Yan Wuji looked solemn and raised both palms.
His left hand was as black as ink, and his right hand was as bloody as flames. Two completely different palm prints shot out of the air, facing the attacks of Huiming and Liu Meiniang.
"Boom--!!!"
The three master-level forces collided together and erupted with an earth-shaking loud noise.
The shock wave spread around like a tsunami. Wherever it passed, the bluestone slabs on the ground were shattered inch by inch, and a layer was scraped off.
The gravel shot up, smoke filled the air, and the surrounding lights were swayed violently by the air waves and almost went out.
At the edge of the square, Seven Sects's masters and Iron River Gang's gang members retreated one after another to avoid the terrifying shock wave.
"Uh-huh--"
Yan Wuji groaned and took several steps back, each step leaving deep footprints on the broken bluestone ground.
He stabilized his body, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Huiming and Liu Meiniang. There was a trace of solemnity that was difficult to conceal on their ancient faces.
"..."
Huiming didn't move at all, with his hands clasped together and his face calm.
"Buzz--"
Liu Meiniang's figure swayed slightly, then stabilized, and Flower Sword Intent appeared from the long sword in his hand, as if there were petals floating in the air.
Even among the Upper Third Grade warriors, there are very few who have understood Sword Intent, but as a master, she has great talent, so she naturally understood Sword Intent.
"Don't think you can defeat me!"
Yan Wuji took a deep breath, and the violent blood Internal Qi burst out with unprecedented intensity in his body.
The gray cloth robe squeaked under the impact of the energy, the aura around him suddenly surged, and a strange blood-red color appeared in those turbid eyes.
He took the initiative to pounce on Huiming.
Both palms came out, and the two palm prints of jet black and blood red were intertwined, with the terrifying power of tearing everything apart, and went straight towards Huiming.
Huiming's face remained unchanged, his golden cassock was blowing without any wind, his hands were clasped together, and his whole body glowed golden.
It seems to be transformed into a Buddha statue, exuding a breathtaking majesty.
He shot out a palm and collided with Yan Wuji's palms.
"Boom--!!!"
There was an earth-shaking loud noise.
A powerful shock wave erupted, and the bodies of Huiming and Yan Wuji involuntarily fell backwards.
His feet plowed two deep ravines on the ground, and he retreated dozens of feet before he could barely stabilize.
Liu Meiniang did not give Yan Wuji a chance to breathe.
The pink figure was like a stream of light, instantly passing in front of Yan Wuji. The long sword in his hand turned into shadows of flowers all over the sky, covering all the vital parts of Yan Wuji's body.
Yan Wuji gritted his teeth, struck out with both palms in succession, and violently collided with Liu Meiniang's sword light.
On the other side of the square, the masters of Seven Sects and the men of Iron River Gang were fighting together.
Swords and swords flashed, roars of powerful energy exploded one after another, screams, the sound of weapons clashing, and roars intertwined together, echoing in the night sky.
Fang Han held Cloudsplitter Sword, his green robe fluttering slightly in the night wind. His eyes swept across the battlefield, and he quickly locked onto a figure whom he had met once before.
Yang Yuan.
She holds a sharp claw in each of her left and right hands, and is currently fighting two Azure Profound Sect's Deacon.
The sharp claws turned into streams of blood in her hands, and the shadows of the claws were heavy, forcing the two Azure Profound Sect Deacon to retreat.
Fang Han took a step and walked towards Yang Yuan.
The green robe fluttered slightly in the night wind, Cloudsplitter Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and above the sword body, the green-gold brilliance flowed slightly.
Yang Yuan noticed the footsteps behind him.
She forced the two Azure Profound Sect Deacon back with one claw, turned around suddenly, and her eyes fell on Fang Han.
There was a trace of unconcealable fear on that pretty face.
"Fang Han."
Her voice was hoarse, with a kind of uncontrollable nervousness.
After her last defeat at the hands of Fang Han, she confidently aimed to catch up with Fang Han, but soon afterwards it was reported that Fang Han had the combat power of First Grade.
The initial confidence suddenly disappeared.
"..."
Fang Han said nothing and just continued walking towards Yang Yuan.
His steps were still neither fast nor slow, but with every step he took, the invisible pressure became stronger.
Yang Yuan gritted his teeth and thrust out both claws. Ten blood-red claws tore through Void Sundering's energy, and with a shrill scream, they went straight towards Fang Han.
Once you take action, go all out.
Since practicing magic skills, her cultivation level has skyrocketed from Third Grade Late Stage to the early stage of Second Grade.
She is confident that even if she loses to Fang Han, she can at least hold on for a few moves and wait for support.
However--
Fang Han moved.
Cloudsplitter Sword was unsheathed, and the sound of Qingyue's sword exploded in the night sky.
The green sword light flashed.
The ten blood-colored claws that were solidified were torn apart like paper the moment they touched the sword light, and disintegrated silently.
The remaining power of the sword is not fading, so drive forward to get Yang Yuan.
Yang Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
She tried her best to block with her horizontal claws.
"Dang--!!!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded, and sparks flew everywhere.
The pair of sharp claws flew out of the hand, spinning and inserting into the ground a few feet away, the claws humming and trembling.
Yang Yuan felt a pain coming from her chest. When she lowered her head and looked down, she saw a thin line of blood running diagonally from her left shoulder to her right rib.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she only made a vague hiss like air leakage.
The next moment, her body was completely disconnected from the blood line.
Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the floor, and her upper body hit the ground heavily. Her eyes were still wide open, but her pupils were dilated.
A sword.
Just one sword.
This disciple of True Disciple, who was already ranked second among Prodigy Ranking and whom Iron River Gang devoted all his efforts to training, died under the sword of Fang Han.
The Seven Sects masters who were fighting around them all looked at the corpse that was broken into two parts, and then at the green-robed figure standing with a sword in hand. Their eyes were filled with unconcealable shock.
Fang Han sheathed his sword, looked away from Yang Yuan's body, and glanced towards the battlefield.
His eyes quickly locked onto another figure.
Han Kui.
This Iron River Gang First Grade Elder is currently having a fierce confrontation with Hundred Flower Valley and First Grade Elder.
He was holding a thick-backed machete, and his sword skills were fierce and domineering, with every slash made with Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking momentum.
Hundred Flower Valley First Grade Elder uses a soft sword, Sword Technique is agile and cunning, but facing Han Kui whose cultivation level has reached First Grade Late Stage, he has gradually fallen behind.
"Dang--!"
Han Kui forced Hundred Flower Valley First Grade Elder back with a knife. He suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his left palm, and slapped Elder on the shoulder.
That Elder groaned, vomited blood, and staggered back.
Han Kui won't show mercy when he gains the upper hand, so he will take advantage of the situation to pursue and kill the opponent with a knife.
At this moment--
A green shadow stood between Han Kui and that Hundred Flower Valley Elder like a ghost.
Han Kui's footsteps suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on the green-robed figure, and his pupils shrank slightly.
"Fang Han."
His voice was hoarse, filled with irrepressible fear.
Fang Han said nothing.
Cloudsplitter Sword was unsheathed, and the cyan sword light was like lightning tearing through the night sky, straight towards Han Kui.
Han Kui gritted his teeth and tried his best to block with his sword.
"Dang--!!!"
The swords clashed and sparks flew everywhere.
Han Kui I felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, and my whole right arm instantly became numb, and my feet involuntarily took several steps back.
He stabilized his body and looked down at his right arm. The tiger's mouth had cracked and blood was dripping down the handle.
Looking up, Fang Han has arrived again.
The second sword is faster and more ruthless.
Han Kui had no choice but to block with his sword again.
"Dang--!!!"
There was another deafening sound of gold and iron.
With this knife, Han Kui's long knife flew out of his hand, spinning and inserting into the ground several feet away.
Fang Han's third sword has arrived.
The sword light flashed and passed by Han Kui's neck.
Han Kui's body stiffened suddenly, and a thin blood line quickly appeared and expanded on his neck.
Blood gushes out like a fountain.
He opened his mouth to say something, but all he could make was a "ho ho" sound.
The next moment, he fell down softly.
Three swords.
Just three swords.
This Iron River Gang Elder of First Grade Late Stage died under the sword of Fang Han.
"Fortunately, I was prepared for tonight!"
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, his eyes scanning the battlefield.
In the square, Iron River Gang's troops were rapidly decreasing under the attack of Seven Sects masters.
A Iron River Gang Second Grade Elder was attacked by two Vajra Temple monks. Demon-Subduing Pestle was hit in the chest. His ribs were shattered. He vomited blood and flew backwards. He hit the ground and could not get up again.
Three Iron River Gang Deacon tried to form a defensive formation back to back, but they were quickly killed under the siege of three Tyrant Blade Sect warriors.
The screams, the sound of weapons clashing, and the sound of powerful explosions intertwined together, echoing in the night sky.
Fang Han looked across the chaotic battlefield to the most intense battle circle in the center of the square.
There, three masters were fighting each other.
Huiming's whole body is filled with golden light, and every time he takes a palm print, it has the potential to shake mountains.
Liu Meiniang's figure was erratic, and the pink sword light was like mercury pouring down the ground, penetrating all around.
Yan Wuji was flanked by two people and was in an extremely difficult situation.
His robe was torn in many places, there was a blackened palm print on his left shoulder, and a deep sword mark under his right rib, with blood oozing out.
Although the violent blood Internal Qi in the body is still surging, it is no longer as solid as it was at the beginning.
"Huiming, Liu Meiniang, even if I die, I will have someone to support me!"
Yan Wuji forced Liu Meiniang back with a palm, his voice was hoarse and filled with irrepressible madness.
Huiming didn't say anything, just slapped his palm again.
Liu Meiniang didn't even answer. The pink sword light was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, piercing Yan Wuji's heart.
"Boom--!"
Another violent collision.
Yan Wuji spurted blood from his mouth and flew backwards.
"I will remember this grudge!"
Taking this opportunity, Yan Wuji turned around and quickly rushed towards the mountain gate.
The blood in his body Internal Qi activated the secret escape technique, and his robes rustled in the night wind at an alarming speed, like a dark red stream of light.
"Not good!"
Huiming frowned, and the golden figure quickly pursued.
"Whoosh!"
Liu Meiniang also flew out at the same time, and the pink sword light chased the dark red stream of light.
Three figures, one in front and two in back, swept quickly. Wherever they passed, ancient trees were broken and rocks collapsed.
After a long time, Huiming and Liu Meiniang, who appeared dozens of miles away from the Azure Profound Sect, stopped unwillingly.
Although Yan Wuji just broke through and became a grandmaster, due to the rapid development of magic skills, his cultivation level has now reached the third level among Grandmaster—Ninth Layer, which is not weaker than the two of them.
Coupled with the secret escape technique, the speed is even faster than their two veteran masters.
"Amitabha, let this animal escape."
Huiming put his hands together, recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice, and frowned.
"A master who escapes may have endless troubles in the future."
Liu Meiniang fell beside Huiming, a solemn look on that gorgeous face.
Although it is believed that it is highly likely that Yan Wuji led people to attack Azure Profound Sect, the possibility of the other six being attacked cannot be ruled out.
Because they had to set up ambushes in the other six sects, their forces were dispersed, and only their two masters participated in the siege.
In the end, Yan Wuji failed to besieged and killed, and Yan Wuji escaped.