"Are you alright? You lie down, I'll deal with that guy."
Diao... De Yi?
Consciousness gradually blurred, and the last thing I saw seed to be so figure rushing towards He Bashan, who was surrounded by three colleagues.
...
-399!
This was the damage number that He Bashan had just inflicted.
[Qian Bei: 24/800.]
This was Qian Bei's remaining health.
Fang Yu hadn't expected that He Bashan's hamr would deal such high damage, Qian Bei couldn't even take one hit, nearly dying on the spot.
When charging forward, He Bashan, surrounded by three people, was rampantly killing like swatting flies within the encirclent.
-344!
-418!
-404!
The three surrounding He Bashan, once touched, were imdiately devoid of combat capability and lay down on the spot.
Fortunately, it seed that He Bashan was wary of his side and didn't dare to give it his all with a killing strike, or else he might not have been able to react to his sudden attack.
Eyes narrowed, Fang Yu had already rushed to He Bashan's front.
Feet planted firmly, a sword had already been slashed out.
And almost at the instant he struck with his sword, sword light and sword glow shone from the left and right side, respectively.
It was none other than Zhuo Xueer and Suo Fengxiang coordinating with him, striking simultaneously!
"Good timing!"
He Bashan roared excitedly, blocking Fang Yu's longsword with his hamr, while his other hand swept across in a counter-strike.
The sound of the wind was howling, the oppressive force at its peak, causing Suo Fengxiang, who was close on the left and almost ready to strike with her sword, to show a changing expression.
She needed to consider one thing: to withstand this hamr strike, exchange injury for injury to coordinate with Zhuo Xueer to complete the attack.
Or, to change tactics midway and block, to create an opening for Zhuo Xueer's sword strike, and to spare herself from harm.
Without a doubt, Suo Fengxiang chose the latter.
Clang!
Hamr and sword clashed, emanating a dull sound.
The terrifying strange force, almost impossible to contend against.
Her body was uncontrollably swept away.
How could this be?!
She was greatly shocked in her heart.
With her strength, among peers, she was also one of the best.
But the person in front of her could overpower her! Even if it was just overpowering in strength, it was quite shocking!
While her thoughts were still spinning, her uncontrollable body suddenly bumped into soone, embedding itself as if sticking tightly to that person.
Yet, what was strange was that the terrifying strange force had traveled through her body to the other person, but that person could remain immobile as though directly bearing this terrible strange force!
Before Suo Fengxiang had ti to think deeply, this stop caused another problem to erge.
Not good! With this stop! I'll be directly smashed by this iron hamr! With such strange force, my body might not be able to endure it!
In an instant when her complexion changed...
Snap!!
A hand suddenly reached out and firmly blocked the iron hamr from hitting!
What?!
Suo Fengxiang's complexion changed, and she turned her head back to look, then suddenly turned her head back quickly, lowering her head, clutching her sword, and stopped talking.
Forget, I forgot! He is behind !
Almost at the sa ti, Fang Yu's voice also followed.
"Senior Sister Suo, are you alright? You go and take care of them at the back; I've got this."
Without waiting for Suo Fengxiang's response, a gentle force pushed her backward.
Now looking at the front again, she realized that Zhuo Xueer's sword strike had hit the mark, leaving two identical, bloody wounds on He Bashan's shoulder.
Her tactical change in combat and thoughts were all correct, everything went as she had envisioned.
The only miscalculations were two points.
First, she didn't anticipate that He Bashan was so strong; clashing head-on with his hamr was absolutely the worst strategy. Evading was the right way, but she was already in mid-strike, and it was too late to dodge.
Second, being engrossed in combat, she completely forgot that behind her... was him!
Thinking back on the brief contact, Suo Fengxiang felt her thoughts were in disarray, but looking forward again after landing, everything was in place.
Zhuo Xue Er's monstrous strength resulted in a fearso blow, and together with Diao Deyi's formidable might, their coordinated assault had successfully subdued He Bashan, completely eradicating his earlier invincible montum.
At this stage of the rhythm, indeed, my presence or absence makes no difference.
But for so reason, Suo Fengxiang suddenly felt a tinge of regret.
If that hamr from He Bashan had hit Zhuo Xue Er just now, then the one staying by his side now would have been ...
No sooner had this thought crossed her mind than a mber of the Lin Family launched an attack at her from the side.
Suo Fengxiang quickly refocused, delivered a swift counter-strike with her sword, and while protecting her injured colleague from Yangshen Hall, she launched a counterattack, ensuring that the two in front would not be disturbed by outsiders.
...
Clang!!!
The residual force from the terrifying longsword made He Bashan's arm go numb.
He looked at Fang Yu in astonishnt.
It was supposed to be him wielding the heavy weapon, the embodint of brute force.
Yet, the guy in front of him, for so reason, landed each blow with imnse strength—though not as exaggerated as his own, it wasn't far off.
For the first ti in a head-on confrontation, he encountered soone with a sword who could compete with his hamr-wielding in terms of strength.
And was that Swordsmanship? Why did it all look like Sword Technique moves? Nothing but forceful chops and slashes.
With a regular longsword pitted against his iron hamr, it should have been rendered useless by now.
But that sword was a bit different. At most, it bore so dents and marks, far from being scrap tal, clearly not a mundane artifact.
Then, He Bashan suddenly rembered.
This wasn't Diao Deyi's sword!
It was damn Li Jiuxun's matched sword!
No wonder the quality is so good!
Li Jiuxun's sword, the weapon of the ninth elder of the Li Family, could it be anything ordinary!
But isn't this sword borrowed by soone else? Is it really suitable for you to use it so recklessly??
He Bashan had been thoroughly schooled about Tianyuan Town's Five Great Families, and thus had an idea of the quality of Li Jiuxun's matched sword.
However good the sword might be, that was the sword's own rit.
The strangeness of its wielder and the peculiarity of their moves lay with the user of the sword.
"This is Sword Technique, isn't it?"
He blasted away the annoying Demon Martial Artist with a hamr and bellowed at Fang Yu.
In the midst of battle, he was getting into the swing of things, growing stronger the more he fought, this level of conflict now felt pressure-free.
It was just that the opponent's odd sword move usage was a bit unsettling for him.
"What do you know, this is the unity of sword and saber!"
Fang Yu dashed forward, replacing Zhuo Xue Er in delivering the moves.
"So it's just Sword Technique!"
Two swings of his hamr, He Bashan attacked below and counterattacked, narrowly avoided by the opponent.
But it was evident that the other party was starting to struggle.
"Boring! Boring boring boring!! If this is the extent of your strength, how could you have killed Stone Elder? Show your true skills, or I might accidentally end up killing this woman!"
The aggressive He Bashan, despite being besieged by the two, seed to be in an advantageous position, issuing the declaration of a victor.
Clearly infuriated, Zhuo Xue Er charged forward with a slash, only to be blocked by another hamr swing. The sounds of her demonic transformation left but shallow marks on the iron hamr.
Her human face, due to the relentless demonization, was now showing bulging veins, which spread across half of her cheek like vines—complex and tangled, creating a rather terrifying visage, with half her skin also turning a purplish-green hue, nearly unstoppable.
Provoked by He Bashan treating her as an insignificant character, Zhuo Xue Er's face completely transford with demonic features. Her skin and facial structure morphed, bulging into half a mantis head, causing He Bashan to pause briefly in astonishnt.
anwhile, Zhuo Xue Er's contorted face managed to speak, her normally human eyes now starting to undergo the sa transformation.
"Who did you say would accidentally..."
Snap.
A hand suddenly rested on Zhuo Xue Er's shoulder.
"Miss Zhuo Xue Er, go rest for now. To kill him, I alone am enough."
Zhuo Xue Er was taken aback, her emotions yet to subside, when a force flung her backward.
By the ti she realized what happened, she had landed behind the group, her back to the people of the Divine Hall.
"Miss Zhuo Xue Er..."
Suo Fengxiang's voice approached, and Zhuo Xue Er cald down, the flesh on her face and the bones making slight adjustnts, the veins receded, the skin tone restored, slowly returning to a human appearance.
But her gaze remained fixed on the front.
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