However, just as the Xuan Tie Sword struck the cold sword energy, a strange scene unfolded.

The black iron sword, glowing red-hot, was like a blazing torch plunged into the ice and snow. Fang Yuantu's sword energy, as if ice had met flames, melted and dissipated instantly.

The cold wave that had been like a surging tide vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

"This...how is this possible?"

Fang Yuantu, the old bald man, stared wide-eyed, his face filled with shock. He simply couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

"Fang Yuantu, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Show them! Do you think you can run rampant just because your mastermind taught you a little swordsmanship? Today, I'll make you die with a clear conscience!"

Fang Han remained calm and composed as he spoke.

"Kid, I'll show you what I'm made of now."

Fang Yuantu snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly leaped into the air.

He was like a fierce eagle, pouncing on Fang Han with the force of a mountain crashing down.

While he was in the air, he used the momentum of his descent to slash out with the broadsword in his hand. In an instant, the sword seemed to carry the force of wind and thunder, emitting bursts of booming sounds.

Seeing this, Fang Han was not afraid at all. He stood firmly on the ground, gripped the Xuan Tie sword tightly with both hands, and swung the sword to meet the attack.

In an instant, the aura emanating from the two men surged like two volcanoes about to erupt.

The air around them seemed to be stirred by a pair of invisible hands, and a strong wind rose up, making their clothes flutter loudly.

Even the surrounding vegetation was affected by this powerful airflow, bowing low to the ground, and the large trees were blown about, their branches rustling.

The two swords finally began a fierce clash in mid-air.

The sound of metal clashing rang out continuously, sometimes clear and melodious like the tolling of a temple bell in the early morning; sometimes deep and heavy, like the rumbling thunder in summer.

The deafening clang of the bells was so loud that it made people's ears and eyes ring. Those Fang family disciples with slightly lower cultivation levels could no longer bear it and covered their ears, their faces showing pain.

Moreover, every time the two swords clashed, the resulting energy spread out like a surging tide.

Beneath their feet, it seemed as if a powerful earthquake was occurring, the ground trembling constantly, giving the impression of a massive earthquake.

The two fought as they went, and wherever they went, it was as if a disaster had struck, destroying everything around them.

Fang Gaoyang's elegant residence could not withstand the impact of this powerful force and collapsed with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust.

Fang Han used the Eight Desolations Sword Technique.

This sword technique shares the same origin as the Eight Desolations Fist, both containing boundless power. Every move exudes a majestic and imposing aura, as if capable of splitting the heavens and earth and changing the color of the wind and clouds.

With Fang Han's current cultivation level, this kind of swordsmanship is most suitable for him, just like a dragon returning to water or a tiger returning to the forest.

At this moment, he was fighting Fang Yuantu. Both of them drew their swords quickly in an instant to seize the initiative.

At first, the two exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand.

However, as time passed, after a short while, Fang Yuantu's broadsword gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, suppressed by Fang Han's swordsmanship.

This is because Fang Han's Eight Desolations Sword Technique excels at creating sword momentum, which is like a surging tide, one wave stronger than the next, layer upon layer, continuous and unending.

As Fang Han's sword aura grew stronger and stronger, nearing its peak, the pressure on Fang Yuantu was like a mountain pressing down on him, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

The black iron sword in Fang Han's hand seemed to contain immense power at this moment. Every move he made brought with it a whooshing sound, causing Fang Yuantu's arm to tremble slightly.

The force seemed to penetrate the sword and strike straight into his heart, causing a deep sense of powerlessness to well up within him.

"Who exactly is this guy? He's a complete freak!"

Fang Yuantu was secretly shocked, his expression solemn. "His swordsmanship can actually comprehend sword intent. Such a level is at least attainable by a Foundation Establishment stage expert, but he is just a high-level martial artist. How can he be so powerful?"

Fang Yuantu gritted his teeth, frantically circulated his internal energy, and unleashed the Frost Sword Technique in an attempt to reverse the gradually declining situation.

His broadsword gleamed with a chilling light, emanating a cold aura, and his swordplay became increasingly fierce.

However, Fang Han's sword aura was like a surging river, flowing endlessly. No matter how much he struggled, he could not break through the overwhelming suppression of this sword aura.

In Fang Yuantu's heart, unease spread wildly like weeds.

Fang Han's Xuan Tie sword moved even faster, with layers upon layers of sword shadows, like a majestic mountain peak, carrying endless oppressive power, crushing towards Fang Yuantu.

Fang Yuantu inwardly cried out in alarm. He knew he was now in dire straits, and that trying to distance himself from Fang Han and return to a strategy of long-range combat was wishful thinking.

At that moment, the thought of escaping flashed through Fang Yuantu's mind.

He knew that as long as the green hills remained, there would always be firewood to burn.

However, he was extremely unwilling to accept this.

He had spent his entire life scheming, and was only a hair's breadth away from replacing Fang Zhendong. If he were to be defeated by Fang Han, a junior, all his past efforts would be in vain.

Moreover, if he escapes, what will happen to his son Fang Kunnan and grandson Fang Shaohu?

They are doomed to a dead end.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuantu gritted his teeth, a resolute determination welling up in his heart. He continued to wield his broadsword and fight Fang Han fiercely.

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