However, at that moment, the sword energy that Fang Han had previously unleashed had already reached a seemingly inconspicuous small hill in the southwest corner of the manor.
With a deafening roar, the hillside was instantly crushed by the sword energy, turning into dust and leaving only a cloud of dust flying everywhere.
"Snap!"
Just as everyone was shocked by this scene, a crisp sound, as if something had broken, suddenly came from the increasingly low thunderclouds in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, countless cracks appeared in the originally thick, inky thunderclouds.
The afterglow of the setting sun, like the long-awaited dawn, shone down like golden threads through the gaps formed after the thunderclouds broke apart.
The bright light instantly filled the entire Zhao family manor.
The manor, which had been shrouded in darkness, suddenly became bright, as if it had emerged from an endless abyss of darkness.
It turns out that the core of the Thundercloud Giant Sword Formation set up by Master Qingshan was on that small hill.
On that small hillside, there was a magical artifact set up by the Taoist Master Qingshan.
The combination of these magical artifacts and talismans led to the earlier scene of rolling thunderclouds and a giant sword pressing down.
But now, Fang Han has crushed this magical artifact with a single sword strike, which is equivalent to breaking the core of the Thundercloud Sword Formation.
The formation has essentially collapsed.
"The wind rises!"
The next moment, Fang Han quickly formed hand seals, and a talisman rose from his hands, rapidly changing in the air and transforming into a large banner in the blink of an eye.
The banner fluttered in the air, its surface shimmering with runes and radiating a mysterious power.
As the flag waved, a powerful airflow rapidly spun around it, instantly forming a fierce hurricane.
The hurricane roared through the air, engulfing everything in its path.
The shattered thunderclouds were instantly blown away and disappeared without a trace under the ravages of the hurricane.
The giant sword that was pressing down on Fang Han, after losing the support of the thundercloud and the adhesion of the black sword, instantly dissipated like smoke.
At this moment, the giant sword was left with only Master Qingshan's natal sword. Without the previous support, its power was greatly reduced, and the originally strong sense of oppression also dissipated by most of it.
Seeing the situation deteriorate rapidly, Master Qingshan felt a surge of fear.
He suddenly formed a claw with his right hand and reached out to grab his natal sword.
In an instant, azure true energy surged out of his body like a raging tide, rapidly condensing in the air and forming a gigantic claw of true energy in the blink of an eye.
The giant cyan claw exuded a chilling aura as it reached out to grab the natal sword, determined to reclaim it.
At this moment, Master Qingshan understood that he had already lost this battle, and if he continued to stay here, he would probably only face death.
He was preoccupied with the idea of escaping as quickly as possible to save his life.
However, this natal sword held extraordinary significance for him, as it was personally passed down to him by his master.
If we were to simply abandon our natal sword here, the consequences would be far more severe than the deaths of several junior disciples who were merely outer disciples.
This is not only a disgrace to the sect, but also a great disrespect to the master. He will probably never be able to hold his head up again in the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect.
But would Fang Han let him have his way?
Fang Han snorted, and the Xuan Tie sword in his hand shone brightly. The already extremely sharp sword light instantly grew several feet, like a lively light dragon, exuding a chilling aura.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Han swung the Xuan Tie sword fiercely, bringing immense force to smash it hard against Qingshan Daoist's natal sword.
This natal sword has an extraordinary origin and is of a very high level; it is a superior magic weapon.
In ordinary times, it has followed Master Qingshan through countless battles, slaying countless enemies. The runes engraved on the sword contain powerful energy and emit a mysterious light.
However, at this moment, even such a high-grade magic weapon could hardly withstand Fang Han's fierce attack.
With a crisp "crack," the natal sword was struck as if by lightning, bending and deforming instantly. The runes that had been shining on the sword seemed to lose their power and dimmed and went out one by one.
After landing a successful blow, Fang Han didn't hesitate to strike back with his sword.
A sharp sword aura shot out like lightning, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade.
The sword energy precisely slashed at the giant claw of true energy that Daoist Qingshan was about to retract his natal sword.
With a loud "boom," the giant claw of true energy shattered and dissipated like a bubble under the impact of the sword energy, turning into specks of blue light that vanished instantly.
The natal sword is connected to one's mind and spirit. When the natal sword is damaged, Master Qingshan's mind and spirit are also severely injured.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then, with a gushing sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably.
Master Meng Qi, who was standing to the side, witnessed this scene and was so frightened that his face turned as pale as paper, as if he had seen the most terrifying sight in the world.
He knew very well that his senior brother, Qingshan, was already a top-tier figure among the inner disciples of the Dragon Abyss Sword Mansion.
Senior Brother Qingshan's strength far surpassed his own; he admired him greatly for both his swordsmanship and his mastery of formations.
This time, Senior Brother Qingshan meticulously set up an array at the Zhao Family Manor, which, with the help of the Yin energy in the world, is extremely powerful. Even experts at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm would be very likely to be killed under this array.
But now, the powerful Senior Brother Qingshan was completely powerless against Fang Han. This was too unbelievable, making him feel as if he had seen a ghost.
In an instant, a wave of despair washed over Master Qingshan. He knew that the situation was like a building about to collapse, beyond saving. At this moment, preserving his life was the top priority.
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