When Lu Xiaofeng shouted this, Fang Yunhan, who was overlooking the fighting on all sides from a high building, had already taken action.
In fact, the moment he leaped out of the tall building was earlier than Lu Xiaofeng's shout.
In mid-air, he gently spun the scabbarded sword with his left hand and put it behind his back. The hilt of the sword protruded about five inches from the right side of his waist, and he drew the sword with his right hand.
When the sword was unsheathed, there was no sound or movement, but it was like a flash of rainbow light that illuminated all directions and shocked the eyes of the people, instantly stealing the attention of hundreds of people on the battlefield below.
The battle of life and death made one lose his voice.
Both Lu Xiaofeng and Qiao Shangzhou had seen that inferior iron sword many times, and Cui Bailong and others had personally witnessed the power of this sword.
However, they still had no idea that this time when Fang Yunhan drew his sword, he could still surprise, astonish and shock them, as if they were seeing the work of nature for the first time, splitting mountains thousands of feet high, standing as a pillar in the middle of the stream, and breaking through the waves for thousands of years.
However, they only had time to admire and sigh in their hearts, but the person who faced this sword could only feel the horror of watching the invisible death turn into a vicious beast and pounce on him.
Fang Yunhan's sword was not aimed at Yi Wuqi, but at an inconspicuous man in hemp clothes in the melee.
This man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither handsome nor ugly, and his limbs, facial features, and clothing all had no distinctive features. He had no weapon in his hands, but just moved silently and uncertainly. Even in the midst of a melee, there would always be people who would ignore him.
However, when he faced Fang Yunhan's sword, he was suddenly "blown" up.
It was like a piece of willow catkins, blown by the wind from the sword, floating up from the ground at a distance of four or five meters.
But after he floated up, he no longer looked like a piece of willow catkins, because his speed became incredibly fast, and he seemed to make a turn in mid-air, just like a crossbow arrow that had just been shot from a bowstring, shooting straight towards the platform.
Several people who were originally not far from him suddenly saw a figure disappear, as if they had blurred their vision.
My sight couldn't quite keep up with his movements.
Everyone then realized that this man's lightness skill was probably not inferior to Lu Xiaofeng's.
Not only was his martial arts skills excellent, he was also very good at using hidden weapons, which was even a little scary, because while he flew to dodge, he stretched his arms back and actually hit out a "sky full of stars".
In an instant, the cold fluorescent light seemed to fill the sky, and the silent flying needles carried a terrifying sharp light that was enough to make people feel the pain of being cut into pieces.
Many people present felt as if they were crawling all over their bodies with tens of thousands of ants just by seeing this scene. The fear that surged up in an instant even aroused the urge to vomit.
How should Fang Yunhan deal with such dense and somewhat disgusting flying needles?
The long sword in his hand, which was silently emitting a faint glow, suddenly made a whistling sound like a crane's cry, and the speed at which the sword was swung out was faster than the sharp and clear whistling sound.
When the whistling of the sword reached everyone's ears, the sword in Fang Yunhan's hand shook into a sword flower, and the sword energy was gathered in his hand. The flying needles in the air were like scattered silver whisks, and were suddenly gathered into a bundle and gathered together.
The powerful internal force made all the flying needles stick to the long sword, and the slight shaking of the sword body made all the silver needles rotate around the long sword.
Thousands of tiny silver lights leaped and moved on the three-foot sword, making people dizzy. Then Yun Han behind him swung the sword, and the silver light on the sword was swept away and flew away with the wind.
The man in hemp clothes was almost reaching the platform, and his hand could already touch the edge of the platform.
But suddenly, the sound of falling rain rang in his ears.
It was as if banana leaves were swaying in the breeze and drizzle, and then were pierced by raindrops, breaking the veins, grinding the roots, leaking out all the banana juice, making the leaves full of holes and falling to the ground.
After the dense sound passed, the man had stepped onto the platform as he wished. Then he lowered his head and saw densely packed needle tails on the floor of the platform.
The area three feet in front of him was filled with silver needles, and many of the tilted needle tails had a little red blush on them.
"So this is what it feels like to be pierced by a thousand needles."
This thought popped up in Ge Yi's mind, and then he lost consciousness before the extreme pain came.
His body fell forward and was stabbed by the silver needles again. Blood seemed to overflow from every pore of his body and soon flowed all over the ground.
At this point, what else did some insiders still not understand? Although this person's stature and dress were completely different, he was clearly the barefoot, black-haired, green-skirted Peony Messenger who had gone to assassinate Yi Wuqi .
The person beaten to death by Doctor Wuqi must have been a scapegoat he had prepared long ago.
The real body died at this moment.
Their minds were still in a mess of thoughts, but Fang Yunhan, who had just killed the Peony Messenger with a dazzling sword, had already swept across the entire killing field and climbed onto the high platform.
When Doctor Wuqi witnessed this shocking change, he completely lost the idea of ​​a head-on confrontation.
Although he had never given up studying martial arts and practicing hard for decades, his identity as a miracle doctor meant that he rarely had to fight life-and-death battles with others.
If Yi Wuqi's momentum was enough to overwhelm the enemy, this lack of experience would not be a big deal. But when Fang Yunhan came with his sword, his unparalleled power had already silenced the entire audience. How could he still muster the courage and confidence that he would "win the battle"?
He didn't even have the confidence that he could escape on his own, so he was left with only one option.
Swish!
His hands flew out, leaving behind a shadow. Yi Wuqi attacked Lu Xiaofeng who was close at hand.
Only by taking Lu Xiaofeng, who is poisoned and unable to resist, as a hostage, will there be a chance of escaping from here alive.
It’s a pity that he made another wrong choice.
The moment Fang Yunhan landed on the high platform, he thrust the sword in his right hand downwards, and the tip of the sword pierced into the pool of blood beside the Peony Messenger, staining it with a touch of bright red, and then he swung the sword and slashed out.
laugh!
There was a slight sound in the air.
Doctor Wuqi's eyes bulged out, and when he clasped his hands on Lu Xiaofeng, they had lost all their strength and became more like a caress, at most just a slap in the face.
Lu Xiaofeng widened his eyes, watching the drop of blood shoot into Yi Wuqi's right temple and exit from his left temple.
Without waiting for Yi Wuqi to fall, Fang Yunhan had already left the platform and broke into the shed on the side of the platform. Gui You, who was known as the best swordsmith in the world, was killing everyone inside.
Gui You saw Fang Yunhan barging in and shouted, "Good job ."
The two yin and yang swords in his hands crossed and struck each other, like two small dragons playing in the air. Wherever they passed, whether it was gold, iron or air, they were cut in half.
"You call this a divine sword?"
Fang Yunhan asked sternly, thrusting the iron sword in his hand straight forward.
Gui You was overjoyed upon seeing this, thinking to himself that no matter how much internal force he poured into this inferior iron sword, it would definitely not be able to withstand the sharp edge of his Liang Yi Divine Sword. When the time came, he would cut off the blade, drive straight in, and kill the enemy instantly.
However, when the two swords in his hands crossed, the iron sword that was stabbing straight at him suddenly retracted, and there was no trace of it, as if it disappeared out of thin air, causing Guiyou's double swords to hit nothing.
And when Guiyou's hands swept across the scheduled position of confrontation, his strength weakened slightly, and the moment the two sword blades crossed in front of him, the iron sword suddenly filled Guiyou's field of vision and expanded rapidly.
Ding!
The iron sword pointed at the point where the two yin and yang swords intersected.
The sword energy shot out, and a puff of blood mist exploded from the back of Guiyou's neck. A sound of air leaking came from his throat. His eyes stared at the small hole on the magic sword in his hand. He made a few hoarse sounds, his eyes twitched, and he finally fell down with his eyes open.
The masters of various gangs in the shed watched the man rush in and leave like the wind, and killed the swordsmith who was so rampant with the magic sword in his hand in one encounter.
Fang Yunhan had already returned to the platform carrying Guiyou's body.
Some people in the audience had their eyes open since Fang Yunhan flew out of the tall building. They blinked at this moment and heard a loud shout from the stage.
"The three main culprits have been killed, why don't you drop your swords and surrender!!"
The shout was heard for miles and the loose soil on the high platform shook. Fang Yunhan leaned on his sword and looked around. Seeing that everyone was stunned, he shouted again in a solemn tone.
"Don't drop your sword and surrender!!"
The dust cleared away, and the people near the platform could not stand the sound and stumbled back one after another.
Ding!
After the first person dropped the long sword in his hand when he retreated, the sound of dozens or hundreds of swords falling to the ground was heard one after another.
There were nearly three hundred people in the audience, and at least half of them threw away their swords, including several upright young men.
The few diehards were also put to swords at their necks by those who reacted quickly.
After two shouts, the situation here was decided.
Gah~
The screen on the high platform had just been bumped into by Qiao Shangzhou and the other two, and was now blown away by the loud and strong wind, breaking at the bottom and falling backwards.
As the screen was removed, the sky became bright and the light was shining brightly behind Fang Yunhan.
Everyone in the audience looked up. The man in blue clothes holding a sword on the stage had his clothes rustling, bathed in the light...
Sheath the sword.