Puchi!
Fang Han thrust his sword into the scale armor of a desert bandit, piercing a hole into his heart, while this desert bandit's blade left a slash mark on his Dharma robe.
Killing a person!
Taking a blade strike!
Dealing death!
Dodging and leaping!
Killing another person!
Fang Han rushed into the desert bandits; his body was like an ape, and his sword strikes like shooting stars. His aura was tragic and fierce, his imposing momentum growing thicker and thicker, and his actual combat experience in a life-and-death struggle became richer and richer.
This was true actual combat; it was not a sparring match, and it was vastly different from crossing swords with Princess Hongyi.
A thousand desert bandits with a chaotic mess of blades and spears; a slight hesitation meant immediate death on the spot. There was absolutely no luck to be spoken of.
What was the battle that most honed a person's will?
It was naturally the struggle on the sandy battlefield, facing an army of thousands of men and horses, remaining fearless before a forest of blades and swords. The desert bandits in the desert were precisely a brutal grand army. One man, one sword, fighting against this brutal grand army, battling alone, was indeed the moment to test one's courage, wisdom, strength, and luck.
This was Fang Han's first time killing people, killing living, breathing people. At first, he was still somewhat unaccustomed to it. But when a desert bandit's scimitar slashed across his neck, nearly slicing off half his face, his unaccustomed feeling vanished completely. What remained was thrusting the sword, assassinating vital points, dodging, and taking people's lives with sharp and fierce sword arts.
Life after life disappeared under his sword. Every time he stabbed a desert bandit to death, Fang Han's spirit became even more acute, sensing the aura of departed souls.
He seemed to have transformed into a god of death, unceasingly reaping lives.
The desert bandits besieging the Ascension Sect disciples this time numbered at least two thousand. Each one was fierce and brave, killing people like cutting numb hemp. Their scimitars were excellent, capable of cutting gold and breaking jade. Among them were even some experts.
When they charged over like this, just the imposing momentum alone could terrify a person until their liver and gallbladder ruptured.
What did martial arts experts fear the most?
They most feared being besieged and killed by a grand army. Amidst thousands of men and horses, any martial art was difficult to execute. Random spears and chaotic blades had no eyes.
Although Fang Han had enduring stamina and was much stronger than ordinary experts in the Divine Bravery realm, he repeatedly encountered danger. If the "Demon Decapitating Sword" in his hand had not been able to slice through iron as if it were mud, its Dharma power carrying a sharp edge that cut through scimitars upon contact, and if the Dharma robe on his body had not been impervious to swords and spears, he would have already been hacked to death ten or more times.
Even so, his hands and neck were covered in blade marks everywhere.
Fortunately, his body had refined the Nine Orifices Golden Pill, making his recovery capability extremely powerful; his wounds could coagulate immediately without needing a blood-stopping talisman. Quite contrary, the light of the "Blood-Stopping Jade Talismans" on Princess Hongyi and Liu Kang beside him constantly flashed, repairing some of the minor wounds on their bodies.
The "Blood-Stopping Jade Talisman" was refined from many spirit medicines, infused with Dharma power inside. Once operated with the mind, the medicinal power within it would turn into steam, applying itself to the skin, regenerating flesh, stopping blood, expelling poisonous gas, and restoring stamina.
"Fang Han! Watch out!"
Clang!
Just as Fang Han was slightly distracted, a scimitar suddenly appeared in his eyes like a waning moon, like a ghost or god suddenly crawling out from the netherworld, like moonlight descending from the sky, unstoppable.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz…
Fang Han felt all the fine hairs on his neck stand completely upright. He watched helplessly as that blade light slashed toward his neck, yet his fingers could not react in time.
In this moment of imminent peril, Princess Hongyi suddenly thrust her sword out, wiping through the clouds like lightning, striking right onto this streak of blade light and rescuing Fang Han from his crisis.
"Exactly who is it, with such high martial arts! Especially on the scimitar, there seems to be an evil light that confuses the spirit. This is a phenomenon that only occurs when one has cultivated martial arts to the absolute limit of the Divine Transformation realm!"
Cultivating martial arts to the Divine Transformation realm, and going a step further to reach the pinnacle, the martial arts would carry spiritual power. A single punched fist could create various illusions for a person, affecting the enemy's spirit.
This was already on the verge of stepping into the Divine Ability Mystic Realm.
The desert bandits scattered like the receding tide, leaving corpses all over the ground.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
It was unknown who was beating the war drum. A desert bandit dressed in white clothes appeared in Fang Han's line of sight. The desert bandits who came to raid and kill them today all wore blackish-yellow clothes, the same color as the sand. Only this desert bandit wore white clothes, without a single speck of dirt, incomparably clean.
"Ascension disciples, indeed out of the ordinary! You retreat! I will bring up the rear!"
A hoarse and magnetic voice spoke out from the mouth of this white-clothed desert bandit. Only then did Fang Han realize that this white-clothed desert bandit was also very young, a youth, but his face was covered by a veil, making it impossible to see his true appearance clearly.
The most eye-catching thing was that scimitar in his hand, looking like mercury, long and large, fully reaching six feet in length, capable of easily slicing a horse easily into two halves.
"Prince Evil Moon! He is the leader of the desert bandits, the Son of the Desert! If we capture him and hand him over to the Ascension Sect elders, we can not only obtain slots as inner disciples but also receive spirit weapons as rewards! He is the expert most likely to step into the Divine Ability Mystic Realm! In his early years, he ate a Great Desert Six-Winged Blood Bat, making his physical body much stronger than ordinary experts at the Divine Transformation realm. He is the pre-designated person to be captured in our Ascension Sect's sect mission!"
Just at this moment, a burst of whirlwind styled killing arrived. It was the "Prince Bao" of the Great Virtue Imperial Family, along with two men and two women, all outer disciples.
"You want to capture me? Look at the blade!"
Prince Evil Moon abruptly stepped out. Unexpectedly, he seized a distance of thirty to forty paces in a single bound, entirely like the all-out leap of a thousand-mile stallion, as the "Evil Moon Scimitar" in his hands slashed out to kill once again!
Looking at the blade light of the "Evil Moon Scimitar," Fang Han felt as if all his spirit was about to be sucked away by the blade light, leaving his hands and feet unable to move.
Fortunately, having gained experience just moments ago, he immediately operated the Primal Spirit Art. Instantly, his mind turned clear, and the Dharma sword in his hand bounded up, using the move "Seven Stars Linked Sequence" to block the blade light.
Clang clang clang, clang clang clang…
Fang Han blocked the blade light and counterattacked once again, only to find no one in front of him anymore. Prince Evil Moon's footwork was like a momentary flicker, so fast that only an afterimage remained. In a continuous sequence, the scimitar slashed and struck seven to eight people. Among this group of Ascension Sect outer disciples, every single person suffered a strike from his blade.
Ding ding dang dang, ding ding dang dang!
Fang Han's vision blurred again, and the scimitar carrying an evil aura slashed over to kill once more, its chilling murderous intent blanketing and shrouding him completely. Everything in his surroundings became unseeable, his spirit sucked away by the scimitar once again.
Fang Han rose up to resist, sword light dancing through the air. He successfully blocked dozens of blade strikes in a row. Suddenly, the pressure before his eyes eased. He saw that the "desert bandits" had completely receded cleanly away. With a movement of his body, that Prince Evil Moon had already swept over dozens of paces away. Taking a few bounding leaps, he went far away and vanished into the desert.
At the scene, only hundreds of White Dragon Camels and a ground full of corpses were left.
It turned out that the desert bandit leader, Prince Evil Moon, used one person and one blade to simultaneously pin down several people, allowing his subordinates to retreat unhurriedly.
His martial arts were profoundly high, his stamina robust, and his speed inconceivably fast.
Fang Han had not yet seen anyone this formidable relying solely on martial arts.
"Do we pursue!"
"Forget it, do not pursue a cornered enemy. Furthermore, we do not have spirit weapons; it's impossible to defeat Prince Evil Moon. His martial arts are boundlessly high. If we fall into an ambush, we will be murdered by him instead. Let's watch Senior Sister Mo vanquish the demons!"
Prince Bao of the Great Virtue Imperial Family and the others discussed it, with one of the princesses rejecting the plan to pursue. That could also be considered incomparably cautious.
"Senior Sister Mo successfully vanquishing the demons this time is a merit simply too massive to imagine." Prince Bao cast a cold glance at Fang Han, seemingly very dissatisfied that Fang Han had not died among the desert bandits.
However, he subsequently fixed his gaze on the magical battle in the sky above.
Senior Sister Mo and the several inner disciples were now doing their utmost to command the five flying swords, and together with "Yuan Jiankong's" Silver Snake Sword, they besieged the Crown Prince of Pink Flesh.
Meanwhile, those ten Flying Yashas were flown high into mid-air, all completely bound by the "Heavenly Rooster Ultimate Yang Rope", roaring and struggling, unable to fly far. The other end of the Heavenly Rooster Ultimate Yang Rope was pulled into Senior Sister Mo's hand.
The current situation was exactly as if Senior Sister Mo was flying kites, maintaining the ten Flying Yashas aloft. She just awaited the execution of the Crown Prince of Pink Flesh before she could collect these Yashas.
Although these Yashas had their hearts run through by flying swords, it had only weakened their ferocious might without them dying.
"This treasure weapon is no small consideration! If it came to bind me, I wonder if the 'Picture of the Dragon Hiding in the Yellow Springs' could collect it? A treasure is indeed a treasure; as soon as it strikes, all ten Flying Yashas are entirely bound. Without this treasure weapon, I fear our group of people would suffer heavy casualties right now. However, for Senior Sister Mo to actually have a treasure weapon is truly beyond everyone's expectations; exactly what kind of person is she? Whose did she borrow it from?"
Watching all of this, Fang Han's mind constantly formed speculations.
The Crown Prince of Pink Flesh was currently suspended in the air. A pink-colored flying sword continuously shuttled back and forth, blocking all the sword light, while the clothes on his body constantly emitted bursts of pink light outward, propping up a sphere of light to defend with all his might.
When the sword light of some flying swords hacked onto this sphere of light, it would explode out patches of pink peach blossoms.
None had cultivated to the Divine Ability Mystic Realm; they were just battling with Dharma treasures.
"If Senior Sister Mo wins this time, there is no need to go to the Blue Moon Country. Returning directly to the Ascension Sect and handing the Crown Prince of Pink Flesh over to the sect elders, relying on this merit, a Yin Yang Longevity Pill will be obtained!"
Watching this scene, Liu Kang spoke quietly.
"The Crown Prince of Pink Flesh is not so easy to execute! Although Senior Sister Mo's skills are a notch higher and she borrowed a treasure weapon, there's no telling whether this Crown Prince of Pink Flesh has a method of escape. Even if the Crown Prince of Pink Flesh is killed, this merit will not fall onto our heads. We can at most scavenge an examination slot for the inner disciples."
Princess Hongyi watched the magical battle with complete concentration.
Fang Han, on the other hand, very much wanted to fly his own flying sword out, but right now he absolutely could not expose it. Otherwise, once Senior Sister Mo finished off these demonic figures, it would be his turn.
"My strength is still very shallow; I must cultivate painstakingly. However, then again, this slaughter, especially exchanging blows with Prince Evil Moon, has brought me numerous benefits, allowing my spirit to be tempered."
Fang Han felt that this life-and-death struggle and actual combat cultivation was much more fulfilling than cultivating bitterly behind closed doors for months.
"The Crown Prince of Pink Flesh is beginning his counterattack! Victory or defeat rests on this one move!"
Princess Hongyi suddenly stated.
Sure enough, wrapped within the sword light, the Crown Prince of Pink Flesh suddenly roared. A pink sphere of light appeared in his hands, and he raised his hand to hit it out. Upon coming into contact with the sword light, it suddenly exploded!
"Six Desires Yin Thunder!"