Despite his breath being as faint as a spider's thread, Xu Zisheng's obsession grew stronger.

He was unwilling to accept this fate, unwilling to die in such a humiliating way, unwilling to have struggled on the path of cultivation for so many years only to end up like this.

His body was convulsing uncontrollably, and he was muttering incoherently, as if cursing or praying.

This scene made Elder Yunyi's eyes widen in fury.

Now, on the Qingxuan Sect's side, one person has been killed and two others crippled. These successive blows are like heavy hammer blows, slamming into Elder Yunyi's heart.

"Fang Han!"

Yun Yi roared, his voice filled with boundless rage, making the surrounding air buzz, "You dare to cripple me and kill my disciples right in front of me, prepare to die!"

Before he could finish speaking, a thought struck him, and a flash of light appeared, revealing an ancient sword in his hand.

This sword has a unique shape, with runes flashing on its surface, as if it contains endless mysterious power. Each rune seems to come alive, moving and flashing on the sword.

A piece of dark green jade was inlaid at the hilt of the sword, with a faint, shimmering light.

It is obvious at a glance that this is no ordinary sword. It must be a high-grade spiritual sword with immense power. This also shows that Elder Yun Yi, as the elder of Qingxuan Sect, has a profound foundation and his storage magic treasure is extraordinary.

However, Elder Yun Yi did not make a move directly. Instead, he began to use his footwork to circle around Fang Han.

At this moment, he no longer underestimated Fang Han; his face showed a more solemn expression.

He has already regarded Fang Han as his true rival.

"If you're going to make a move, then make your move. Unleash your strongest techniques."

Fang Han glanced at Elder Yun Yi and said calmly.

"The flag is coming!"

Elder Yunyi made a hand seal, and twelve beams of azure light tore through the sky like lightning.

The moment the blue command flag landed, it emitted a deafening shriek, as if it were the cry of an ancient war spirit.

The flagpole pierced the ground more than three feet deep, and at the center of the formation, the black mist, like a ferocious beast awakening, rose a hundred feet high.

The biting wind, carrying ice crystals, howled and swirled, while the roars of dragons and tigers echoed through the mist, like a thousand troops galloping in.

The twelve flags, like soldiers receiving orders, moved without wind, outlining a huge phantom of the Vermilion Bird in the air, its gaping maw radiating chilling killing intent.

"This is the Vermilion Bird Trapping Dragon Formation, Qin Tian. This time you're trapped by my master's formation, you're doomed!"

Upon seeing this, Qin Ke was overjoyed and shouted with delight.

"This formation, is it also trying to trap me?"

But Fang Han disagreed.

He made a hand seal, and a golden rune spread out like golden waves, forming a runic barrier around him.

Within the formation, mist and gale-force winds surged like giant waves, one after another, assaulting Fang Han.

But Fang Han stood inside the formation, protected by the rune barrier, unmoved.

The raging wind had no effect on him whatsoever; it didn't even lift the hem of his clothes.

Yun Yi's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands moved in a series of hand seals.

High in the sky, the purple lightning surrounding the phantom of the Vermilion Bird grew increasingly violent, turning the entire sky into a strange crimson-purple hue.

With a cry that ripped through the sky, the Vermilion Bird opened its massive jaws wide, and thousands of purple lightning bolts, like a reversed Milky Way, crashed down with the power to incinerate everything.

Fang Han's expression remained unchanged as he unleashed the Xuan Tie Sword.

With a flick of his wrist, thirteen sword energies emerged like serpents from their holes, weaving into a dazzling golden sword net in the air.

The moment the purple lightning struck the sword net, it unleashed a deafening roar, and amidst the blinding flashes of light, countless tiny lightning bolts darted about like silver snakes.

But in the blink of an eye, the purple lightning vanished like thin snow under the blazing sun, leaving only the Vermilion Bird's unwilling roar echoing in the void.

Those watching from outside the formation quickly covered their ears.

Elder Yun Yi let out a deep roar, quickly forming hand seals. Several runes emitting a dark blue light disappeared into the formation like shooting stars.

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird suddenly raised its head, devouring all the runes. Its originally illusory body instantly solidified, the feathers on its wings shimmered with a metallic luster, and its eyes blazed with tangible flames.

It flapped its wings and swooped down, the air currents it created condensing into countless transparent blades in the air, slashing towards Fang Han with a sharp whooshing sound.

However, the moment the air blade touched the rune barrier, it was as if it had struck an invisible wall of steel.

The golden runes shone brightly, ripples spreading out, and the energy blades shattered inch by inch.

The Vermilion Bird roared and spewed out countless fireballs, each the size of a millstone, which connected in the air to form a sea of ​​fire.

Fang Han remained standing with his hands behind his back, his sword moving at will. Several sword energies flashed, and the fireball shattered like glass, sparks flying everywhere but never getting within three feet of him.

Yun Yi stared at the composed figure in white, his back teeth grinding together.

He simply couldn't believe that the formation he had painstakingly set up had been so easily neutralized by the other party. The nonchalant smile on Fang Han's face, in his eyes, was like a sharp dagger, piercing his dignity.

"Yun Yi, you old coward! You're thinking of using formations to wear me down, but you don't dare to truly fight me? Today I said it's your day of reckoning, and you will die!"

Fang Han looked at Elder Yun Yi and sneered.

He had already decided to kill him.

"Fang Han, you asked for death, so today I will grant your wish."

Elder Yun Yi's eyes were like knives as he looked at Fang Han.

He drew his sword and slowly walked into the formation, his aura growing stronger and stronger.

The real black flag fluttered wildly in the strong wind.

He was prepared to have a real showdown with Fang Han.

Of course, if he's in the formation, then he can take the initiative.

This Supreme Elder of the Qingxuan Sect dared not be careless in front of Fang Han, because he felt that Fang Han was like a bottomless pit, whose depths were unfathomable.