Chu Hanshan's pupils shrank to the size of a pinhead, his feet retreated sharply, and his body swept back several feet.
But Fang Han's sword is faster.
The wisp of cold light Dark Cyan at the tip of the sword was always chasing his chest. Instead of getting closer, the distance did not get closer.
The rescuers of Qi Jiuyuan and Zhao Qingcang finally arrived.
"Boom--"
Qi Jiuyuan made a red palm print with his right palm. The palm print was solid, wrapped in the heat of burning financial iron, and hit Fang Han's back directly.
"Boom--"
Zhao Qingcang roared loudly and punched out with his right fist. The dark gold fist turned into a fist seal as solid as a mountain, sealing off all the dodge space on the left side of Fang Han.
Two veteran grandmaster-level attacks, one from behind and one from left, struck at the same time.
If Fang Han continues to chase Chu Hanshan, he will definitely be hit by these two attacks.
In a flash of lightning, Fang Han responded.
He quickly returned his sword to block.
The long sword collided with the red palm print taken by Qi Jiuyuan.
"Boom--!"
The long sword and the palm print collided violently in mid-air, causing a dull loud noise.
The red and dark blue lights intertwined wildly, and a shock wave visible to the naked eye exploded in the center of the collision, lifting the gravel and soil on the ground several feet high.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han took advantage of the counter-shock force of this palm, and his body moved forward instead of retreating.
The whole person was like a blue lightning caught by the strong wind, shooting towards Chu Hanshan at a faster speed than before.
Moreover, he used this to avoid Zhao Qingcang's dark gold fist attack from the left.
"..."
Chu Hanshan's complexion changed drastically, and he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.
He had just taken advantage of the gap between Qi Jiuyuan and Zhao Qingcang to retreat more than ten feet and was about to adjust his condition.
But he didn't expect that Fang Han would use such an unexpected method to break a hole between the two of them and catch up at a faster speed.
If he tried to dodge again, it was too late.
He only had time to subconsciously turn sideways to avoid the vital point.
"Pfft--"
Dark Cyan's sword light penetrated Chu Hanshan's right chest, and the sword tip came out from the back, bringing out a cloud of hot blood mist.
A sharp pain came from the right chest.
Chu Hanshan He didn't have time to check the injury, but just from the pain level, he already realized that the injury was extremely serious.
"Shua--"
Feeling fierce in his heart, he suddenly swung his sword and slashed at Fang Han beside him, wanting to exchange injuries with Fang Han.
"Whoosh!"
But Fang Han didn't give him this chance.
Draw your sword and dodge.
He dodged the sword that exchanged injury for injury.
And with a quick sword strike, he slashed to the left, hitting Zhao Qingcang who had just missed a punch.
Zhao Qingcang failed with one punch and was about to withdraw his punch and attack again.
Then he saw a Dark Cyan sword light reaching his face. Sword Intent was so fast that it was too late to dodge.
"Drink--"
He shouted violently and hurriedly crossed his arms in front of his chest. Dark Gold and True Qi rushed to his arms crazily.
The muscles on his arms suddenly swelled at this moment, stretching the sleeves to pieces, revealing the dark golden skin underneath.
Those were the arms he had tempered after practicing his boxing skills to the extreme.
Stronger than Spirit Iron, it can be called the strongest defense in him.
"Dang--!"
The sword light struck Zhao Qingcang's crossed arms.
"Pfft--"
Zhao Qingcang The layer of dark golden luster on both arms was cut open easily by the sword light, like butter touching a hot knife.
His expression suddenly changed.
He felt an extremely sharp Sword Intent cut through the defense of his proud arms.
Severe pain instantly swept through both arms.
"Uh-huh--"
He groaned and stumbled back involuntarily.
With every step he took, the ground beneath his feet was cracked and gravel and dust flew around.
On his arms, there were two sword marks deep in the bones extending from the wrists to the elbows.
Blood gushes out from the wound, drips down the arm, and gathers into a dark red line at the fingertips.
The drops fell to the ground, spreading out into a large area of dark red.
From drawing the sword to being seriously injured Zhao Qingcang, it took less than a breath.
"Everyone was seriously injured?"
It was only at this moment that the remaining energy of Qi Jiuyuan's red palm print, which was blocked by Fang Han's sword, dissipated in the air.
It was only then that he discovered the situation of Chu Hanshan and Zhao Qingcang.
Seeing Chu Hanshan and Zhao Qingcang, both of whom were seriously injured, the expression on his Fang Zheng face finally changed completely.
Chu Hanshan's right chest was penetrated, and Zhao Qingcang's arms were chopped.
Three of their old masters were seriously injured by Fang Han in just a few breaths.
The situation took a turn for the worse.
This is no longer a disadvantage.
This is about to fail.
A chill rose from the bottom of his heart and spread along his spine to his limbs.
He has lived to this age and has been in the realm of a master for decades. What kind of storms and waves has he not seen?
But today's battle made him feel a long-lost emotion that he had almost forgotten -
fear.
That's the fear that arises when facing an opponent that you can't defeat at all.
Fang Han did not give Qi Jiuyuan time to digest this fear.
"Shua--"
Silver-Gray Longsword turned around after seriously injuring Zhao Qingcang, and the sword drew a perfect arc in mid-air.
The dark green sword light regrouped and turned towards Qi Jiuyuan.
Locked by Fang Han's sword, the hair on Qi Jiuyuan's body stood on end.
He gritted his teeth and stretched out both palms.
The True Qi inside the body surged out without reservation like a volcano erupting.
The red True Qi turned into red palm prints and was photographed fiercely.
Like a burning mountain, carrying the terrifying power of burning mountains and boiling seas, it pressed down on Fang Han.
This palm was the result of his lifelong skill, and it was his strongest blow as Crimson Flame Sect Supreme Elder.
Wherever the palm print passed, the air was distorted by the high temperature, making a harsh sizzling sound.
The ground suddenly collapsed under the pressure of the palm wind, opening up bottomless cracks.
The rocks at the edge of the crack are burned at high temperatures into dark red magma, which slowly flows along the crack.
"Whoops--!"
Fang Han's calm eyes reflected the red palm prints that were getting closer and closer, reflected the high temperature that was hot enough to distort the air, and reflected Qi Jiuyuan's face that was slightly distorted by the full force of True Qi.
Then he held out a sword.
There is nothing fancy about this sword.
Just a simple stab with a sword.
But the moment the sword edge thrust out, an extremely condensed Wind Sword Intent burst out from the sword.
Dark Cyan's sword light suddenly surged, and its color was as deep as a thousand-year cold pool.
The cold light of Dark Cyan at the tip of the sword was so bright in the sunlight that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.
Wherever the sword tip passed, the air cracked silently with a straight black line.
The lines were as thin as hair, but they lingered, as if the space itself had been stabbed with an imperceptible wound by this sword.
Then, the tip of the sword touched the red palm print.
There was no earth-shattering noise, no deafening roar.
The red palm print, which was as solid as substance and had the potential to burn mountains and boil seas, the moment it touched the dark green sword light, it burst silently from the center like a bubble pierced by the tip of a needle.
The cracks spread crazily, spreading from the center to all sides.
It shattered inch by inch and turned into countless tiny spots of light, like a silent red drizzle.
Fang Han's sword penetrated Bengsan's palm force and continued to move forward.
In Qi Jiuyuan's pupils, the sword light of Dark Cyan is getting closer and brighter.
He wanted to dodge, but found that his energy had been completely locked. No matter whether he turned left or right, he could not escape the pursuit of the sword light.
He wanted to use his palm to block again, but in his haste, he had no time to gather the power of the second palm.
He could only watch helplessly as the sword light pierced his left shoulder.
"Pfft--"
The tip of the sword sank into the flesh, penetrated the shoulder blade, and emerged from the back.
Qi Jiuyuan was shaken all over, and the blood on Fang Zheng's face faded completely in an instant.
A sharp pain that he had never experienced since becoming a grandmaster swept through his whole body from his left shoulder.
The pain was like countless invisible sharp knives stirring in his bone marrow at the same time, making him, a veteran master who had lived for more than a hundred years, unable to help but let out a muffled groan.
"Pfft--"
In a life-and-death crisis, he exploded to the limit and quickly retreated.
The sword was drawn out, rubbing against the flesh and bone, making a small and heart-wrenching sound.
The blood from the wound on his left shoulder spurted out like a fountain, dyeing half of his body Brocade Robe dark.
His figure staggered backwards, with every step he stepped on, gravel on the ground flew everywhere.
After retreating for more than ten feet, I finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to one knee on the ground.
His left hand covered the sword mark that penetrated the front and back of his left shoulder, blood seeping out from between his fingers.
The drops fell to the ground, spreading a shocking dark red.
The whole place was dead silent.
Qi Jiuyuan knelt on one knee, with blood pouring from his left shoulder.
Chu Hanshan leaned his sword on the ground, and the sword mark on his right chest that penetrated the front and back was still bleeding, dyeing half of his gray robe dark.
Zhao Qingcang His arms were hanging by his sides, and the two sword marks extending from his wrists to his elbows were deep enough to show the bones. Blood dripped down his fingertips, spreading into two small patches of dark red on the ground.
The three old masters were all seriously injured.
"How come?"
Liu Ruyin was forcing Gu Changqing back with a sword, and the corner of his eye swept in the direction of Qi Jiuyuan and the three of them, and the look in those phoenix eyes froze in an instant.
Qi Jiuyuan knelt on one knee and his left shoulder was penetrated.
Chu Hanshan leaned on the ground with his sword, and his right chest was penetrated.
Zhao Qingcang's arms were covered in blood, and his combat power was severely damaged.
Three veteran masters were seriously injured by Fang Han each with one sword in less than a cup of tea.
A chill rose from the bottom of Liu Ruyin's heart and instantly spread to her limbs and bones, giving her an unprecedented sense of fear in her heart.
Coveting the industry left behind after the collapse of the Thunderlight Pavilion and conflicting with the Azure Profound Sect may be the worst decision made in these years.
"Whoosh!"
She sheathed her sword and retreated almost instinctively, and her figure floated back dozens of feet like a line of aqua light smoke, breaking away from the fight with Gu Changqing.
"Whoosh!"
Almost at the same moment, Zhong Jiuming also made the same choice.
He blocked the wind from Gu Changqing's palm with his sword and retreated backwards.
The anger and embarrassment from before was no longer visible on those rough faces.
There was only a kind of fear that was deeply suppressed but still rising.
It was obvious that he also felt regretful.