Peerless Sword Cultivator, Turned into a Medicinal Human by His Fiancée from the Start

"As long as I drain you dry, this medicinal cauldron, I can enhance my aptitude and become a dazzling prodigy. It is a blessing from your previous life to die under a peony tonight..."

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Chapter 199 The Number One Expert of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect (shuhaige.net)

In the blink of an eye, Fang Han had arrived at a place more than a hundred feet away from the Yin-Yang Tree.

It was daytime, and although the sunlight tried to penetrate the layers of mist and shine on the earth, it was blocked by the thick, inky fog on the top of Yin-Yang Mountain, and could only cast a hazy halo in the fog.

Even so, Fang Han's eyes pierced through the thick fog, and he clearly saw the legendary Yin-Yang Tree.

The Yin-Yang Tree was covered in a riot of color, with delicate flowers blooming freely. The red ones were as red as fire, and the blue ones as blue as ice. They intertwined and released a vibrant life force, adding a touch of gorgeous color to the surrounding gloom.

The golden dragon followed Fang Han here, but had no intention of going any further.

It knew perfectly well that if Fang Han took another step forward, he would trigger the restriction formation carefully set up by that mysterious Yuan Dan realm expert.

Despite having devoted itself to cultivating the "Dragon Transformation Scripture" bestowed upon it by Fang Han for more than a month, achieving a major breakthrough in its cultivation and crossing a major realm, making it much stronger than before, it still felt as insignificant as an ant when faced with the powerful and mysterious restriction formation before it.

"Golden Dragon, go back to your lake."

Fang Han said something to the golden dragon, then continued to move forward steadily, his hand already gripping the Xuan Tie sword.

Upon hearing its master's command, the golden dragon did not hesitate at all. Its massive body twisted rapidly, like a golden lightning bolt, drawing a graceful arc across the lake's surface before disappearing into the water, leaving only ripples in its wake.

Fang Han walked with firm steps and soon stepped into the range of the formation.

What came into view was a complex array of restrictive formations made of giant rocks.

These boulders come in various shapes, some towering like peaks, others low like hills, their surfaces densely covered with countless runes that shimmer with a mysterious light.

Upon closer inspection, each boulder has a groove, in which a sword is firmly inserted. The sword also gleams with a faint light, echoing the runes on the boulder and exuding a chilling aura.

"Buzz!"

A sharp, piercing shriek suddenly shattered the surrounding tranquility.

Suddenly, the runes on one of the boulders shone brightly, and then a sword, like a dragon breaking free from its restraints, roared out from the groove in the boulder.

The sword, imbued with the force of wind and thunder, crackled with lightning around its blade and howled with the wind, slashed directly at Fang Han with overwhelming power.

Fang Han reacted extremely quickly. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and almost at the same moment, the black iron sword in his hand drew a sharp arc to meet the incoming sword.

In an instant, the sound of metal clashing was deafening, like the ringing of a great bell, echoing endlessly in this space.

Fang Han stood firmly in place, his body as stable as a pine tree, his feet rooted to the ground, without moving an inch.

Conversely, the incoming sword was sent flying by the powerful force, arcing through the air before finally landing steadily back into the groove of the boulder.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a muffled roar suddenly rang out.

As if driven by an invisible force, the numerous boulders began to slowly roll, causing the earth to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, seven swords shot out from the grooves in different boulders like arrows, rapidly spiraling upwards in the air, and in an instant, they formed a sword formation resembling the Big Dipper.

The sword formation shone brightly, the seven swords echoing each other, releasing a powerful pressure that enveloped Fang Han, seemingly intent on completely engulfing him.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The seven swords hanging high in the air suddenly emitted a chilling light, as if they had been injected with violent power. They instantly accelerated and shot towards Fang Han like arrows released from a bow.

Each sword was imbued with unparalleled power, causing the surrounding space to distort and tremble.

"Sweeping away the clouds!"

Fang Han's eyes narrowed sharply as he stared at the seven swords hurtling towards him, and he let out a low shout.

At the same time, he swung his black iron sword out at an extremely fast speed.

In an instant, countless sword shadows appeared, the layers of illusory images of the Xuan Tie Sword intertwining into an impenetrable sword net.

"Jingle bells!"

A series of crisp metallic clangs erupted instantly.

Fang Han's sword strike was incredibly powerful, completely blocking all seven swords that were being fired with immense force.

A powerful recoil force sent them flying backward.

The seven swords traced arcs in the air, like birds that had lost their way.

However, the ingenuity of this mysterious Big Dipper Sword Formation far exceeds imagination.

The swords that were knocked away hovered in the air for a moment, as if drawn by some mysterious force. With a flash of light, they steadily returned to the groove in the boulder, poised to strike again, as if the previous exchange had been merely a test.

Almost the instant the seven swords returned to their positions, the boulders within the entire formation began to roll, as if manipulated by an invisible hand.

At first, the boulders rolled slowly, but in the blink of an eye, they became like wild horses, growing faster and faster, crushing towards Fang Han with an unstoppable momentum.

In an instant, the earth shook violently, billowing dust filled the air, and boulders collided with each other, emitting a muffled roar, as if to crush everything in the world under this violent impact.

Facing the massive boulder pressing down like a mountain, Fang Han's expression was stern, and he once again wielded his Xuan Tie sword.

He moved with agility, his sword moving as he pleased, each swing carrying immense power and precise skill.

He parried and deflected with his sword, the boulders flashing as he cleared them away.

The boulder crashed to the side with a loud thud, raising a cloud of dust.

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