Chapter 60: Sword Slays Two Villains! Poison Arts!
Fang Han was secretly shaken.
Even during the Wuliang Sword Sect incident, he had never seen such ghostly light kung fu.
Though not as profound as his Lingbo weibu, this man had refined his art to a high degree—truly extraordinary.
He admitted his own realm in lightness kung fu was inferior.
This man…
Fang Han narrowed his eyes, faintly guessing his identity.
Yun Zhonghe, seeing Fang Han’s handsome face, paused—then broke into a lecherous grin.
Why did he laugh?
Because seeing such a fine-looking young man here, he was now certain that the room inside must contain beauty.
Mocking, he said: “Do you know your Grandpa Yun Zhonghe? If you know my name, then hand over the beauty in that room for me to enjoy! Perhaps I’ll spare your life!”
Having seen Fang Han’s earlier hidden weapon, which had some force but was crude, Yun Zhonghe judged him ordinary.
This young man, being so young, could not possibly have high martial arts.
Thus, Yun Zhonghe felt no fear.
Even as he spoke, Cheng Lingsu and Zhong Ling hurried over.
When Fang Han had abruptly risen and left, they had known something was wrong.
Now they saw him confronting a tall, thin stranger.
Yun Zhonghe’s sharp eyes spotted them instantly—one graceful and refined, the other innocent and lively.
His eyes gleamed, and he let out a delighted cry:
“In the wild woods, such beauty hidden! Wonderful! Wonderful! I, Yun Zhonghe, truly have fortune today! Hahaha!”
And that wasn’t even counting the one in the room.
Just these two alone filled him with joy.
Damn!
All of them were exquisite!
His blood surged with excitement.
But before he could laugh in triumph, his peripheral vision caught something—
That young man’s figure had suddenly vanished.
His heart jumped. He quickly stopped laughing, scanning around nervously.
The next instant—
Clang!
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The longsword swept horizontally, its force like divine will!
It was as if azure light had suddenly burst forth!
Yun Zhonghe’s heart jolted violently in terror. How could he dare to meet it head-on? He hurriedly employed qīnggōng (lightness skill), narrowly and dangerously evading the strike.
At this moment, he realized that he had underestimated his opponent. No longer did he dare harbor the slightest carelessness.
He planned to leap away with qīnggōng
, then slowly find a way to counter.But once the initiative was lost, how could Fang Han—no fool—ever allow him such a chance?
With Lingbo Weibu driving his pursuit, Fang Han’s Sui Feng Jianfa (Sword of Following the Wind) grew ever swifter, pouring forth in an unending storm. His Beiming Zhenqi surged within, urging the sword technique forward. Gradually, the longsword began to emit faint, ethereal sword cries.
Faint and illusory, azure gleam flickering.
Yun Zhonghe’s keen eyes widened, cold sweat running down his back. His heart was seized by horror:
“How can this man’s swordplay be so formidable!?”
What he could not know was that Fang Han’s strength lay not in some profound mastery of swordsmanship, but in his overwhelmingly deep inner force. Every move he made carried with it unmatched might, and combined with his extremely fast sword strikes, it gave the illusion of endless swordplay, sword-light shimmering faintly around him!
Still, Yun Zhonghe’s qīnggōng was truly superb. Dodging more than a dozen sword strikes in succession, he saw danger mounting ever closer. Unable to care about the risk of exhausting himself, he forcibly urged his inner force to push his qīnggōng further, gaining yet more speed. From his waist he drew forth an iron-clawed steel staff and launched his ultimate technique: Crane-Serpent Eight Blows!
“Cloud-Borne Crane!”
“Misty Serpent!”
Like an antelope’s horns dangling upon impossible perches, his weapon intercepted the faintly glowing longsword—yet instantly a small fragment was shorn away!
His heart grew even more fearful. Could that longsword be some sort of divine weapon!?
Such sharpness!
His iron-claw staff was forged of refined steel, incomparably tough, yet it could not withstand!
Still, after two fierce clashes, he managed to block enough to find a narrow opening. With the swiftness of a hawk, Yun Zhonghe leapt clear of Fang Han’s sword-circle, throwing back his head with a great cry:
“Second Sister! Will you watch me die without lifting a hand!? If you ruin Big Brother’s plans, he will never forgive you!”
So it was that Ye Erniang had long been lurking nearby without making a move. But Yun Zhonghe, certain she was hidden there, shouted for aid!
His opponent was far too strong, his qīnggōng no less formidable. In a one-on-one fight, Yun Zhonghe feared he truly would perish!
His only hope was to fight alongside Ye Erniang, united against the enemy.
Hearing Yun Zhonghe’s words, Fang Han’s gaze shifted slightly, glancing subtly toward a certain corner.
So… it was Ye Erniang.
He had already sensed someone hiding there, only uncertain of who. Yun Zhonghe’s outcry made everything clear.
Yes. Another one who deserved death!
In the Jianghu, right and wrong, good and evil were not always so easily judged. But Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang—whichever one was slain, it was a deed of immeasurable merit.
And since they had come to provoke him first, Fang Han would never let them go.
Hidden in the shadows, Ye Erniang nearly cursed aloud at Yun Zhonghe’s cry.
Damn him!
Shouting like that—might as well paint a target on her!
Regret gnawed at her heart.
If she had known earlier, she would never have come chasing after some child!
No child had been found, only a terrifyingly powerful foe stirred up instead.
Yet no matter how deeply she regretted it, Ye Erniang had no choice but to join the battle.
She had observed the fight just now, clear as day. She knew that the man clashing with Yun Zhonghe wielded fearsome skill, likely no weaker than Duan Yanqing himself!
If she did not fight beside Yun Zhonghe, they would surely be defeated one by one.
If Yun Zhonghe fell first, even fleeing would be impossible for her. For qīnggōng, she could not match Yun Zhonghe.
That man was already forcing Yun Zhonghe into such a state—his qīnggōng was extraordinary beyond comparison, far above her own.
If she faced him alone, where would there be any chance to live?
Had Yun Zhonghe not shouted, she might have quietly slipped away. But now…
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