Looking at the dense crowd below, Xu Fan frowned.
With so many Night's Watch soldiers, it was clearly impossible to slip past them unnoticed.
Then... let's fight!
Xu Fan drew his Demon-Subduing Sword, and with a flick and a sweep of the blade, a phantom appeared behind him in an instant.
"The Yellow Court Sword Classic flows like a hundred rivers into the sea."
Xu Fan silently recited the words in his heart, and then, following the sword manual he had studied during his flight to the capital, he forcefully slashed his longsword.
As Xu Fan moved, the enormous hand of the phantom behind him suddenly swept across the group of fanatical Night's Watch followers in front of him.
The first to be hit were the dozen or so night watchmen on the twentieth floor. Under the powerful blows of the phantom, these people seemed to be attracted by something and suddenly crashed into the giant hand.
Then, their hands were covered with countless sword marks.
Xu Fan was very satisfied with the power of this sword strike. After looking at the Demon-Subduing Sword in his hand, Xu Fan charged into the crowd again.
He had previously sensed that the seeds of death within these people had completely altered their minds.
They are no longer the warriors guarding the front lines, but a group of corrupted demons.
Therefore, Xu Fan showed no mercy when he struck, aiming for vital points with almost every sword strike.
Xu Fan was heading straight for the basement, and with the help of the Yellow Court Sword Scripture, he was even more at ease. Before the Night Watch soldiers could organize a defense, he had already rushed down at full speed.
After a short while, Xu Fan finally arrived at the basement.
Among the many doors, Xu Fan identified the room where Dai Xisi was being held almost immediately.
That room covered in eye paintings was definitely the room where Daisy was imprisoned.
However, just before Xu Fan arrived at the room, a figure appeared out of nowhere in front of the room.
“It’s you.”
Seeing Lin Tianxiong still wearing a long robe in front of him, Xu Fan slowed down.
After thinking it over, he finally summoned the pheasant.
The pheasant glanced at Lin Tianxiong with lingering affection, but a hint of sorrow quickly appeared in its eyes.
"Can we save him?"
Xu Fan shook his head: "I can't remove the seed of death from his body."
So far, everyone Xu Fan has met who has been tainted by the seed of death has become completely irrational when mentioning the Lord.
While Xu Fan was talking to the pheasant, Lin Tianxiong had already moved.
Lin Tianxiong suddenly took a few steps forward, arriving three steps in front of Xu Fan, and raised his hand to strike Xu Fan with a palm.
Although it looked like just an ordinary palm strike, Xu Fan felt a sense of invincibility in his heart.
Xu Fan dared not be careless, but in his haste, he could only raise the Demon-Subduing Sword to block in front of him.
As his palm touched the Demon-Subduing Sword, a metallic clang rang out. Caught off guard, Xu Fan staggered backward.
The Demon-Subduing Sword, which Xu Fan held tightly in his hand, left a long trail on the ground.
Xu Fan dared not be careless any longer. He swung his longsword and used the second sword move he had learned.
"The clouds part to reveal the moon."
A huge phantom appeared behind him once more, reaching out as if to part the dark clouds that were obscuring the moon.
On the ground, Xu Fan's sword, in a strange manner, passed over Lin Changxiong's palm and suddenly thrust towards Lin Changxiong's front.
Lin Changxiong didn't have time to retract his right fist, and the sword tip was about to touch Lin Changxiong's body.
But at that moment, Lin Changxiong's left fist suddenly moved.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Although it was only his left fist, Lin Changxiong swung more than ten punches in an instant.
More than a dozen fist shadows slammed into the Demon-Subduing Sword, and Xu Fan felt a powerful force pass through the Demon-Subduing Sword and strike his palm.
Having reached the point where his sword technique was no longer effective, Xu Fan had no choice but to withdraw it.
However, Xu Fan's right hand, which was holding the sword, was trembling slightly. Although he withdrew it in time, Lin Changxiong's methods still managed to injure Xu Fan's hand.
Although he looked like just an old man at the level of a Ghost Emperor, his actions were likely aided by the techniques they obtained in Zhongnan Mountain.
With the blessing of this technique, Xu Fan felt as if there was a mountain standing in front of him, which he could not possibly climb over.
Even so, Xu Fan was not discouraged at all.
"Again!"
Xu Fan used the Hundred Rivers Flowing into the Sea technique again.
But this time, Xu Fan saw Lin Changxiong's hands moving rapidly, as if countless figures were throwing countless punches in front of Lin Changxiong.
Then, these countless figures slowly converged on Lin Changxiong's body, and these countless fist shadows also converged on Lin Changxiong's right fist, gradually condensing into a blue fist shadow, which was slowly swung out at Xu Fan.
The shadows of fists and swords clashed. In the blink of an eye, countless mournful cries seemed to emanate from the sword shadows before they vanished into thin air.
The remaining fists pressed their advantage, aiming straight for Xu Fan's face.
By this time, it was too late for Xu Fan to retrieve the Demon-Subduing Sword.
In haste, he could only summon the Immortal Execution Sword to block it.
The fist instantly sent Xu Fan flying back more than ten meters!
Xu Fan struggled to his feet, feeling a burning pain in his chest as if struck by a heavy object.
A sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood slowly seeped from the corner of Xu Fan's mouth.
This was the first time Xu Fan had been beaten so badly since he acquired the body of a god-level warrior.
All defenses seemed useless against those invisible fists, leaving them only to passively wait to be hit.
Xu Fan took a deep breath, gripping a sword in one hand.
Seeing that his attack was effective, Lin Changxiong immediately pursued relentlessly, his fist shadow gradually expanding in front of Xu Fan.
Xu Fan couldn't break through the fist shadows in front of him for the time being, but as time passed, the group of Night Watchers and the strange creatures behind him had caught up.
They didn't step forward, but stood silently behind Xu Fan, making all the necessary preparations to prevent him from escaping.
Even Xu Fan felt that he didn't have much of a chance of winning at this point.
If he had been given a few more years, or even a few more months, to further his research on the Huangting Sword Classic, Xu Fan believed that even if he wasn't very confident of defeating Lin Changxiong, he would not be in such a sorry state now.
But as he faced the ever-growing fist, Xu Fan suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
Lin Changxiong's strength is already a level above Xu Fan's, and with the added advantage of the boxing techniques from Zhongnan Mountain, is he going to suffer a defeat here today?
However, just as Xu Fan was thinking this, he felt the fist in front of him suddenly stop.
It was as if time had stood still.
"This is……"
Xu Fan didn't have time to think, and grabbed the two swords to thrust forward.
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