After fighting dozens of moves in succession--
"Bang!"
A figure flew backwards out of the dust and fog of the fierce battle. The speed was astonishing, just like a stone blown away by a giant hammer.
"Click! Click! Click!"
The figure's back hit an elm tree as thick as a bowl, and the trunk broke with a sudden sound, sending sawdust flying.
The castration continued, and the second and third trees were broken. It was not until the fourth old locust tree that one person needed to hug that it finally stopped.
He slipped to the ground, knelt down on one knee, and leaned on the ground with his weapon to stabilize his body.
This figure is Fang Han.
At this moment, his green robe was torn on the left chest, revealing the soft silver armor underneath.
On the soft armor, there was a shocking crack that was about a foot long, diagonally slashing from the shoulder blade to the chest.
The silver thread at the edge was broken and curled, and blood was slowly seeping out from the crack, soaking through the damaged skirt.
This is just the soft armor of High Grade. It is no longer used and was damaged in the battle.
"Uh-huh--"
Fang Han groaned and looked down at the wound on his chest.
Fortunately, I have practiced <Black Tortoise True Art> to Minor Accomplishment, and I have a defense that is difficult to damage by ordinary First Grade Late Stage warriors.
Otherwise, he would definitely be seriously injured due to the terrifying destructive power that even the soft armor on his body could not withstand.
It will never be like now. Although he was injured, it only broke the skin and flesh, far from touching the muscles and bones.
He raised his head and his eyes fell on the figure of Dark Gold a few feet away.
Qi Zhen stood with a knife in his hand, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his breathing a little faster than before.
His sharp eyes fell on Fang Han, scanning the wound that was bleeding but not serious, and frowned slowly.
"This level of Horizontal Training technique?"
Qi Zhen's voice was hoarse, with a trace of irrepressible surprise.
"Not only is Sword Technique psychic, but Body Movement is weird, he actually practiced Horizontal Training skills, and his attainments are not low."
"I was stabbed hard by my gang leader, but I was only slightly injured."
His eyes stayed on Fang Han for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised a cold arc.
"But you will still die today."
Before he finished speaking, he moved.
Dark Gold's Brocade Robe made a sharp sound in the wind, and the strange blood-colored Internal Qi around him was surging and squirming like a living creature, wrapping his whole body in a layer of faint blood mist.
His speed suddenly increased, and like a stream of light soaked in blood, it flew across a distance of dozens of feet in an instant.
The long knife was raised high above the head. On the blade, the blood Internal Qi gathered and compressed crazily, condensing into substance.
The color of the blood was not bright red, but a dull, dry blood-like texture, exuding a sickening sweet smell.
Cut it off with one knife.
Before the blade reached him, the violent murderous intent rushed towards his face like a real substance, making the air around him seem to be stagnant.
Fang Han's face became more solemn than ever before.
He took a deep breath.
Then, Qi Zhen made an unexpected move--
He let go of his right hand.
Cloudsplitter Sword slipped from his palm, the tip of the sword sank into the soil under his feet, and the sword shook slightly, making a subtle buzzing sound.
A trace of doubt flashed in Qi Zhen's eyes, but Blade Intent didn't stop.
And at the moment Cloudsplitter Sword took off his hand, Fang Han's left hand reached towards his waist, holding it with five fingers.
The next moment--
A sheathed sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The scabbard is light blue in color, without any unnecessary decoration. It is simple to the extreme, but it has a restrained and sharp edge that cannot be ignored.
It is Low-grade Spirit Weapon Windshock Sword.
Fang Han holds the sword hilt with his right hand.
"Keng--!"
Windshock Sword unsheathed.
The extremely clear sword cry exploded in the wilderness, overwhelming the roar of Saber Aura that broke through the sky.
The blade of the sword is light blue in color, as clear and blue as the clear sky after the rain, and shines with a heart-stopping brilliance in the afternoon sun.
The blade of the sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it exuded an aura of extreme sharpness, as if it could cut through the eyes.
When Prefecture City, Qi Zhen did not dare to use Internal Qi with all his strength in order to avoid exposing his magic skills, so he hid part of his strength.
In order to prevent Windshock Sword and Spirit Weapon from being coveted by others, he would not show it to others unless it was a time of life and death like now.
Qi Zhen's forward body suddenly froze.
His pupils shrank for a moment because of the strange way the sword appeared.
Appear out of thin air.
It didn't take off from the waist, didn't pull out from the back, it just appeared out of thin air in the palm of Fang Han.
"Storage Ring?!"
Qi Zhen blurted out, his voice hoarse, with uncontrollable shock.
Storage Treasure, that is a legendary object that only exists in ancient records, and this young man in his early twenties actually has one.
"You actually have Storage Ring..."
Qi Zhen's voice changed its tone, and the initial shock was replaced by a more passionate emotion.
Greed.
That greed was like fire, burning in his eyes.
Storage Ring--That is something that even the masters and powerful men covet.
At this moment, Fang Han is in front of you.
Just kill Fang Han--
"The Storage Ring in you belongs to me!"
Qi Zhen shouted loudly, and the bloody Internal Qi exploded with unprecedented intensity.
The bloody blade glow on the long sword surged, the blade buzzed and trembled, and it neighed like a hungry and ferocious beast.
He held the knife with both hands and struck it down with all his strength.
This knife condensed all his Internal Qi, all his strength, and all his killing intent.
Saber Aura is more than ten feet long. It is as solid as substance, and the blood is dazzling. With the terrifying power of destroying everything, it cuts straight into Fang Han.
Fang Han's eyes narrowed.
<Azure Profound Art>Internal Qi is flowing in the body at an unprecedented speed, and Second Grade's initial cultivation level explodes without reservation.
Three hundred thousand kilograms of physical strength was poured into Windshock Sword at this moment.
Wind Sword Intent was pushed to the extreme, and Mastery Realm's <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> was unleashed without reservation.
On Windshock Sword, the green-gold brilliance suddenly changed, turning into a sharp meaning that was almost transparent but solid.
Low-grade Spirit Weapon, double the combat power.
A sword greeted him.
The cyan sword light and the bloody Saber Aura collided violently in mid-air.
"Dang--!!!"
The deafening roar of gold and iron exploded.
But this time, it was completely different from before.
There is no stalemate, no even match.
The moment the solid blood Saber Aura touched the cyan sword light, it was as if it was cut open by an invisible sharp blade and split into two parts silently.
The strength of the sword's light remains unabated, and we march forward to get Qi Zhen.
Qi Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted.
He tried his best to block with his sword.
"Dang--!!!"
Another loud noise.
Windshock Sword slashed on the blade, sparks flying everywhere.
Qi Zhen felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, his entire right arm went numb instantly, and the tiger's mouth cracked.
His whole body flew backwards like a kite with its string broken.
His feet plowed two deep ravines on the ground, and he retreated dozens of feet before he could barely stabilize.
He lowered his head and looked at his right hand holding the knife.
There was a deep gash in the tiger's mouth, and blood dripped down the handle of the knife.
The whole right arm was shaking uncontrollably.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Han.
On that dark and rough face, shock, disbelief, greed, fear -
All kinds of emotions intertwined and surged, and finally turned into a hoarse, trembling word:
"Spirit Weapon..."
His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it contained a kind of horror that went deep into his bones.
Although weapons under Spirit Weapon can enhance combat power to a certain extent, this enhancement is extremely limited and is better than nothing.
There is no weapon at the level of Spirit Weapon that can greatly enhance combat power.
It can make Fang Han's combat power skyrocket. The sword in Fang Han's hand is definitely a Spirit Weapon.
"Correct answer."
Fang Han stood with a sword in his hand, with a slight cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
There was no sarcasm or ridicule in that arc, only an extremely calm coldness.
"Unfortunately, there is no reward."
Before he finished speaking, he moved.
"Whoosh--"
<Wind God Step> Using all his strength, the master-level Body Movement of the Proficiency Realm realm unleashed it without reservation.
The green-robed figure turned into an invisible stream of light, moving at an astonishing speed, leaving only a twisted afterimage in the air.
In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of dozens of feet and arrived in front of Qi Zhen.
Windshock Sword cuts out again.
This sword was faster and more vicious than before.
The sword's light was like silk, tracing an imperceptible trajectory in the afternoon sun.
Wherever the sword tip passed, a fine pattern silently cracked in the air, like a crack in space.
Qi Zhen gritted his teeth and tried his best to block with the knife, and blood Internal Qi crazily poured into the long knife in his hand.
"Dang--!!!"
The swords clashed and sparks flew everywhere.
Qi Zhen I felt that overwhelming force surge in again, my entire right arm was completely numb, and I almost lost my grip on the long knife.
He staggered back, leaving deep footprints on the ground.
Fang Han follows you everywhere.
The third sword.
The fourth sword.
The fifth sword.
One sword is faster than the other, and one sword is harder than the other.
The green sword light crisscrossed the wilderness, like a giant airtight net, trapping Qi Zhen firmly in it.
Qi Zhen tried his best to resist, but every time he blocked, he took several steps back, making it increasingly difficult to resist.
With just a dozen moves, the door was wide open and a flaw appeared.
Fang Han naturally would not miss this opportunity, and quickly swung his sword into the empty door.
"Tsk--"
Windshock Sword scratched Qi Zhen's right shoulder, Dark Gold's Brocade Robe was torn apart, exposing the soft armor inside, and a series of sparks were wiped out on the soft armor.
The terrifying force penetrated the soft armor, leaving a deep wound on Qi Zhen's body.
Blood gushed out from the wound, immediately turning Qi Zhen's body red.
Qi Zhen's body flew upside down uncontrollably, smashing several trees before stopping.
The long knife touched the ground, and drops of blood flowed down the long knife.
"Huh--"
Qi Zhen gasped for breath, his chest heaved violently, and the wound on his right shoulder continued to ooze blood, dyeing Dark Gold's Brocade Robe a dark red.
He raised his head and stared fixedly at the green-robed figure standing a few feet away holding a sword. Fear and reluctance were intertwined in those sharp eyes.
"I'll give you back what I said before. It's you who will die here today!"
Fang Han lifted Windshock Sword and pointed the tip of the sword at Qi Zhen.
<Azure Profound Art>Internal Qi is flowing through the body at an unprecedented speed, and is poured into the sword body.