"Whoosh, whoosh!"
Liu Ruyin and Zhong Jiuming glanced at Qi Jiuyuan.
Liu Ruyin landed in front of Qi Jiuyuan, holding the dagger in his hand to defend himself, the tip of the sword spitting out a cold blue light.
Zhong Jiuming falls between Chu Hanshan and Zhao Qingcang.
The golden Nine-Ring Saber leaned into the ground, and the nine copper rings made a tinkling sound with his rapid breathing.
"Whoosh!"
Gu Changqing did not pursue.
He dodged and came to Fang Han, standing side by side with Fang Han, forming a distant confrontation with the five people.
Fang Han did not continue to take action.
There was no ferocious expression on that young face, but it was this calmness that made the hearts of the five people heavier and heavier.
Under this depressing atmosphere, Fang Han spoke.
"Thunderlight Pavilion was destroyed by me, Azure Profound Sect. Thunderlight Pavilion's property should naturally be taken over by me, Azure Profound Sect."
He paused, and his eyes slowly swept over the five people, landing on Qi Jiuyuan's face that was slightly pale due to blood loss.
"If the Five Sects want to intervene in the Thunderlight Pavilion industry--"
His voice was not aggravated, but it carried an unmistakable coldness.
"Don't blame Azure Profound Sect You're welcome."
As soon as the words fell, the air on the ridge seemed to solidify at this moment.
"..."
Qi Jiuyuan covered the wound on his left shoulder.
The moment the anger on Fang Zheng's face touched Fang Han's calm eyes, he could not help but freeze for a moment.
He has lived to this age and has led Crimson Flame Sect for decades. How has he ever been threatened in person like this?
But in the battle just now, Fang Han fought one against three. Instead of being at a disadvantage, all three of them were seriously injured.
He can't beat such an opponent.
"..."
Chu Hanshan leaned his sword on the ground and barely stood up.
The sword mark that penetrated the front and back of his right chest was affected during the movement, and the severe pain made his thin face slightly distorted.
"..."
Liu Ruyin's fingers holding the dagger tightened slightly.
Her eyes fell on Fang Han, and there was indescribable solemnity and fear deep in her eyes.
The five masters joined forces and came with great momentum, but now they ended up in this situation.
When this incident spread, East Foothills Prefecture's five sects were completely disgraced.
But even so, she did not open her mouth to refute Fang Han's words.
Because she could feel that every word Fang Han said was serious.
If Wu Zong really interferes with the Thunderlight Pavilion industry again, the young man in his twenties will definitely come to kill him again.
By then, I'm afraid it will have the same ending as Thunderlight Pavilion.
"..."
Zhao Qingcang gritted his teeth, the sword wounds on both arms were still oozing blood, and the blood dripped down the fingertips onto the ground, spreading into a small patch of darkness.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something harsh, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.
If you can't beat him, you just can't beat him. If you say harsh words, you'll only bring humiliation to yourself.
"..."
Zhong Jiuming's rough face was full of aggrievedness.
Since becoming a Grandmaster, has he ever suffered such humiliation?
But he just gritted his teeth and said nothing.
"Let's go."
After a long silence, Qi Jiuyuan stood up with difficulty, holding his left shoulder, and said in a hoarse and low voice.
Knowing that there was nothing he could do, he turned around and walked towards the other side of the ridge.
Every step you take will leave a faint blood mark under your feet.
The hem of the red Brocade Robe was soaked in blood and hung heavily in the wind.
Chu Hanshan followed with a sword, followed closely by Zhao Qingcang.
Liu Ruyin and Zhong Jiuming were guarding the three of them, one on the left and the other on the right. The weapons in their hands were never withdrawn into their sheaths, guarding against possible pursuit by Fang Han.
The five grandmasters came with great momentum, but when they left, they were like eggplants beaten by frost, their backs dragging five long shadows in the sun.
"Keng--"
Fang Han did not pursue, but slowly put Silver-Gray Longsword back into the scabbard.
Those calm eyes watched as the figures of the five people gradually moved away, until they disappeared among the stacked mountains in the distance, and then they moved away.
Gu Changqing also did not prevent the five people from evacuating.
Even if the two of them join forces, it is impossible for them all to stay.
As long as one person escapes, Azure Profound Sect will never have peace in the future.
And if five people are forced to use their trump cards, it is still unclear who will win and who will lose.
Fang Han and Gu Changqing returned to the original Thunderlight Pavilion mountain gate.
In front of the mountain gate, Chen Tianyuan paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.
There was a frown on that face.
The fighting has stopped, and the result has obviously been achieved. I wonder what the result will be?
When he thought of this, he felt extremely uneasy.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around suddenly.
His eyes fell on Gu Changqing and Fang Han, and his steps moved forward involuntarily.
"Supreme Elder, Fang Han, you are back."
Chen Tianyuan's eyes quickly swept over the two of them.
Although their robes were damaged, they were not seriously injured. His heart dropped a little, but the solemn look on his brows remained.
"What's the situation with the Five Grandmasters?"
There was an irrepressible urgency in his voice.
Gu Changqing stood with his hands behind his hands. There was not much emotion on his clear face. He just tilted his head slightly and turned his gaze to Fang Han.
Fang Han understood and briefly recounted the fight on the ridge.
From the five masters joining forces to exert pressure, to Gu Changqing holding back Liu Ruyin and Zhong Jiuming with one against two.
Then he defeated three generals Qi Jiuyuan, Chu Hanshan, and Zhao Qingcang, all of whom were seriously injured.
He spoke plainly, with no exaggeration or exaggeration. He just told the process of the fight in a straightforward manner.
Chen Tianyuan Listening, the expression on his face changed again and again.
When he heard that Fang Han was fighting one against three, and even had the upper hand, he tightened his fingers slightly behind his back.
When he heard that Fang Han in turn seriously injured three grandmasters, his Adam's apple rolled up and down. He wanted to say something, but he just swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
When he heard the five masters retreating in despair, the worry and solemnity in his eyes were finally replaced by an uncontrollable surprise.
"So... the five masters have been defeated?"
Chen Tianyuan's voice trembled slightly, with a lightness of relief.
"Repulsed."
Fang Han nodded slightly and spoke calmly.
"After this battle, the five sects should no longer dare to covet the property left by the Thunderlight Pavilion."
Chen Tianyuan took a long breath, and finally let out the turbid air that had been pressing in his heart for a long time.
He raised his hand and patted Fang Han hard on the shoulder twice, a little harder than usual, but with an indescribable joy.
"Okay, okay, great."
He said three good words in a row, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
The smile was not exaggerated, just the corners of the lips were slightly curved, but the joy in his eyes could not be hidden.
After the Thunderlight Pavilion was destroyed, the joint pressure from the five sects was like a sharp sword hanging above his head, making it difficult for him to sleep or eat well.
Now that this sharp sword was finally cut off by Fang Han and Gu Changqing with their swords, how could he not be happy?
The three of them talked for a while.
After discussing the specific matters of taking over Thunderlight Pavilion's property, we dispersed.
Fang Han bid farewell to the two of them and returned alone to the side hall temporarily arranged for him by the sect, preparing to start the interrupted practice.
The side hall is not big, with three main rooms surrounding a small courtyard.
There are several unknown shrubs planted in the corner of the courtyard, and a laurel tree as thick as a bowl is planted next to the rockery.
The osmanthus tree has not yet bloomed, and its branches and leaves are swaying gently in the wind, casting fine shadows on the bluestone ground.
Fang Han stood in the center of the courtyard, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand.
"Keng--"
Silver-Gray Longsword was unsheathed in response, and the sound of Qingyue's sword could be heard far away.
He closed his eyes and slowly went through the sword technique of <Great Void Wind God Sword> in his mind.
Since becoming a Grandmaster, he first dealt with sect affairs, then infiltrated East Foothills Prefecture non-stop, killed Fan Yuan, and defeated the five sect masters. He has never been able to calm down and practice Sword Technique.
This is his first time practicing <Great Void Wind God Sword> after becoming a master.
"Shua--"
The sword light lit up.
Silver-Gray Longsword drew smooth tracks in his hand, and the sword light glowed with a cold luster in the sunlight.
He followed the sequence of sword moves in <Great Void Wind God Sword>, starting from the first move and practicing one sword at a time.
At first, he felt that everything was normal, no different from his previous practice.
However, he soon noticed something unusual.
My thinking becomes sharper and clearer than ever before, and my insights become endless.
Those bottlenecks between Minor Accomplishment and Proficiency Realm, those subtle applications of Wind Sword Intent that had previously made him ponder a lot, and those mysterious fits between True Qi and Sword Intent, are all now clear and clear.
It was as if an invisible veil had been lifted off, and everything suddenly became clear.
"..."
Fang Han's brows moved slightly.
He did not stop and continued to practice Sword Technique.
The sword light crisscrossed the courtyard, and Wind Sword Intent condensed and circulated around him, turning into a layer of bluish-gray mist invisible to the naked eye.
The mist slowly swirled around him, like an invisible whirlpool, picking up a few dead leaves falling in the courtyard and silently grinding them into fine powder in mid-air.
The more he practices, the faster he becomes, and the more he practices, the smoother he becomes.
Every change of sword moves is natural, and every wisp of Wind Sword Intent is used with ease.
"Something's wrong!"
Half an hour later, Fang Han put away his sword and stood up, slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air.
There was a hint of doubt in those calm eyes.
Something is wrong.
His understanding of Sword Technique has skyrocketed compared to before he became a master.
This kind of improvement is not a slight improvement, but a qualitative leap.
It's like swallowing the treasures of heaven and earth that can improve Sword Art Talent, or opening a higher level Sword Art Talent Amplification.
But he has not swallowed this kind of natural treasure recently, nor has he opened a higher multiple of Sword Art Talent Amplification.
The line Sword Art Talent on System Panel is still [512 times] and has not moved at all.
"What's going on?"
Fang Han whispered to himself, Silver-Gray Longsword slowly put Silver-Gray Longsword back into the scabbard, walked Corridor down, and sat down on the stone bench.
The breeze blew through the courtyard, gently blowing the hem of his green robe.
He looked at the laurel tree in the corner of the courtyard and quickly sorted through all the possibilities in his mind.
I have never swallowed the treasures of heaven and earth that can improve Sword Art Talent.
The higher magnification Sword Art Talent Amplification is not enabled.
So how come the understanding on Sword Art suddenly soared?