Zhong Jiuming's pupils suddenly shrank.
He blocked the sword almost instinctively.
The nine copper rings on the golden blade exploded at the same moment, and the golden light from the blade increased several times, condensing into a thick sword shield.
"Dang--!!!"
Sword Qi slashed on the sword and shield, making a dull sound of gold and iron.
Zhong Jiuming I felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, and the jaws of both hands holding the blade burst apart at the same time, and blood splattered.
The whole person felt as if he was hit head-on by a flying mountain peak, and his body flew backwards involuntarily.
His feet plowed two ravines on the ground that were about a foot deep, breaking several ancient trees as thick as an arm's length along the way.
After retreating dozens of feet, he barely managed to stabilize his body.
Kneeling on one knee, the golden Nine-Ring Saber leaned into the ground, and the blade of the sword hummed and trembled.
He looked down at his chest.
The robe was torn apart by the residual power of Sword Qi, and a shallow bloodstain appeared on the chest, and blood was slowly seeping out.
The whole place was dead silent.
Qi Jiuyuan, Chu Hanshan, Liu Ruyin, Zhao Qingcang, the complexions of the four people changed at the same instant.
Zhong Jiuming is a genuine old master. Such a person was actually injured by Fang Han's sword counterattack.
How is this possible?
"Grandmaster Fifth Layer..."
Liu Ruyin's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an irrepressible shock in his voice.
She withdrew her gaze from Zhong Jiuming and looked at Fang Han again. The gaze was no longer the contemptuous one before, but was replaced by an unprecedented dignity.
Originally, I thought that among the two grandmasters Azure Profound Sect, the most difficult one would be Gu Changqing, the veteran grandmaster.
But I didn't expect that the most difficult person to deal with would be the new Grandmaster Fang Han.
She exchanged glances with the other three masters.
There were no words in those eyes, but there was some kind of silent consensus reached. This man was invincible and must join forces.
"Boom--"
Qi Jiuyuan took the lead.
He raised his right palm, his fingers slightly bent, and the red True Qi gathered crazily in the palm of his hand.
The True Qi is as solid as substance, the color is as deep as magma, and it emits a high temperature that is hot enough to distort the air.
With a palm shot, the red palm prints rose up in the storm and instantly turned into a huge palm shadow with a radius of dozens of feet.
With the momentum of burning mountains and boiling seas, it pressed down on Fang Han.
"Whoops--"
Almost at the same moment, Chu Hanshan unsheathed his sword.
The moment the black-sheathed long sword was unsheathed, a Sword Intent that was so sharp that it almost became a substance shot up into the sky.
The Sword Intent is so sharp that it seems to be able to cut the eyes into pieces, and a dark gray light shines on the sword.
The sword thrust out, Sword Qi condensed like a thread, and silently went straight to Fang Han's throat.
"Drink--"
Zhao Qingcang shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder.
His feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, opening up a huge crater that was more than ten feet deep.
The whole person shot out like a cannonball, his right fist was clenched, and the light Dark Gold at the edge of the fist suddenly surged.
"Boom--"
With one punch, the fist turned into a dark gold fist seal as solid as a mountain, and hit Fang Han's chest with Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking's force.
Three veteran grandmaster-level attacks struck from three directions at almost the same instant, sealing off all Fang Han's dodge space.
"Fang Han!"
Gu Changqing's complexion changed suddenly, his right hand held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he was about to take a step forward--
A figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
Liu Ruyin stood with a sword in his hand, his aqua blue dress fluttering gently in the strong wind, and said with a cold look on his face.
"Gu Changqing, your opponent is me."
"Boom--"
The red True Qi giant palm pressed down in the air, its shadow covering dozens of feet in a radius, and the air was distorted and deformed by the scorching high temperature.
The gravel on the ground trembled under the pressure of the palm wind, as if the entire mountain ridge was sinking downwards under the palm.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han is not hardwired.
The green-robed figure suddenly dwarfed just before the palm shadow fell, and swooped out like a willow catkin clinging to the ground.
The sole of the boot scraped the ground, leaving an almost invisible afterimage.
<Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> was driven to the extreme by him, and his figure slipped past the edge of the palm shadow in a moment.
"Boom--!"
True Qi's giant palm fell and hit the ridge hard.
The entire ridge shook violently, and a huge palm print was embedded into the ground, several feet deep.
The rocks at the edge were burned by the high temperature into dark red magma, sizzling, and plumes of green smoke rising.
The vegetation around the palm print turned into fly ash in an instant, and the cracks on the ground spread in all directions like spider webs, extending hundreds of feet before stopping.
"Whoops--!"
Fang Han's body is firm and steady, Chu Hanshan's sword has arrived.
The dark gray sword pierced the air silently, almost too fast to be captured by the naked eye.
A bit of cold light at the tip of the sword glowed with a cold luster in the sun, and went straight to Fang Han's throat.
There is no ostentation of Sword Qi, and all the power is concentrated in the sword.
Before the sword even arrived, the extremely sharp edge had already stabbed the skin in Fang Han's throat and tightened slightly.
"Whoops--!"
Fang Han flipped his wrist, and Silver-Gray Longsword swung upwards.
Dark Cyan's sword light suddenly lit up on the sword body, Wind Sword Intent condensed into substance, and the air where the sword blade passed silently cracked dark lines.
There were no fancy moves with this sword, it was just a simple slash, accurately cutting in the middle of the dark gray sword.
"Ding--"
The sword light collided with the sword light, emitting a very thin and sharp sound of gold and iron.
The sound was not deafening, but it pierced the eardrums like a needle.
The moment Chu Hanshan touched the dark green sword, the sharp sword energy attached to the sword shattered.
A powerful counterattack force spread back along the sword.
Chu Hanshan's wrist holding the sword felt slightly numb, and a trace of surprise that could not be concealed flashed across his thin face.
His sword may seem ordinary, but in fact it has condensed the essence of Sword Intent that he has been immersed in kendo for decades. Even his opponents who are also veteran masters have to avoid the edge for a while.
But Fang Han not only accepted it, but he did it so lightly.
"Boom!"
At this moment, Zhao Qingcang's fist arrived.
Dark Gold's fist seal is as solid as a mountain, carrying the momentum of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking.
The air where the fist passed was compressed to the point of emitting a dull sonic boom. The gravel on the ground was lifted up by the wind of the fist and was shaken into powder in mid-air.
This punch was straight forward, without any bells and whistles, just pure, domineering power to the extreme.
Fang Han flipped his wrist, and Silver-Gray Longsword suddenly spun in his palm. The sword was placed across his chest, and Dark Cyan's sword light suddenly lit up on the blade.
Wind Sword Intent condensed into substance, turning into a solid sword curtain lying in front of him.
The sword curtain is not thick, but it has a warm dark green luster flowing around it, like water in a deep pool floating quietly three feet away from the sword body.
"Boom--!"
The fist hit the sword curtain and made a dull loud noise.
A circle of air waves visible to the naked eye exploded at the center of the collision, spreading crazily around.
Wherever the air wave passed, a layer of the ground was scraped off.
The gravel and soil were wrapped up and shot out in all directions, leaving a patch of sparse forest in the distance riddled with holes.
Fang Han's body swayed slightly and he took half a step back. The soles of his boots left a shallow footprint on the ground.
But the sword curtain did not shatter, but there were a few ripple-like fluctuations on the surface, and then it returned to its original state.
"...?"
Zhao Qingcang's big copper eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
He didn't hold back any force in his punch, even his opponent, who was also a veteran master, had to avoid the edge temporarily.
But Fang Han not only accepted it, but also only took half a step back.
"Difficult!"
This is the truest thought in the minds of Qi Jiuyuan, Chu Hanshan, and Zhao Qingcang.
As veteran grandmasters, when the three of them joined forces, they originally thought they could easily defeat each other.
Unexpectedly, the three of them couldn't take advantage of each other.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Qi Jiuyuan's three figures flashed, forming a "pin" shape, surrounding Fang Han in the center.
Qi Jiuyuan stood directly in front of Fang Han. The dark red Brocade Robe rustled in the strong wind. The look on his face was much more solemn than before.
His right hand behind his back was clenched, showing his dignity at this moment.
Chu Hanshan is on the left side of Fang Han, and the black-sheathed long sword is pointing at Fang Han, with a dark gray sword glow hesitating at the tip.
His usually half-closed eyes were now fully opened, and there was an extremely subtle vibration deep in his eyes that was slowly settling.
Zhao Qingcang is on the right side of Fang Han, his right fist is clenched, and the luster of Dark Gold on the fist bone flickers on and off.
There wasn't much expression on his rough face, but his breathing was a little heavier than before.
Although the opponent is difficult to deal with, fortunately there are three of them. With the three of them joining forces, they don't think they will lose to the opponent.
The next moment, the three of them moved at the same time.
"Boom--"
Qi Jiuyuan raised both palms together, and red True Qi surged out from his palms like a volcano erupting.
Turned into red palm prints.
The palm print no longer pursues coverage, but is compressed to a size of about ten feet, and is as solid as a red-hot iron plate.
With the high temperature that burned the financial iron, they blasted towards Fang Han one after another.
Every time a palm print fell, the air was scorched to the point of making a sizzling sound.
The rocks on the ground swept by the palm wind instantly turned into dark red magma, flowing slowly along the slope of the ridge.
"Whoops!"
Chu Hanshan's Sword Intent also changed at this moment.
The black-sheathed long sword turned into dark gray sword shadows in his hands, and the sword shadows were layer upon layer, rushing towards Fang Han like a tide.
Every sword is incredibly fast, every sword is cunning and ruthless, and the tip of the sword points at Fang Han's vital points all over his body.
Sword Qi criss-crossed, leaving bottomless smooth sword marks on the ground.
The edge of the sword mark is as smooth as a mirror, as if the earth has been scratched repeatedly by an invisible carving knife.
"Boom!"
Zhao Qingcang approached from the right, his fists were like two heavy hammers, punching out one after another.
Dark Gold's fists drag out solid trajectories in the air, and each punch carries mountain-destroying power Mountain-Breaker.
His punches were wide open and closed, which seemed clumsy, but in fact, every punch blocked Fang Han's dodge angle, forcing Fang Han to deal with it head-on.
Three old master-level offensives poured in from three directions at the same time like a violent storm, shrouding Fang Han.
"Shuashuashua--"
Fang Han's expression is still calm.
He pushed <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> to the extreme, and the green-robed figure shuttled and flickered among the shadows of palms, swords, and fists in the sky.
Sometimes the figure is erratic, letting Qi Jiuyuan's red palm prints rub against his robe.
Sometimes it rises and falls suddenly like a thunderous giant, and before Chu Hanshan and Sword Intent are fully deployed, they have already left the range pointed by the sword's edge.
Sometimes it slides close to the ground like a ghost, passing through the gaps in the Zhao Qingcang fist.
<Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> After all, it is a precious Middle-Grade Artistic Conception Body Movement that ordinary top forces cannot afford.
Even if his accomplishments in <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> are only Beginner stage, they are not comparable to those of Low-Grade Artistic Conception Body Movement and Perfection Realm.