Faced with the shameless Jiang Qianjun, Fang Han's mind stirred, and the Xuan Tie Sword instantly appeared in his hand. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, faintly exuding a chilling pressure.
Fang Han's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he swung his Xuan Tie sword. In an instant, a dazzling sword aura, like a rainbow piercing the sun, swept out with the force of a whirlwind.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the space seemed to be torn apart with fine cracks, emitting a hissing sound.
Under the impact of this fierce sword energy, all of Jiang Qianjun's needles, which came flying like a rainstorm, were instantly shaken off.
The needles, like a startled swarm of bees, scattered in all directions, and in the chaos, they even shot towards the Su family members standing nearby.
For a time, screams of agony rose and fell from the Su family's side, never ceasing.
The remaining twenty-odd Su family experts never expected this sudden turn of events, and caught off guard, they were all struck by the fine needles.
One by one, they showed pain on their faces, clutching their wounds, and collapsed to the ground one after another; a large number of them instantly lost the ability to fight.
These hair needles, if judged solely on their own power, are not actually that terrifying. However, this time they were reinforced by the counterforce of Fang Han's sword energy. How could the Su family, who are only at the level of martial artist or martial master, withstand such force?
Many people didn't even have time to cry out before they were slit in the throat with a single injection and died on the spot; the scene was horrific.
Su Yuanwu gasped when he saw this.
Now he understood what Su Aiai meant when she said the Su family was no match for Fang Han.
Fang Han was too strong, so strong that he felt fear from the depths of his soul.
He could no longer even estimate what level Fang Han's combat strength had reached.
At this moment, he only had five people left with him, including Su Aiai.
They all involuntarily took a step back, fearing they would lose their lives before they even understood what was happening.
Su Aiai collapsed to the ground, looking completely exhausted, her eyes glazed over.
She tried her best to stop Fang Han from destroying the Su family, but her efforts were in vain due to the Su family's ignorance.
She knew that the hidden expert in the Su family was her aunt, Ouyang Yan, but she understood that Ouyang Yan would not be a match for Fang Han, especially since Ouyang Yan had not yet shown herself.
However, all this chaos seemed to have nothing to do with Jiang Qianjun; at this moment, he only had eyes for Fang Han.
Jiang Qianjun moved closer like a ghost, his spear thrusting towards Fang Han like a venomous snake.
The spear tip, gleaming with a cold light, was aimed directly at Fang Han's throat, only a little over a foot away, and seemed poised to kill him instantly.
Surprisingly, Jiang Qianjun did not choose to release his true energy, but instead engaged Fang Han in close combat with his spear.
The spear in his hand was no ordinary weapon. He was certain that with this spear, he would gain a great advantage in close-quarters combat.
Faced with Jiang Qianjun's fierce shot, he remained calm and composed, and swiftly swung his sword in response.
This sword strike may seem ordinary and unremarkable, but it actually contains hidden secrets and the profound mysteries of the supreme swordsmanship in the Creation Sword Technique. This move is called "Broken Blade Style". Once it is unleashed, it can cut through weapons as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, and is extremely domineering.
The moment Fang Han drew his sword, the Xuan Tie sword seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit and suddenly emitted a resounding sword cry.
The sound, like the roar of an ancient dragon, was so powerful it made people's eardrums ache, pierced the sky, and shook their souls.
On the other side, Jiang Qianjun's spear was equally formidable, with runes on its tip shining brightly, dazzling and seemingly imbued with boundless power.
Jiang Qianjun circulated his true energy, secretly exerting his strength, and his wrist rotated rapidly. He was clearly preparing to use overwhelming force to directly shatter Fang Han's seemingly simple but deadly sword strike, thereby severely injuring Fang Han.
At this moment, he had concentrated all his energy and spirit into this single shot.
But all of Jiang Qianjun's changes in gun style were within Fang Han's expectations.
When the tip of his spear had advanced to within half a foot of Fang Han, the Xuan Tie sword had already struck the tip of the spear.
In an instant, their powerful true energy erupted like a surging torrent, creating visible ripples in the air, resulting in a breathtaking and head-on confrontation.
The powerful impact seemed to instantly suck out the surrounding air. Then, with a loud crack, the solid ground beneath Jiang Qianjun's feet began to crack like a spider web, and he began to slowly sink into the broken ground uncontrollably.
At this moment, Jiang Qianjun's face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He was filled with shock and resentment.
He never expected that his all-out attack, infused with all his energy and spirit, would not only fail to harm Fang Han in the slightest, but would be blocked so easily by the other party.
At this moment, he felt his blood and qi surging within him, as if a raging torrent was crashing through his meridians. His legs and hands were under immense pressure, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on him, and every inch of his bones was groaning in pain.
But this was only the beginning of this fierce battle. The Xuan Tie sword in Fang Han's hand was surging with an endless, powerful force, which crashed down on Jiang Qianjun wave after wave, making it increasingly difficult for him to defend himself.
If this continues, it won't be long before he's forced into the ground, with most of his body buried deep in the soil, ending up in a miserable state.
Fang Han, however, remained calm and composed, holding the sword with one hand, seemingly not using his full strength.
Just when Jiang Qianjun was filled with despair, the situation suddenly took a turn for the better.
Suddenly, Fang Han flipped his wrist and released the Xuan Tie sword.
Seeing this, Jiang Qianjun prepared to do everything in his power to pull his legs out of the ground, ready to seize the opportunity to escape.
But before he could act, Fang Han's black iron sword swiftly struck at the spear in his hand.
This time, Fang Han did not use the same fierce slashing motion as before, but merely a seemingly casual light tap.
Surprisingly, Fang Han didn't even pour his true energy into the Xuan Tie Sword; he seemed to have used only a tiny bit of his most basic power.
However, with this seemingly insignificant tap, the tip of Jiang Qianjun's spear was sent flying as if it were made of paper, tracing an arc in the air.
It turned out that Fang Han's fierce "Broken Blade Style" had already shattered the inside of Jiang Qianjun's spearhead, but from the outside, it was impossible to detect any abnormality.
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