When Fan Yuan reached out to touch the trump card, Fang Han moved.
"Whoosh!"
Dark Cyan's sword light lit up again.
The figure of Fang Han approached like a ghost. Silver-Gray Longsword drew a simple and sharp arc in the air, cutting straight at Fan Yuan's right arm that was reaching for his waist.
This sword was faster, more ruthless, and the angle was outrageous.
Where the sword tip passed, the air cracked silently with dark lines, and Wind Sword Intent solidified, blocking all Fan Yuan's dodge routes.
Fan Yuan's complexion suddenly changed, and the hand reaching for his waist had to be retracted hastily.
He retreated sharply, plowing two deep ravines on the ground with his feet, trying to distance himself and retrieve his knife.
However, he retreated quickly, and Fang Han's sword was faster.
The second sword has arrived.
Dark Cyan's sword light slashed Fan Yuan's waist and abdomen.
Before Sword Qi arrived, the sharp intention to tear everything apart had caused Fan Yuan's robe to split silently at the waist and abdomen.
Fan Yuan gritted his teeth and hurriedly made a dark purple palm print with his right palm, trying to stop Sword Intent.
"Tsk--"
The moment the sword light collided with the palm print, the dark purple palm print was cut open like a piece of tissue paper.
The sword light remained unabated and struck Fan Yuan on the waist and abdomen.
A sword mark appeared, and blood spurted out, dyeing half of Fan Yuan's robe red.
Fan Yuan groaned and stumbled back involuntarily.
Every step left deep footprints on the ground, crushing all the bluestones beneath his feet.
Before he could stabilize his body, the third sword had already reached his face.
The sword stabbed directly between his eyebrows, and a cold light Dark Cyan at the tip of the sword quickly enlarged in his sharply contracted pupils.
The shadow of death instantly enveloped him, and all the blood in his body almost solidified.
He tilted his head desperately, and the sword light grazed his left ear.
His left ear was cut off at the base, and blood dripped down his neck, dyeing the robe on his shoulders dark.
And a rockery in the distance behind him was hit by the Sword Qi that passed by, and exploded with a bang, sending rubble flying hundreds of feet away.
"Shuashuashua--"
Fang Han and Sword Intent kept coming, and the fourth sword, the fifth sword, and the sixth sword were handed out one after another.
The sword light is like an endless tide, rushing towards Fan Yuan one after another.
Each sword fell precisely on Fan Yuan's flaw, and each sword left a shocking scar on Fan Yuan's body.
The sword hit the left shoulder, and the bone was visible deep inside.
Sword Qi came out of his body and chopped off a corner of a pavilion behind him, causing the pavilion to collapse suddenly.
His right leg was hit by a sword and he moved slowly.
The blood dragged a long trail of blood on the ground, dyeing the ground where Fan Yuan passed red.
The sword struck him in the back, and his skin and flesh were rolled out.
Sword Qi slashed through the back of Fan Yuan's robe, leaving a sword mark dozens of feet long on the ground, sending rubble flying.
Fan Yuan is like a lone boat in the storm, being tossed left and right by the continuous sword light.
The sword marks on his body increased one after another, and blood poured out from all the wounds, staining his whole body like a bloody man.
He wanted to reach into his waist several times and take out the few life-saving cards at the bottom of the box.
But Fang Han's sword was so fast that he didn't have even a moment's gap.
Every time his fingertips were about to touch something at his waist, the Dark Cyan sword light would strike with precision like a poisonous snake, forcing him to take back his hand to block it.
He could only watch his injuries getting worse and worse.
I can only watch death approaching step by step.
There are more and more buildings smashed and trees broken along the way.
"Bang--"
Fan Yuan was forced back by a sword and crashed into a side hall.
The wall of the side hall suddenly collapsed, burying his entire body in rubble.
However, before he could struggle to get up, a sword light from Dark Cyan had already followed him.
He split the remains of the side hall with his sword, and the rubble flew to both sides, creating countless potholes on the ground.
The sword light accurately struck his left arm that he had just raised. With a "pop" sound, the left arm was severed at the elbow, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Ah--!"
Fan Yuan let out a shrill scream, his voice full of pain and despair.
"Pfft--!"
Another sword light flashed through, Fan Yuan's right shoulder was completely pierced, and the pipa bone was shattered.
His right arm drooped limply, and he could no longer lift it up with any strength.
He staggered back, his feet went weak, and he fell to one knee on the ground.
On that blood-stained face, and in those deep-set eyes, there was real fear.
Can't beat it.
Totally unbeatable.
From the moment he was severely injured in the sneak attack, he was destined to have no chance of winning.
Fang Han didn't give him a chance to use his hole cards at all.
"Hateful..."
Fan Yuan opened his mouth to say something, but he only coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Fang Han stood in front of him, Silver-Gray Longsword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a drop of dark red blood slowly slid down from the tip of the sword.
Those calm eyes fell on Fan Yuan, showing no pity or intolerance, only a cold calmness.
He raised his sword and pointed the tip at Fan Yuan's heart.
Then a sword was handed out.
As fast as lightning.
"Pfft--"
The sword edge sank into Fan Yuan's chest and emerged from the back, with a wisp of dark red blood on the tip of the sword.
Fan Yuan was shaken all over, lowered his head, and looked at the bloody sword tip on his chest.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make a few vague hisses, like air leakage.
The look in those deep-set eyes quickly dimmed and eventually lost its luster completely.
Thunderlight Pavilion Supreme Elder Fan Yuan, the old master who had been with East Foothills Prefecture for decades, died just like that.
Fang Han slowly drew the sword, and the sword blade rubbed against the flesh and bone, making a tiny, tooth-searing sound.
Fan Yuan's body lost its support and fell forward to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust and gravel.
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, standing on the ruins that had been destroyed by the battle, and slowly let out a breath of turbid air.
Thunderlight Pavilion, this dark cloud that had been weighing on his heart for months was finally cut to pieces with the sword in his hand.
An earth-shaking loud noise exploded from the depths of the Thunderlight Pavilion, like thunder on the ground, shocking the entire mountain gate from its deep sleep.
The air waves carried gravel and smoke into the sky, forming a gray mushroom cloud in the night that could be clearly seen within dozens of miles.
The shock wave spread outward, and wherever it passed, the tiles of the palace were lifted up, the branches of the trees were broken, and the stone slabs on the ground were cracked, leaving spiderweb-like cracks.
Inside the Thunderlight Pavilion, the lights of one palace after another lit up one after another.
The master of the pavilion, Lei Qianting, stood up from the bed. He didn't even have time to put on his outer robe, and rushed out of the palace wearing only a white coat.
The color on that usually majestic face was gone at this moment, leaving only an uncontrollable panic.
"This is... the direction of Supreme Elder's palace?!"
His eyes were fixed on the direction of the smoke and dust, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
What can cause such a commotion is definitely not an ordinary fight between warriors.
It must be a collision at the master level.
There is a grandmaster fighting Supreme Elder in the depths of the Thunderlight Pavilion!
This conclusion was like a basin of ice water, poured from head to toe, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
"Pavilion Master!"
Several Break the Wind sounds rushed from different directions, and several Thunderlight Pavilion Elder landed beside Lei Qianting.
These Elders, who are usually mature and prudent, now all look panicked and their eyes are full of uneasiness.
"Who is Supreme Elder fighting?!"
Panic spread in the night like a plague.
More and more Thunderlight Pavilion disciples rushed out from their respective residences, including Deacon, disciples, and servants. The lights all over the mountain illuminated the entire mountain gate like daylight.
They were talking and speculating in low voices, their voices filled with uncontrollable panic.
"Supreme Elder is a veteran grandmaster. Who can fight against Supreme Elder and cause such a commotion?!"
"Could it be that there are multiple masters besieging Supreme Elder?!"
At this moment--
Another more violent roar came.
The roar was mixed with the sharp sound of metal and iron, and the dull sound of the collapse of the building.
Immediately afterwards, shouts of killing suddenly started from the direction of the Thunderlight Pavilion Mountain Gate.
"Enemy attack--!"
A shrill scream pierced the night sky, carrying the despair and pain of dying, and then stopped abruptly.
That was the voice of the disciple on duty at the mountain gate.
Hundreds of blue-black figures, like tides gushing out in the night, rushed in from the direction of the mountain gate.
The first person, wearing a dark green robe, hair tied with a wooden hairpin, and a pale face, is none other than Azure Profound Sect Supreme Elder Gu Changqing.
He took the lead and swept the Plain Longsword in his hand casually, and a cyan Sword Qi that was a hundred feet long swept out.
"Pfft--"
The dozens of the Thunderlight Pavilion disciples who tried to stop him were cut in half by the Sword Qi before they had time to react.
Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, spreading a shocking dark red on the bluestone floor.
Sword Qi continued his momentum and cut the tall stone archway at the mountain gate diagonally from the middle.
"Boom--"
The stone arch collapsed suddenly, and rubble flew, smashing several Thunderlight Pavilion disciples below who were unable to dodge into a pulp.
"Kill!"
Chen Wanjun drew his sword out of its sheath, and the light of the sword passed by like a sword, cutting a Thunderlight Pavilion Deacon into two pieces with his sword.
Shen Moyan's long sword was swung, the sword light crisscrossed, and Thunderlight Pavilion's disciples fell down with every thrust of the sword.
Jiang Chu shuttled between the buildings like a ghost, the short blade in his hand glowing with a cold sheen.
Every time he swung it, it accurately wiped the throat of the Thunderlight Pavilion disciple.
Azure Profound Sect, from Elder down to his disciples, are all the best among the best, but Thunderlight Pavilion was caught off guard by the sudden attack. Under the Azure Profound Sect's attack, people were killed one after another.
Among the ruins.
Fang Han slowly inserted Silver-Gray Longsword into the scabbard and began to touch the corpse.
First there was the Thunderclap Saber nailed into the wall of the distant palace.
Fang Han walked forward, held the handle of the knife, and pulled it out gently.
The blade came out of the gravel and made a clear buzzing sound.
The blade is broad and thick, and is dark purple all over. The back of the blade is engraved with complex lightning patterns, and it still has a cold luster even in the dim night.
"Sure enough, it's Superior Dharma Weapon."
Fang Han whispered to himself, flipped his wrist, and put Thunderclap Saber into Storage Ring.
Walking back to Fan Yuan's body, he squatted down and reached into Fan Yuan's waist that was torn by sword marks.
His fingertips touched several cold and hard objects.
He took out these items one by one and spread them out in the palm of his hand.