The original appearance of the surrounding area is no longer visible. The ground has been plowed by Sword Qi to create crisscrossing deep ravines, with the deepest part reaching several feet.
The gravel was rolled up and crushed into powder by the remaining Sword Qi in mid-air.
The pine forest on one side suffered even more damage. The pine trees as thick as a bowl were broken in the middle, and debris of branches and leaves flew in the sky. They were ignited by the hot sword wind and turned into ashes in the wind.
Two figures flashed rapidly on the messy battlefield, one green and one red, like two entangled lightning bolts.
Every collision is accompanied by earth-shattering roars, and every separation leaves new ravines on the ground.
Meng Zhao's sword becomes more powerful.
The red long sword turned into streaks of scorching heat in his hands, slashing at Fang Han from various tricky angles.
His Sword Technique is fierce and domineering, and every sword carries the unique terrifying power of a First Grade warrior.
Fang Han responded calmly, and the sword light flashed like thunder, unparalleled in power.
The Proficiency Realm realm <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> was unfolded in his hands. The sword light passed by, and the air was torn apart silently, leaving behind a series of invisible and transparent sword marks.
"It's so difficult!"
As the fight continued, Meng Zhao's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
He originally thought that with all his efforts, the junior in front of him, who was only Third Grade Late Stage, would never be able to sustain it for too long.
However, he was disappointed.
After fighting for a long time, not only did he fail to win Fang Han, but he was almost injured by Fang Han's sword several times.
What frightened him even more was that the sword light contained an extremely sharp connotation. Every time the swords crossed each other, there was an invisible spiritual shock that pierced his heart.
The impact was sudden and violent, like an invisible sharp blade, piercing into his mind.
Even with his First Grade warrior's spirit Divine Strength, under this continuous mental impact, his mind could not help but be shaken, and his consciousness was temporarily in a trance.
When masters compete, this moment of confusion is the difference between life and death.
"Tsk--!"
A ray of cyan sword light passed by Meng Zhao's right arm.
He woke up from his trance and tried his best to turn sideways, but in the end he was half a beat too slow.
The sword edge scratched the outside of his right arm, cutting his robe and leaving an inch-long wound on his forearm.
Blood seeped out and soaked the red cuffs.
"Uh-huh--"
Meng Zhao groaned, took a few steps back, looked down at the wound on his right arm, and then raised his head to look at Fang Han.
The originally calm face was now filled with disbelief and uncontrollable gloom.
Injured.
He was a dignified First Grade warrior, but he was injured first by the sword of a Third Grade Late Stage junior.
Although it was only a flesh wound and did not affect his combat ability, the meaning behind it made his heart surge with turmoil.
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, breathing slightly.
There were several cracks on the green robe that were opened by the hot sword energy, and fine beads of sweat oozed from the forehead.
"Your strength has actually increased so much."
Meng Zhao said.
His voice was hoarse, with a fear that even he didn't want to admit.
"But you haven't made any progress."
Fang Han said mockingly.
"Don't be complacent. If you don't have a mission, I don't mind killing you here at the cost of injury."
Meng Zhao said with anger in his voice.
"I'm afraid you don't have the strength."
Fang Han said coldly.
"Arrogant, I will kill you next time we meet."
Meng Zhao took a deep look at Fang Han, then moved back, preparing to evacuate.
However--
"Did I let you go?"
Fang Han's voice was as calm as water, but it carried an unmistakable coldness.
Meng Zhao paused slightly as he stepped back.
There was a hint of disbelief in his sharp eyes, more of an offended sullenness.
"What do you mean?"
His voice was low, with a bit of suppressed anger.
"Meng Zhao."
Fang Han stood with a sword in his hand, his eyes as calm as water, his voice was not loud, but his words were clear.
"You were malicious to me twice in a row and tried to kill me. Now that you can't kill me, you want to just walk away?"
He paused, and his voice suddenly turned cold.
"There is nothing so cheap in this world. If I let you go today, you will gather your colleagues and come back to trouble me in the future. Instead of doing this, it is better to leave you here completely today."
The reason why he didn't want to let Meng Zhao go was not only because Meng Zhao had been malicious to him twice in a row, but also because he thought of one thing -
Meng Zhao appears in Songquan Prefecture, not necessarily alone.
There are most likely Crimson Flame Sect's other First Grade Elder nearby.
If Meng Zhao is allowed to retreat and join up with First Grade Elder, then the two of them will join forces to chase him. With his current strength, it will be impossible to resist him.
Meng Zhao's face became extremely ugly at this moment.
"You want to kill me?"
His voice was hoarse, with a bit of disbelief and a bit of irrepressible anger.
"Only you?"
"Yes, just rely on me!"
Fang Han's answer is concise and firm.
As he finished speaking, his thoughts moved slightly.
The seemingly ordinary black ring on the index finger of his left hand suddenly flashed an imperceptible light.
Cloudsplitter Sword disappeared from his hands into thin air.
Instead, there was a sheathed long sword that was light blue in color.
The scabbard does not have any extra decoration, it is extremely simple, but it has a restrained and sharp edge that cannot be ignored.
"Is this...?"
Meng Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted at this moment.
In his sharp eyes, the initial anger and disbelief were replaced by a stronger emotion - shock.
Fang Han What he was holding in his hand just now was clearly another sword.
And that sword just disappeared out of thin air - it didn't fall, didn't hide in his sleeve, it just disappeared out of thin air under his gaze and was replaced by another sword.
This is by no means an eyesore.
With his First Grade warrior's eyesight, no deception can escape his eyes.
This is a method he has never seen before and only read about in ancient classics - Storage Treasure!
Fang Han has the legendary Storage Treasure on his body!
Storage Treasure, this is a treasure that can only be obtained in Ancient Ruins. It comes with its own independent space, where items can be stored and carried with you.
Even if it is a strong master, very few people can possess it, but he actually saw such a legendary treasure in a young man Third Grade Late Stage.
"You actually have Storage Treasure..."
Meng Zhao's voice was hoarse, filled with irrepressible shock and greed.
Crimson Flame Sect and Thunderlight Pavilion intercepted and killed Fang Han's group in order to plot the treasure Fang Han obtained from Ancient Ruins.
At that time, they were just guessing that Fang Han might have obtained something extremely precious in Ancient Ruins.
The result was just as expected, Fang Han not only obtained the treasure, but also obtained the legendary Storage Treasure.
Its value has gone beyond the scope of ordinary master skills and heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
The only thing that he didn't expect was that in just two months, Fang Han's strength had skyrocketed to this point, and his combat power was no less than that of ordinary First Grade warriors.
This kind of talent and this kind of growth speed have already made Meng Zhao feel deeply apprehensive and faintly afraid.
Before Meng Zhao could think any further, Fang Han moved.
Hold the hilt of Windshock Sword's sword with your right hand and slowly draw the sword out of its sheath.
"Keng--!"
An extremely clear sword cry resounded in the empty official road.
The sword body is light green in color, slightly lighter than the scabbard, but it is not the dark green color of Cloudsplitter Sword, but a clear blue like the clear sky after rain.
The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, but it has a heart-stopping edge.
Fang Han injects <Azure Profound Art>Internal Qi into the sword body.
"Buzz--"
The blade of the sword suddenly lit up with a faint green-blue brilliance. The brilliance was not dazzling, but it had a sharpness that made people dare not look directly at it.
The air around the sword blade, illuminated by this brilliance, silently cracked into tiny traces - those were the traces of the air being torn apart by the sharp edge.
A far more powerful force than before was pouring out from the sword body, exuding a terrifying aura.
And an indescribable feeling emerged.
It was as if there was a subtle resonance between him and the sword. The sword was no longer a weapon in his hand, but a part of his body and an extension of his will.
After returning to the sect from his trip to Ancient Ruins, he consulted the books introducing weapons in the sect in detail and learned about Spirit Weapon.
At the level of Spirit Weapon, weapons are no longer just strong and durable. The most precious thing is that they can greatly enhance combat power.
And this Windshock Sword, as Low-grade Spirit Weapon, can double his combat power.
The combat power is doubled, which is an extremely strong increase in combat power.
His combat power was already comparable to First Grade, and now it has been enhanced twice as much--
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han's figure moved.
Without any preparation or testing, he pushed <Wind God Step> to the extreme, and his whole body was like a blue lightning, spanning a distance of more than ten feet in an instant.
Windshock Sword thrust out.
This sword had no fancy changes, it was just a straight thrust. But the moment the sword thrust out, the world seemed to freeze for a moment.
Wherever the sword tip passed, the air silently cracked a crack that was about ten feet long.
The crack was as clear as a knife cutting through the paper, and it lingered for a long time.
What's even more frightening is that a far more powerful mental impact than before erupted with this sword, piercing Meng Zhao's mind.
Meng Zhao had just woken up from the shock brought by Storage Treasure when he saw a blue sword light approaching in front of him.
A mental shock rushed into his mind first, causing his consciousness, which was already slightly dazed due to shock, to go blank for a moment again.
It's this moment.
"Dang--!"
In a hurry, Meng Zhao only had time to block with his sword.
The red long sword collided with Windshock Sword, and a harsh sound of gold and iron erupted.
An overwhelming force came from the sword body. Meng Zhao felt the tiger's mouth crack open, and his whole right arm instantly felt sore. The red sword flew out of his hand, drew an arc in the air, and was inserted into the soil several feet away.
Windshock Sword's Sword Intent remained powerful, driving straight in and striking Meng Zhao in the chest.
"Pfft--!"
The dull sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh resounded throughout the countryside.
The extremely high-quality red soft armor on Meng Zhao was torn apart like paper in front of Sword Intent blessed by Spirit Weapon.
Sword Qi penetrated through the armor, leaving a hideous wound on his chest that almost split his entire body open diagonally.
Bones were visible, and blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking half of his clothes in an instant.