Before Ye Qianqiu's men could strike again, Fang Qing and Fang Yingxue, like two eagles that had been gathering strength for a long time and were about to soar into the sky, leaped out without hesitation.
They precisely used Zhou Chi's broad and sturdy shoulders to lightly step on him for leverage, and then pounced towards Ye Qianqiu's men like arrows released from a bow.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides clashed in close combat.
Fang Qing's fists were accompanied by a whooshing sound, each strike carrying immense force, aiming straight for the enemy's vital points.
Fang Yingxue's movements were as light as a swallow, and her palm techniques were unpredictable. Each seemingly gentle palm strike actually contained astonishing explosive power, making it impossible to defend against.
In a single encounter, they swiftly dispatched two enemies.
The two enemies didn't even have time to put up a decent resistance before they were thrown heavily to the ground by Fang Qing and Fang Yingxue's fierce attacks. They groaned in pain and struggled to get up, only to find that all their strength seemed to have been drained away in an instant.
Witnessing this scene, everyone was shocked by the astonishing power of the Three Talents Formation.
Under the blessing of this magical formation, Fang Yingxue, Fang Qing, and Zhou Chi seemed to be endowed with a power beyond their own strength, crippling a high-level martial artist as easily as cutting through melons and vegetables.
Ye Qianqiu, who had been so aggressive, now had a face so dark it looked like it could drip water.
He thought that bringing more than a dozen high-level martial artists to capture Fang Han would be an easy task, but now the situation has become very tricky.
"What are you all standing there for!"
Ye Qianqiu roared, "Are the swords and sabers on your backs just for decoration?"
His roar, like a thunderclap, rang in everyone's ears, finally bringing his dozen or so stunned subordinates back to their senses.
In an instant, cold light flashed as these people, urged by Ye Qianqiu, swiftly drew the swords and knives from their backs and launched another frenzied attack on Fang Yingxue, Fang Qing, and Zhou Chi.
The simultaneous attack by more than a dozen high-level martial artists was quite imposing.
The flashing swords and shadows intertwined, like an impenetrable net, almost completely enveloping the three of them.
The air seemed to freeze under the intense killing intent, making it hard to breathe.
However, Fang Yingxue, Fang Qing, and Zhou Chi showed no fear whatsoever.
Three sharp sword lights appeared, and Fang Yingxue, Fang Qing, and Zhou Chi drew their swords at the same time. In an instant, the Three Talents Formation cleverly transformed into the Three Talents Sword Formation.
The three figures moved nimbly through the sword formation, their sword moves ever-changing. Sometimes they thrust out as swiftly as a dragon emerging from the sea, sometimes as lightly as a dancing snake, and sometimes as powerfully as a mountain pressing down. Each sword strike carried a strong sword aura, as if it could tear the air apart.
The three in the sword formation cooperated seamlessly, responding to each other. Their defense was impenetrable, and their attack was like a storm, leaving Ye Qianqiu's men with no openings.
Under this powerful offensive, Ye Qianqiu's experts gradually fell into a desperate situation and were completely unable to resist.
Within moments, seven or eight experts were seriously injured. Their bodies were covered in blood, their clothes were tattered, and they retreated to the side in a sorry state. Some clutched their wounds and groaned in pain; others collapsed to the ground, completely unable to continue fighting.
At this point, only six people remained who still possessed the ability to fight.
Looking at their opponent, who was as powerful as a demon god, the six men felt a growing fear in their hearts, and they began to hesitate, no longer daring to launch an attack.
Looking at the scene before him that had caused him to lose face, Ye Qianqiu felt a surge of remorse that threatened to overwhelm him completely.
He never imagined that all the experts he had carefully selected and brought would be so easily defeated by these three young men.
He was unwilling to accept defeat so easily, so he secretly gave his men a look, signaling them not to attack Fang Yingxue, Fang Qing, and Zhou Chi, but to launch a surprise attack on Fang Han instead!
His men understood immediately, exchanged a quick glance, and three of them suddenly exerted their strength and leaped into the air.
They were in the air, their three long swords whistling as they slashed straight at Fang Han with the force of wind and thunder.
These three strikes came with overwhelming force and extreme speed, as if they were going to instantly cleave Fang Han into countless pieces.
Faced with the three men's aggressive attack, Fang Han didn't even use his sword.
Just as the three long swords were about to strike Fang Han, Fang Han suddenly moved.
His movements appeared extremely slow, yet they possessed an indescribable rhythm. He gently raised his hand and unhurriedly struck out three palms. These three palms were not fast; they didn't even generate a wisp of wind. They were light and airy, as if he had simply waved them casually in the air, seemingly without any power whatsoever.
Upon seeing this, the three experts who had launched the sneak attack felt a great sense of relief. They believed that Fang Han's strength had been greatly reduced by Lin Xunhuan, the owner of Lin Yin Pavilion, who had absorbed the medicinal properties from his body, making his combat power negligible.
In their view, as long as Fang Han is captured, the Three Talents Sword Formation formed by Fang Yingxue, Fang Qing, and Zhou Chi will collapse on its own.
However, before their wishful thinking could even begin, something terrible happened.
Suddenly, an overwhelming and terrifying force slammed heavily onto the blades of their longswords almost simultaneously.
This force came without warning and was far more powerful than anyone could imagine, like a primordial force from ancient times, surging and unstoppable.
Fang Han's palm strike was extremely tricky, completely unexpected by the three of them. Fang Han's palm technique seemed slow, yet also very fast, because they couldn't even see how Fang Han's palm struck the blade.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
