When the Wuji Sect's protective formation was mentioned, Chen Tingxue's expression softened slightly.
Outside of sects, a duel between the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect and the Boundless Sect might be evenly matched.
However, if the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect dares to launch a preemptive attack on the Wuji Sect in an attempt to break through its impregnable protective formation, it will surely pay a heavy price, with countless casualties.
Even if the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect were to forcibly break through the sect's protective formation at all costs, it would be severely weakened and would still be no match for the Boundless Sect.
"You two are really delusional and wishful thinking. This Yin-Yang Tree can only survive in an extremely Yin place above the Earth Fire. If you try to transplant the Yin-Yang Tree, it will wither and die in a few days."
Just then, a clear but somewhat mocking voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Fang Han standing on a flying sword, like a banished immortal descending from the sky, his robes fluttering.
It turned out that Yanming City was closer to Yin-Yang Mountain than Longyuan Sword Sect, which is why he arrived there first.
"Master, you've arrived!"
The golden dragon, which was attacking the Wuji Sect Master with its tail in the formation, saw Fang Han riding a flying sword and appearing above the sword formation like a shooting star. It was overjoyed and its huge body trembled slightly with excitement, and it even spoke human language.
Previously, it had worked in conjunction with the formation to cause thunderclouds to surge above the formation, and thick bolts of purple lightning crashed down like dragons.
However, Elder Bai Mei and Sect Master Chen Tingxue possessed extraordinary strength. With their exquisite movements, they skillfully evaded the lightning attacks time and time again, rendering the Golden Dragon's efforts largely ineffective.
The golden dragon, hidden deep within the formation, overheard the entire conversation between Elder Bai Mei and Chen Tingxue.
It understood that, despite the exquisite nature of the formation, it was only a matter of time before it collapsed under the relentless onslaught of two powerful beings.
Just when the golden dragon was extremely anxious, Fang Han's appearance was like a reassurance to it.
It was certain that with its master in charge, Chen Tingxue and Elder Bai Mei of the Wuji Sect would surely suffer a crushing defeat this time.
Fang Han, dressed in snow-white robes that fluttered in the wind, moved through the air, his fingertips rapidly forming hand seals, and several runes emitting a faint glow shot out like arrows.
In an instant, the entire formation trembled violently, as if an ancient behemoth had awakened.
The flying swords, which were originally moving swiftly, suddenly increased in speed, their blades flashing with a cold, icy light, each ray of sword light containing immense destructive power.
The trajectory of the flying swords became increasingly complex, like a surging tide, condensing into a sharp sword aura that pressed down on the two people inside the formation.
As the sword's momentum continued to rise, a dense killing intent permeated the formation, making it suffocating.
The thunderclouds in the sky grew increasingly low, seemingly within reach, and purple lightning bolts, carrying earth-shattering power, continuously pounded into the formation.
In an instant, the roar of lightning and the whistling of flying swords intertwined, creating a deafening sound.
Elder Bai Mei and Chen Tingxue, who were originally handling the situation with ease, were now somewhat flustered.
Elder Bai Mei brandished his heavy sword, trying to block the flying swords that came raining down, but the pressure of the swords made his arm go numb.
Chen Tingxue used her agile movements to weave and dodge between the flying swords and the exploding thunder, her hair disheveled and her breath coming in short gasps.
Even with their formidable strength, after enduring countless impacts from flying swords and bombardments from thunder, their internal energy began to surge, and their faces turned flushed.
Initially, they were confident that given enough time, they would be able to break the formation.
But at this moment, faced with the formation whose power had greatly increased under Fang Han's control, their confidence began to waver.
How long they could hold out became a problem they faced.
"Who are you, daring to attack this sect master?"
Chen Tingxue raised her eyebrows and shouted at Fang Han in a sharp voice.
Previously, they had seen a warning left by Xiang Wantang outside the sword formation and assumed that the formation was set up by Xiang Wantang of the Longyuan Sword Sect.
But the young man before her arrived on a sword and could easily manipulate the formation, multiplying its power, which filled Chen Tingxue with unease and doubt.
The thought that she might perish in this formation before even seeing the legendary Yin-Yang Tree and Yin-Yang Flower filled Chen Tingxue with anxiety, her eyes revealing a hint of panic.
"Sect Master? You are Chen Tingxue, the Sect Master of the Wuji Sect?"
Fang Han did not answer, but instead asked, "This formation was set up by me and Brother Xiang Wantang. You forcibly broke the formation, yet you accuse me of attacking you? Do you, the sect leader, have any shame?"
In Tianyuan County, there are only a handful of people who dare to openly insult Chen Tingxue, the beautiful sect leader of Wuji Sect, but Fang Han is full of arrogance, as if he doesn't take Chen Tingxue seriously at all.
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