge.
"Poof! Poof!"
Two muffled sounds sounded almost simultaneously.
The first sword light slashed at Xue Wu's left shoulder, causing blood to spatter and leaving a wound deep enough to show the bone.
Xue Wu groaned and staggered back, his left arm hanging down weakly. He was obviously seriously injured.
The second sword light struck Lie Yunting's chest. Although it was protected by soft armor, the Hidden Force contained in the sword still penetrated through the armor, leaving a half-foot-long sword mark on Lie Yunting's chest.
Lie Yunting vomited blood, flew backwards, and hit the ground several feet away.
Two swords seriously injured two people.
Fang Han is about to take advantage of the situation to pursue and completely eliminate Xue Wu and Lie Yunting, but--
"Little beast, your opponent is me!"
Xue Yuanlang's sharp shout sounded again.
Although he had a broken arm and was seriously injured, his heritage as a First Grade warrior remained.
Taking advantage of the gap between Fang Han's dealings with Xue Wu and Lie Yunting, he had already approached Fang Han.
On the left palm, blue Internal Qi gathered crazily, becoming more condensed and dazzling than before.
With one palm shot, it carried a terrifying power that could destroy the world and destroy the world, and it went straight to Fang Han's heart.
This palm was faster and more cruel than any previous palm.
"Danger!"
Fang Han sensed the fatal crisis coming from behind, and the hairs on his body stood up.
He twisted with all his strength and Cloudsplitter Sword hurriedly swung back.
This time, it was even more hasty than before.
He didn't even have time to turn around completely, and Sword Intent also failed to fully unfold.
"Bang--!"
The palms and swords met and a dull loud noise erupted.
Fang Han felt an indescribable force coming from the sword, and his entire right arm lost consciousness instantly. Cloudsplitter Sword almost lost his grip and flew out.
His whole body was shaken and flew backwards, hitting an ancient tree as thick as an arm's length.
"Click--!"
The ancient trees broke in response, and sawdust flew into the air.
Fang Han fell to the ground, his throat felt sweet, and blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Internal Qi The blood in the body was boiling, the internal organs seemed to be displaced, and the pain was excruciating.
"Senior Brother Fang!"
In the distance, exclamations sounded.
Along with the sound, eight figures rushed out of the dense forest.
It is eight people: Luo Yuntian, Yun Muyao, Mad Butcher, Chen Wuhen, Su Yuwei, Mo Chen, Liu Ruyan, Wang Miao.
The eight people who left heard the news of fighting and then returned.
"Senior Brother Fang, you focus on dealing with that old guy, leave the rest to us."
Luo Yuntian The eyes of the eight people quickly swept across the battlefield and said in a deep voice.
"Okay."
Fang Han did not refuse and nodded.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling blood, and looked at Xue Yuanlang again.
The eight Luo Yuntian greeted Xue Wu, Lie Yunting and the remaining Thunderlight Pavilion and Crimson Flame Sect disciples.
Xue Wu's left shoulder was seriously injured, and his combat strength was greatly reduced. Lie Yunting's sword mark on his chest was still bleeding, and he also suffered serious injuries.
As for the other Thunderlight Pavilion disciples and Crimson Flame Sect disciples, there are only a few left after being attacked by Thunderbolt Pellet, and most of them are injured.
As the battle continued, it was not the disciples of the Thunderlight Pavilion and Crimson Flame Sect who had the upper hand, but the eight disciples of Luo Yuntian.
"Even if you are seriously injured or even have a broken arm, you still have this kind of strength. You are worthy of being a First Grade warrior!"
Without the obstruction of the Thunderlight Pavilion's disciples and Crimson Flame Sect's disciples, Fang Han stood with his sword in hand and his eyes fell on Xue Yuanlang.
Xue Yuanlang's right arm was broken at the elbow. Although the bleeding had stopped at the fracture, there was still blood oozing out.
The hideous wound from the left shoulder to the right waist was still there, and every breath affected the wound, making Xue Yuanlang frown.
But the aura of Xue Yuanlang is still dangerous.
First Grade Warrior, even if he is seriously injured, even if his arm is broken, it is definitely not something that ordinary Third Grade warrior can contend with.
Those few palms just now, if it weren't for his amazing physical defense and soft armor protection, he would have been seriously injured long ago.
"Little beast, don't think that I can't kill you without the help of others!"
Xue Yuanlang gritted his teeth and his voice was hoarse.
Those narrow eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent.
Before he finished speaking, he pounced again.
The left palm shot out continuously, and a series of blue palm prints shot out of the air, blasting towards Fang Han like a barrage of cannons.
Each palm carried a terrifying power that could shake mountains, sealing off all Fang Han's dodge space.
Fang Han's eyes are solemn, Cloudsplitter Sword is dancing like a wheel.
Wind Sword Intent exploded with all its strength, and a series of cyan sword lights collided fiercely with blue palm prints.
"Boom boom boom--!"
Every collision erupted with a deafening roar.
The shock wave spread in all directions one after another. Wherever it passed, deep ravines were plowed into the ground, gravel was shot out, and smoke and dust filled the air.
Fang Han's figure shuttled between the gaps in the palm prints, <Wind God Step> pushed to the extreme, narrowly avoiding those fatal attacks.
If it cannot be avoided, use Cloudsplitter Sword to hard connect it.
Xue Yuanlang's palm force is fierce and domineering, and every palm makes Fang Han's blood boil.
But Fang Han's sword also made Xue Yuanlang fearful.
Wind Sword Intent's sharpness, as well as the mental coercion that came with it, shocked his mind. Every time the swords and palms met, there was a stabbing pain in his mind, and his offensive was involuntarily sluggish.
If he hadn't been seriously injured and extremely weak, Fang Han's Sword Intent mental shock would never have had such a great impact on him.
But at this moment, this mental shock brought him a great crisis.