He was thankful for the days he had spent with Thirteenth Wang holding a green banner and chatting. He was thankful for the loyal dog in the courtyard of the plum garden that could die. At the most dangerous moment, Fan Xian stopped his steps a moment earlier than he should have. He stepped just outside the circle of sword qi.
His sudden pause and landing caused one of the aces who had been accumulating power for a long time to finally lose control of the sword intent in his hand. It broke through the air and landed in front of Fan Xian, revealing his figure.
A streak of sword intent landed in the air. Immediately after, a number of sharp sword intents followed. Although they had not reached a perfect realm, they still attacked Fan Xian's body from three directions like venomous snakes.
Fan Xian's left temple felt like it had been pricked by a needle. He blinked his right eye and felt slightly sore. At the same time, he felt the hairs on his right arm begin to stand up one by one.
He felt danger. Since the Qin family's attack in the valley and Yan Xiaoyi's arrow pointing at him with his godly bow, this was the most recent and coldest danger.
Five streaks of sword intent. Other than the person who had struck at the plum garden earlier, who was slightly weaker, the other four were all aces. At first, it was just a calm night in the plum garden. Suddenly, terrifying sword intents seeped out and faintly controlled the directions Fan Xian could escape in.
Just as Fan Xian had sighed with emotion earlier, Dongyi was a strange place with as many aces as there were clouds in the sky. Four ninth-level aces had appeared on such a normal night.
Such an ambush was truly frightening. However, Fan Xian still had his head and eyelids lowered. Feeling the sword intents in three directions around him, he did not move at all.
Those five swords did not move.
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The sword intent was initially fierce and vigorous, but it quickly returned to a neutral and peaceful atmosphere. However, this neutral and peaceful atmosphere was mixed with an aura of absolute determination. It was like a few enraged venomous snakes that were lifting their slender and long bodies, slightly leaning backwards, staring at the prey in the field, ready to give it a fatal blow at any time.
There was a hissing sound in the air, as if some invisible power was tearing apart the empty space. It formed countless lines condensed from sword Qi in the air, cutting the space in front of the plum garden into countless small areas. If someone dared to walk into these areas, they would definitely be cut into countless pieces by the sharp sword Qi.
It looked like he was just stopping some people from entering Thirteenth Wang's residence, but Fan Xian did not think so. He felt a hidden murderous aura.
The reason these swords had been accumulating power and not attacking was because of Fan Xian's miraculous landing at the beginning.
This step just so happened to land on the edge of the encirclement, luring out the Plum Cutting Strike. At the same time, it caused the Sword Qi formation that had been prepared for a long time to stagnate slightly.
These ninth-level swordsmen of the Sword Hut who were lying in ambush clearly did not know who had come. However, from this step, they could see the other's level of cultivation. They knew that if they acted rashly, they would give the other a sliver of an opportunity.
Although this opening or opportunity was not large, since it was four ninth-level aces attacking at the same time, they had no intention of letting the incomer return alive. He could not be the Qing Kingdom's Ye Liuyun or that unfathomable Emperor.
Of the five swords, one of them sank into silence. The other four remained hidden in the darkness. They slowly changed their angles and aimed in any direction Fan Xian might escape in.
They would not move first because the first to move must have a direction. With a direction, there would be a loss. This lost opening was something Fan Xian wanted to use.
Thus, Fan Xian did not move.
However, the encirclement of four ninth-level aces was a rare sight. Even someone as powerful as Fan Xian felt a glimmer of coldness. In this life, he had exchanged blows with countless aces. Facing four ninth-level aces at the same time was something he had never even thought about. No matter how arrogant and conceited he was, he did not have the extravagant hope that he could defeat four ninth-level aces at the same time.
Among these four ninth-level aces, there were no top ninth-level aces like Yun Zhilan, Lang Tiao, or Haitang Duoduo.
Fan Xian's eyes stared at the broken plum blossom in front of his feet. His eyelids were slightly lowered. He appeared calm, but in reality, he was already feeling very uncomfortable from the all-pervasive sword qi and omnipresent pressure. His entire spirit had been pressed to the point of rebound or collapse. Sweat slowly began to form on his body.
Countless drops of cold sweat slid down his back. The sweat on his forehead followed the angle of his body and slid down the bridge of his nose and brows.
A drop of sweat seeped into his eye. It was slightly bitter and stinging, making him blink.
The surrounding experts still didn't move, because they knew that the expert they had surrounded couldn't hold on any longer and was about to make the first move.
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The moment Fan Xian took that step, he knew that he had already obtained an opportunity to escape. However, he didn't know how Thirteenth Wang was in the courtyard, so he stopped his steps. He didn't take the risk and forcefully broke out of the encirclement.
He had not thought that the aces lying in ambush outside the plum garden would be so powerful and that Yun Zhilan could mobilize so many disciples of the Sword Hut. Thus, he hid himself in bitter suffering.
When the drop of sweat entered his eye, he gave up on the idea of entering the courtyard. Closing his eyes, he gave up on the idea of entering the courtyard. Closing his eyes, he gave a clear whistle and spat out the impure air in his body. His large and small circulations began to circulate wildly. Using the purest Tyrannical zhenqi in his body, he abruptly charged backward.
In the dark night, dust flew up. With a bang, Fan Xian disappeared without a trace. Turning into a gust of wind, he rushed backward.
If it had been anyone else among the assassins, they probably would not have been able to react to Fan Xian's Tyrannical zhenqi circulation speed. They could only watch as he frantically left.
However, the assassins were all ninth-level, god-damned ninth-level.
When Fan Xian closed his eyes, a streak of sword qi came lightly from the right side of the sky. The tip of the sword glowed with a cold light as it pierced directly toward his weak eyelids.
Fan Xian let out a breath on the sword qi. The sword qi swayed slightly and did not stop. It pierced downward, piercing toward his weak throat. The power of the sword came but did not leave. It pressed forward with an indomitable will. It was the essence of the Sigu Sword.
Fan Xian's body shook violently and turned into a puff of smoke. Relying on his powerful speed, he forcefully escaped the damage of this sword intent. Almost at the same time, a normal steel sword mysteriously appeared in his path of retreat.
Because Fan Xian had retreated quickly, the ace of the Sword Hut was unable to stop his figure. However, the sword could. This normal steel sword left his hand and flew just in time below the lightning-like figure, slicing horizontally across Fan Xian's left calf.
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Fan Xian's speed could not be reduced. Once he slowed down, he would be surrounded by the four Level Nine experts, and he would no longer have a chance to break out of the encirclement.
However, the swordsmanship of the Dongyi Sword Hut disciples was indeed marvelous. In such a high-speed battle situation, the sword that left his hand was still able to accurately and viciously slice toward his calf. It looked like Fan Xian had stupidly used his calf to crash into the blade of the other party's sword.
Fan Xian did not slow down. He could not slow down. Unexpectedly, his body twisted forcefully in midair. However, the angle of the twist was too small. It did not affect anything at all. In a flash, his calf struck viciously against the sharp blade of the sword.
There was a crisp clang. No one could describe their emotions when they saw this scene because Fan Xian's leg was not broken.
On the contrary, it was the mysterious sword blocking his path that seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer. It fell abruptly to the ground and rolled uncontrollably.
Fan Xian's calf had been struck heavily. His entire body also rolled through the air. Now, he was facing the darkness of the plum garden, the only gap in the darkness that he could escape through.
Right in front of the gap was an old plum tree. There were no flowers on the tree. There were only old and broken branches. Like a dragon's beard, it twisted and trembled endlessly.
Fan Xian used his fastest speed to crash toward this old plum tree. As long as he charged through this gap, he would be able to safely enter the darkness.
In the end, he had still underestimated the ace of the Sword Hut. Two of the four ninth-level swords had already come out. The other two had already silently calculated Fan Xian's path of retreat and arrived behind the old plum tree in the darkness.
Fan Xian, who was crashing toward the old plum tree at high speed, narrowed his eyes slightly. A cold light flashed through them as he looked at the two green-clothed men behind the tree and the swords in their hands that were slowly stabbing toward the old plum tree trunk.
The slow stabbing was just an illusion of time. In such a high-speed process, it was difficult for a human's strength to reverse the situation.
The two swords appeared to be moving forward with an indomitable will and stupidly stabbing toward the air behind the old plum tree. Fan Xian knew that these two swords were very powerful and had accurately found that point.
The point where the tips of the swords and Fan Xian's body would meet.
Given Fan Xian's Tyrannical martial method and the trajectory he had forcefully increased his speed to crash toward the old plum tree, he would certainly come into the most intimate contact with the tips of the two swords.
He thought for a long time. In reality, it was only for a moment when he rode the white horse past the mouth of the alley.
The hard old plum tree trunk lay in front of Fan Xian's body. When it came into contact, it became soft like a steel bar had become soft to wrap around a finger.
Fan Xian's momentum crashed toward the old plum tree. His body pressed the old plum tree forward. He was getting closer and closer to the tips of the two swords that seemed to have found an opening in the plum garden.
No one could change any of this. In the next moment, Fan Xian would be pierced through the chest by these two wondrous swords.
However, the old plum tree changed everything.
The trunk of the plum tree slowly changed shape. The bark behind it had already been shattered by the two sword intents close at hand, but it did not break or shatter. It continued to block Fan Xian's body behind it. It was as if it did not want Fan Xian to receive any harm.
The eyes of the two green-clothed disciples of the Sword Hut suddenly lit up. It was as if they were seeing something they had never seen in their lives.
The plum tree had bent to the point where wood could bend, but it still did not break.
Fan Xian's Tyrannical momentum was clearly ruthless, so why had this plum tree not broken?
The tip of the swords gently touched the trunk of the old plum tree. With two soft sounds, the sword intents moved up the tree and pierced toward Fan Xian's heart meridian.
However, Fan Xian's Tyrannical momentum had long ceased to exist. His entire person was like a leaf attached to the plum tree. It was as if he was a part of this old plum tree.
Strangely, the plum tree bounced back, bringing Fan Xian, who was like a leaf, back. He just happened to avoid the two swords that the green-clothed disciples of the Sword Hut had been accumulating for a long time.
With countless cracking sounds, the old plum tree, under the attack of the two green-steel swords, turned into a sky full of splinters.
Fan Xian was already flying violently back in the direction he had come through the sky full of splinters. Turning into a gray dragon, he swept past the completely unprepared aces of the Sword Hut behind him like a bolt of lightning. Viciously, he crashed into the wooden door of the courtyard and charged into the room.
The two green-clothed aces of the Sword Hut behind the pieces of the old plum tree met each other's eyes. A strange light flashed through their calm eyes. They knew who had come. Other than a faint excitement, they couldn't help but feel a powerful sense of admiration.
At first, it was as Tyrannical as wild thunder. Once it touched the old plum tree and saw the hidden swords, it became as gentle as a cool breeze, gently brushing against the tree trunk. Going with the flow, it miraculously avoided the two swords of the Sword Hut. Using the force of the rebound, in an instant, the cool breeze once again became a ruthless hurricane. Unexpectedly, it crashed back into the courtyard where Thirteenth Wang lived.
The Sword Hut aces lying in ambush all thought that Fan Xian wanted to escape. No one had thought that his retreat, which he had been accumulating power for a long time, was actually an ambush for his final charge into the courtyard. No one had thought that Fan Xian would have the courage to not retreat when faced with the ambush of four ninth-level aces of the Sword Hut.
In such a short amount of time, he had made such a complicated plan. He had even calculated the old plum tree in his path of retreat and the possible responses the aces of the Sword Hut might make. Fan Xian's simple retreat and advance contained a great deal of life and death experience and determination when facing an enemy.
What shocked and impressed the aces of the Sword Hut the most was Fan Xian's ability to change the nature of his zhenqi as he wished. If Fan Xian did not have such a miraculous ability, when he first came into contact with the old plum tree, he would have smashed through the plum tree and fallen into the two swords that had been accumulating power for a long time.
In this world, no one had ever been able to simultaneously cultivate in two completely different yet top-notch zhenqi methods within the scope of each other, much less someone like Fan Xian, who was able to switch between the Tyrannical method and the natural method so naturally and effortlessly.
Thus, the two green-clothed aces met each other's eyes and saw the shock and admiration in each other's eyes. In this world, only Sir Fan junior had practiced the Qing Emperor's Tyrannical true method and the natural method of Northern Qi's Tianyi Dao.
The aces on Dongyi's side had studied this intelligence report for a long time. Even they had not thought that Fan Xian would be able to use these two kinds of zhenqi methods at the same time in an instant. Thus, contrary to all the warriors' expectations, he had cleverly found an opening.
In this world, only Fan Xian, a freak, had two cycles of circulation.
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Fan Xian crashed into the courtyard and charged into the back room. He saw Thirteenth Wang sitting cross-legged on the bed with a sallow complexion and soulless, sunken eyes. It was clear that Thirteenth Wang had been poisoned. For some reason, seeing this scene, Fan Xian's heart was filled with anger.
Like a gust of wind, he charged to the side of the bed. With a flick of his right finger, he stabbed toward the woman by Thirteenth Wang's side who was holding a sword to his throat.
Fan Xian charged in too quickly. It was clear that the woman had not thought that her five sect uncles would not be able to kill the enemy even when they attacked at the same time. On the contrary, he had charged into the inner courtyard. Her face was full of shock and confusion. She had no time to react. She could only watch as Fan Xian's powerful finger pierced straight toward her vitals. She was about to die.
Suddenly, a glimmer of pain flashed through Thirteenth Wang's eyes.
Fan Xian's expression did not change, but his heart darkened slightly. His finger pulled back slightly. The wind in his finger deviated slightly and struck the female disciple of the Sword Hut on the left side of her chest.
The female disciple gave a muffled grunt and fell onto the bed. She sank into unconsciousness.
There was no time to say anything. Outside, there were still four ninth-level aces of the Sword Hut in pursuit. Fan Xian did not ask why Thirteenth Wang had been poisoned. He only silently picked him up and stomped viciously on the bed with the tip of his foot.
With a crash, the large carved wooden bed collapsed. Fan Xian's figure followed the direction he had come from and charged out of the courtyard. One retreat, one advance, and one retreat. Fan Xian's choice of direction three times in a row was very strange. It did not conform to common sense at all and was completely outside of the Sword Hut aces' expectations.
The four ninth-level aces of the Sword Hut saw Fan Xian enter the courtyard. Their hearts were filled with fear, admiration, anger, and complicated emotions. They immediately calculated that he would certainly take their youngest disciple disciple and break through the wall at the back of the courtyard to break out. They had not thought that Fan Xian would stupidly carry Thirteenth Wang and charge out from the direction of the main door.
The three ninth-level aces and the eighth-level disciple had already flown up like large birds toward the direction of the courtyard. They hoped to block Fan Xian's path in the shortest amount of time possible.
However, while they were in midair, they discovered with unusual shock that Fan Xian had brushed past them on the ground and was charging toward the plum garden.
The green-clothed swordsman with powerful sword techniques was shocked. With a loud whistle, he used his brilliant cultivation to forcefully turn around in the night sky. Kicking the moon in the sky, his entire body drew an arc in the air and stabbed toward Fan Xian's back. He was worried that Thirteenth Wang was on Fan Xian's back, so the tip of his sword was aimed at the back of Fan Xian's head.
Kicking the moon and stabbing through the air, this strike was free and at ease.
Outside the front door of the courtyard, there was another green-clothed swordsman holding a sword with both hands. His expression was cautious. His elbows were slightly bent. Using the stance of a straight sword, he stabbed toward Fan Xian's face.
It was still these two green-clothed swordsmen. It was still Fan Xian. However, it had become two green-clothed swordsmen attacking Fan Xian from the front and back.
Fan Xian lowered his head and charged forward. It was as if he did not care at all about the strike that was stabbing toward the back of his head. His eyes stared viciously at the green-clothed swordsman at the door. It was as if he wanted to use his gaze to stab the other party to death.
Right at this moment, an unexpected event occurred.
Fan Xian's footsteps were like iron hammers striking the ground. With each step, smoke and dust rose into the air. In a flash, the smoke and dust had filled the area in front of the plum garden, enveloping his figure and that of the green-clothed swordsman in front of the door.
The green-clothed swordsman flying through the air behind him suddenly realized that Fan Xian's body had become somewhat indistinct. His state of mind was not at all panicked. He continued to stab forward with his flying sword. Suddenly, he felt his left eye twitch strangely. It was as if he felt some kind of extreme fear.
There was an additional shadow under the moonlight. Was it his own shadow?
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Fan Xian charged into the smoke. The black dagger was already in his hand. The sword light scattered. The green-clothed swordsman in the smoke also had his sword in his hand. The sword light scattered. Each of them focused on what was in front of them and did not care about what was behind them. They used each other's sword intent to the extreme. A glimmer of panic suddenly flashed through the green-clothed swordsman's eyes. A deep wound had been cut under his left armpit. For some reason, this person's state of mind had panicked and allowed Fan Xian to charge through.
A shadow floated past in the sky. The other green-clothed swordsman let out a sharp cry and forcefully stopped the momentum of the moonlight kick. His sword slashed horizontally, but he completely cut empty air. Immediately after, he felt a chill in the left side of his chest. His zhenqi immediately dissipated. Sharp pain rose as he fell to the ground.
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The smoke dissipated. The four ninth-level disciples of the Sword Hut gathered in front of the plum garden. Two of them were injured. The other two stood in a daze. Looking at the empty ground in front of the courtyard, they didn't know what to say for a long time.
No one had thought that the two ninth-level swordsmen the Sword Hut was most proud of would be injured by the other party's sword in one move. They believed that even if Yun Zhilan had personally acted, or if their youngest disciple had not been poisoned, he would not have been able to injure them with just one strike.
"What happened?" A ninth-level disciple of the Sword Hut looked at the third and fourth brother disciples sitting on the ground with a face full of shock.
The two green-clothed swordsmen were the third and fourth brother disciples with the deepest cultivation in the Sword Hut. The Sword Hut had 13 disciples, but 12 of them were ninth-level swordsmen. Among them, the third and fourth brother disciples were the best of the best. They could not believe the scene they were seeing.
The left armpit of the third disciple of the Sword Hut had been cut by Fan Xian's black dagger. It was not a serious injury. However, his mind was already scattered, which allowed Fan Xian to carry Thirteenth Wang out. The fourth disciple's injury was even more serious. A sword had pierced his chest. Fortunately, it had not pierced his heart, but fresh blood flowed. It looked terrifying.
The two green-clothed swordsmen met each other's eyes again. There was no longer admiration for Fan Xian's strength in their eyes. Instead, there was true fear.
"The smoke is poisonous."
They still had a big secret they had not said. Sir Fan junior of the Southern court was a master of poisons. Dongyi knew this. Even if Fan Xian's use of his feet to spread out the poison earlier was a marvelous skill, the third disciple of the Sword Hut should not have been defeated by him in one move. Although the fourth disciple of the Sword Hut, who had kicked at the moon and faintly understood the essence of the Sigu Sword, had been suddenly attacked by the assassin hiding in the shadows by the door to the courtyard, he should not have been injured to such an extent.
The two green-clothed swordsmen slowly lowered their heads and digested the shock in their hearts. They knew this matter was too important. They had to report it to their teacher. Their defeat in one move earlier was not completely due to their strength. Rather, it was due to the shock that one strike and that shadow had given them.
Fan Xian of the Southern court knew where the door to the Sigu Sword was. The assassin hidden in the darkness had used the most authentic Sigu Sword. Furthermore, the sword intent was even sharper and more bloodthirsty.
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