More than ten miles away.
Green-Hoof Deer The carriage parked quietly beside the official road. The cold winter wind blew through the wasteland, blowing the curtains of the carriage to sway slightly.
"Obviously we are not far from Liangshui City, why did Brother Fang Han suddenly stop?"
Fang Yingxue stood beside the carriage, his hands unconsciously clenching the corners of his clothes.
The pair of eyes that were originally excited about being able to go home soon were now filled with confusion.
suddenly.
In the distance, waves of dull roars penetrated the dry and cold winter air, rolling in like muffled thunder.
Even though they were more than ten miles away, there was still a slight tremor in the ground beneath their feet.
That direction is exactly the direction Fang Han left.
Although she was only the cultivation level of Ninth-rank late stage, she had also seen Upper Third Grade warriors competing in the sect.
But the movement at the moment is far beyond the level of ordinary Upper Third Grade warriors.
The dull roar and the faint trembling of the ground all indicated that a terrifying battle was taking place far away Fang Zheng that was far beyond her imagination.
"Brother Fang Han is fighting a powerful enemy?!"
When this thought came to mind, Fang Yingxue couldn't help but breathe a little faster.
Her fingers that were holding the corners of her clothes were slightly white from exertion, and her lips were pursed into a thin, straight line.
Several times, she subconsciously took a half step forward, wanting to rush over to see what was going on.
But every time, the steps taken are pulled back.
With her Ninth-rank late stage cultivation level, even if she rushed over, she wouldn't be able to help at all.
It may even become a burden.
As for returning to the Azure Profound Sect for help--
Fang Yingxue looked back in the direction he came from, and pursed his lips tighter.
It is more than a day's journey from the Azure Profound Sect. Even with Green-Hoof Deer's walking distance, it will take one day to get back to the Azure Profound Sect.
By then, the battle was long over.
There is nothing she can do.
Can only wait.
The cold wind blew across the road, messing up the hair on her forehead.
She raised her hand and tucked her broken hair behind her ears, her eyes fixed on the direction of the distant roar, the worry in her eyes so thick that it seemed to overflow.
"Clang--!!!"
The swords collided again, and sparks shot out from the collision point like a waterfall, making the charred ground around the two people flicker in brightness and darkness.
Fang Han slid back a few feet, the soles of his boots dragging a shallow mark among the gravel, and the wrist holding the sword felt numb.
He raised his eyes and looked at Fan Yuan across from him, frowning slightly.
This old guy's sword skills have changed.
With that sword strike just now, the opponent could obviously avoid his sword edge and choose a more secure response, but he didn't.
He just faced the sword's edge and forced him to collide head-on.
That kind of fighting style is no longer just fierce, but also brings a bit of ruthlessness without regard for oneself.
Fang Han Thoughts flashed through his mind, and before he could think about it carefully, Fan Yuan had already come to kill him again.
"Boom--!"
Thunderclap Saber turned into a violent purple lightning bolt in the hands of Fan Yuan. Wherever Saber Aura passed, the air was electrolyzed to make a fine and harsh crackling sound.
This knife was faster, stronger, and more ruthless than before.
Fan Yuan The whole person seemed to be integrated into the light of the sword. There was no difference between the person and the sword, only a determination that was not afraid of death remained.
Silver-Gray Longsword trembled slightly in Fang Han's hand, and the dark green sword light was like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, precisely facing Thunderclap Saber when there was no chance.
"Boom!"
The two forces collide again.
The shock wave spread like a substance, sweeping outward with the two people as the center.
The gravel within a few feet in radius was shattered into powder, and the ground was cracked. The cracks were like the roots of old trees, spreading in all directions.
Fang Han retreated seven feet.
Fan Yuan retreated five feet.
But Fan Yuan didn't even wait for his body to completely stabilize before he pounced again.
There was no expression at all on that pale old face, only the deep-set eye sockets burned with cold murderous intent.
He is like an old wolf that has stared at its prey. Regardless of whether it will cause any injuries, it just bites its fangs into the prey's throat again and again.
Fang Han's eyes narrowed slightly.
He saw it.
This old guy's style of play is forcing him to trade injuries for injuries.
Fight for your life.
"Want to trade injuries with me?"
Fang Han snorted coldly in his heart, and a cold wave appeared in his eyes that had always been as calm as water.
Although the opponent is an old master, he not only broke through the physical barrier, but also practiced the Horizontal Training technique of <Black Tortoise True Art> to the Proficiency Realm.
Liquid Qi and blood surged like a river in his body, strengthening his body as if it were made of alloy.
When it comes to physical defense, he is confident that he will never be inferior to the old masters.
Since the other party wants to trade injury for injury--
Then trade injury for injury!
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, Fang Han moved forward instead of retreating.
The green-robed figure shot out like an arrow from the string, Silver-Gray Longsword tilted up, and the dark green sword light suddenly surged under the blessing of Wind Sword Intent, turning into a blue rainbow that ripped Void Sundering's energy.
Fan Yuan A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, which was soon replaced by a stronger murderous intent.
He snorted coldly, and Thunderclap Saber struck directly at Fang Han's chest without dodging or evading.
Fang Han also did not dodge.
"Pfft--!"
Thunderclap Saber tore the green robe and cut a foot-long wound diagonally on Fang Han's left chest.
The dark purple Saber Aura invaded the flesh and blood, and the electric arc jumped around the edge of the wound, making a subtle sizzling sound and roasting the cut flesh until it was slightly scorched.
Almost at the same moment, Silver-Gray Longsword in Fang Han's hand also penetrated Fan Yuan's right shoulder.
The dark green sword light erupted, tearing apart the robe on Fan Yuan's right shoulder along with the flesh. Blood instantly poured out, dripping down the arm, dyeing half of the sleeve red.
One sword for another.
The two people passed each other, each stopping a few feet away.
Fang Han lowered his head and glanced at the stab wound on his chest.
Even with his powerful body now blessed by liquid energy and blood, the wounds from the opponent's sword were not shallow.
However, the opponent is a veteran grandmaster after all. He withstood the full blow of a veteran grandmaster and only suffered this level of injury, which is enough to show how powerful the physical defense is.
For an ordinary First Grade warrior, this sword would be enough to split the sternum, no, the whole person would probably be split in half.
Fan Yuan also glanced at the sword wound on his right shoulder.
The sword mark penetrated about an inch into the flesh, but did not damage any muscles or bones. He smiled coldly, not caring about the wound.
After entering the realm of Grandmaster for decades, he has experienced more than a hundred battles, large and small. For him, this injury is just ordinary.
And he is confident that as a veteran grandmaster, his physical strength will definitely surpass Fang Han who has not yet entered the realm of a grandmaster.
"I want to see how long you can last."
Before the hoarse voice fell, Fan Yuan came out again.
Thunderclap Saber flew like a wheel in his hand, and Saber Aura was pushed out layer by layer, each knife carrying a fierce and fearless madness.
Fang Han said nothing, and Silver-Gray Longsword came forward.
This time, neither of them dodge.
The sword comes, the sword goes.
Every blow is a head-on blow, and every shot is carried with determination without hesitation of self-destruction.
Thunderclap Saber struck Fang Han's left arm, and the dark green sword pierced Fan Yuan's lower abdomen.
Saber Aura tore a bloody gash on Fang Han's shoulder, and the sword edge left a deep scar on Fan Yuan's thigh.
The purple electric sword struck at Fang Han's neck. Fang Han turned his head to avoid the vital point, and the blade drew a bloody line on his shoulder.
Almost at the same moment, Silver-Gray Longsword stabbed out from an extremely tricky angle and sank into Fan Yuan's back. When the sword tip was pulled out, a cloud of hot blood mist came out.
"Clang--!!!"
"Pfft--"
"Dang Dang Dang——!!!"
The clanging of swords and the dull sound of weapons entering flesh were intertwined. Two figures, dark green and dark purple, intertwined, collided, intertwined, and collided again in this wasteland that had long been beyond recognition.
Blood splashed in the cold wind.
Fang Han's green robe was cut with seven or eight cuts, and under each cut was a stab wound.
The deepest cut was on the lower abdomen. The blade cut into it for two inches, and the dark red muscle texture was faintly visible.
Blood seeped out from various wounds, dyeing half of his robe dark. It quickly solidified in the cold winter wind, and was torn again in the next collision.
However, his sword did not slow down at all.
He didn't even lower his head to look at his injuries. His eyes were still terrifyingly calm, as if those bleeding wounds were growing on someone else.
Fan Yuan is also decorated.
The gray robe had been cut to pieces by the sword, and more than ten sword wounds were spread all over his arms, chest, abdomen, and legs.
The most serious wound was on the left rib. The blade of the sword passed between two ribs. Although the internal organs were not injured, every breath would affect the wound and cause bursts of stinging pain.
But his Blade Intent has never faded and is still full of fierceness.
"Boom, boom, boom--"
The wasteland with a radius of several miles had been destroyed beyond recognition by the two men's desperate fighting.
Saber Aura was chopped down, and the earth opened into a ravine of hundreds of feet, which was bottomless.
The sword light swept across, and the mound was cut open from the middle, and the section was like a mirror.
The shock waves spread outward one after another, repeatedly plowing, overturning, and crushing the ground.
The soil and gravel were thrown into the air with terrifying force, and then fell down one after another like a heavy rain.
Wherever the two of them passed, the earth was dug up with hideous scars one after another.
Those ravines and pits were piled up one after another, and it was no longer possible to tell which one was left first and which one was cut out later.
From a distance, this wasteland seems to have been trampled and torn repeatedly by two ancient ferocious beasts, and there is no longer an inch of intact land.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides had exchanged more than a hundred moves.
Fang Han had more than a dozen large and small wounds on his body.
Blood seeped out from various wounds, staining his whole body as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood.
His breathing became a little heavier, but the hand holding the sword was still as steady as a rock.
There was still no trace of fear in those eyes.
Obviously, these dozen injuries did not seriously damage him.
He has a physical body that is hard to be hurt by ordinary masters, and even veteran masters can hardly inflict serious damage.
Fan Yuan also had no less than a dozen injuries on his body.
There are sword marks everywhere on the right shoulder, left arm, lower abdomen, thigh, lower back, and left rib.
The deepest cut was on the left rib - the sword edge penetrated the muscle and almost injured the spleen.
The blood dyed the opponent's dark robe dark red, and every step he took would leave a blood mark under his feet.