A golden halo emanated from Elder Yunyi's body, and in his dantian, a golden Yuan Dan was spinning wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With each rotation of the Yuan Dan, a vast amount of true energy, like a surging river, poured out from the Yuan Dan, flowing through the meridians throughout the body, and condensing into a faint golden shield on the surface of his body.

As the Yuan Dan rapidly circulated, Yun Yi's aura surged like a giant wave breaking through the clouds, rising layer upon layer.

The air around him began to distort and deform, and the bluestone on the ground cracked inch by inch under the pressure, with cracks spreading out like a spider web.

This oppressive force surged toward Fang Han as if it were a tangible force.

Outside the formation, Fang Qing and the others felt an invisible, immense force pressing down on their shoulders, as if thousands of mountains were falling at once.

Fang Yingxue's face turned deathly pale instantly, her hair flew wildly in the wind, and her legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move. Zhou Chi tried to circulate his spiritual power to resist, but found that the true energy in his body was running around like a frightened rabbit under this pressure. The strings of Gongsun Yaoqin's zither snapped with a "crack", and the Ye Qianqian and Ye Qianqiu sisters collapsed to the ground, large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, their eyes filled with terror.

Inside the formation, black flags fluttered in the wind, and howling winds whipped up sand and gravel, forming small tornadoes in the air.

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird raised its head and cried out, while white mist surged like a tide, enveloping the entire battlefield in chaos.

"Fang Han, come and fight!"

Elder Yunyi looked up to the sky and roared, his voice as loud as a bell, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Before he finished speaking, he pounced on Fang Han like a golden lightning bolt.

With the help of the formation, its speed is so fast that it is difficult to detect.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Fang Han, his ancient spirit sword thrusting out with the force to tear through the void.

This sword strike, imbued with the force of wind and thunder, had already formed an invisible cage around Fang Han before it even arrived, completely sealing off his aura.

The runes on his sword shone brightly, tearing the air apart and emitting a piercing shriek.

Under such terrifying pressure and attack, an ordinary cultivator would have already had their bones crushed and be powerless to fight back.

Even if they could withstand this pressure, they would be almost unable to move and would be at his mercy.

It can be said that Elder Yunyi's first move was his strongest attack.

His three disciples are already dead and injured, and even Xu Zisheng is going to die. He has lost all face. If he can't kill Fang Han instantly, and the news of today's events spreads, the reputation of Qingxuan Sect will be ruined.

Therefore, he wanted to kill Fang Han as quickly as possible.

In an instant, his sword had already pierced an inch before Fang Han's brow.

But Fang Han still hasn't moved.

Elder Yun Yi felt much more at ease. He believed that even if this sword strike didn't kill Fang Han, it would severely injure him.

Outside the formation, Fang Yingxue, Gongsun Yaoqin, and the others were extremely worried.

Although they couldn't see what was inside the Vermilion Bird Trapping Dragon Formation, they knew it must be extremely dangerous.

But the next moment, Elder Yun Yi felt a blur before his eyes, and Fang Han disappeared.

His superior-grade spirit sword missed its mark.

The sword's edge carved a trench over ten feet deep into the ground.

"This kid still has such speed even under the pressure of my formation and Yuan Dan?"

Elder Yunyi was greatly alarmed.

If Fang Han still has such speed, it proves that even in the formation, he still has the ability to fight him. His wish to kill Fang Han instantly is likely to be in vain.

"You'll take this sword strike too!"

Suddenly, Fang Han's voice came from behind Elder Yun Yi, and then Elder Yun Yi felt the killing intent.

However, Fang Han's sword was silent. Although it was shrouded in killing intent, even with the powerful divine sense of Elder Yun Yi, he could not sense where Fang Han's sword was piercing his body.

He immediately turned around and unleashed a full-force sword strike, which blocked Fang Han's sword.

At this moment, Fang Han's sword was less than a foot away from his waist.

If he had been even slightly careless, or if he had been outside the formation, the situation would likely have been even more dangerous.

Elder Yunyi's pupils contracted sharply, and the Star River Sword Technique was unleashed in an instant.

This set of sect-defining martial arts, created by the founder of the Qingxuan Sect after observing the Big Dipper at night, now transformed into countless sword shadows in his hands. Each sword light followed the trajectory of the stars, seemingly scattered and disorderly, yet secretly containing the killing formation of the Big Dipper.

His sword tip swept across the void, outlining a shimmering trail of light as the handle of a chariot rotated in the white mist.

The golden light of his natal core flowed into the sword, so each of his sword strikes carried the pressure of a Core Formation Realm expert, and the sword's momentum was overwhelming.

Fang Han, however, seemed to have already seen through the path of swordsmanship, and the Eight Desolations Sword Technique was unleashed at will.

His sword strikes were like a surging river, attacking simultaneously from all eight directions—east, west, south, north, heaven, earth, black, and yellow—and the air shrieked under the weight of his sword.

When the Xuan Tie Sword clashed with the ancient spiritual sword, the resulting shockwaves of spiritual energy caused the twelve black flags to tremble violently.

"impossible!"

Yun Yi struggled to defend against Fang Han's attack with the Supreme Elder Sword, only to discover that Fang Han's swordplay combined the ferocity of a saber, the sharpness of a spear, and the smoothness of a whip, as if fusing all the martial arts techniques in the world into one. He was utterly shocked.

What shocked him even more was that the opponent's spiritual energy fluctuations were clearly only at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, yet their divine sense pressed down on his Yuan Dan with such a tangible force that it caused him pain. The strength of that divine sense was even three points deeper than that of him, a Yuan Dan Realm expert!

After ten moves, Yun Yi's back was soaked with cold sweat.

His Star River Sword Technique, which made him famous, gradually showed signs of decline under the suppression of the opponent's Eight Desolations Sword Technique.

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