Monarch Night

Chapter 1366: Chapter 68: Then I’ll Take 100 Moves from You! [2-in-1!]

A wave of shock coursed through his heart.

He realized instantly that this sword strike was over.

Because, despite being a stealth attack, he still intended to test the opponent’s strength and hadn’t merged power.

The opponent’s strength was too high; unable to gauge their depth, Fang Che dared not go all out.

Immediately, his cultivation circulated actively, protecting his entire body.

The sword light collided with the sword energy.

With a thunderous boom.

Fang Che let out a muffled groan, the unstoppable sword formation was directly halted, and then his whole body was sent flying, soaring twenty zhang away.

Falling powerlessly onto the tree trunk, he then crashed to the ground.

Spiritual water showered down from the tree like heavy rain.

It was the tree he had just transformed with spiritual energy, and An Ruoxing and others lay beneath it.

He had been hacked back to his original spot by a single cut, his muscles and bones feeling shattered, a sweet taste in his throat, followed by a mouthful of fresh blood.

He immediately grabbed a Dan Yun Divine Pill and consumed it.

Then he simply held three pills in his mouth.

The scorching discomfort in his chest and abdomen gradually subsided.

Immediately, he flipped and leaped up.

Looking at the sword in his hand, a small notch had unexpectedly appeared.

Fang Che was shocked.

Opposite him, the gray-clothed man stood motionless, looking at Fang Che with indifferent eyes and lowly said, "One move!"

Fang Che took a deep breath.

Though he still couldn’t fathom the opponent’s depths, the alertness in his heart had risen to the supreme level!

He realized his previous judgment was wrong.

Even if the opponent was only at the Saint Level, they were high-level, perhaps even peak Saint Level.

Today, truly difficult!

The gray-clothed man said indifferently, "Inspector Fang, if your strength is only this, I’m afraid... none of your twenty-seven people will survive today!"

Fang Che dropped his sword onto the ground.

Gripping the sword hilt with his right hand, he leaned forward.

Softly said, "There are still ninety-nine moves!"

As he leaned forward, a powerful momentum erupted abruptly.

The Nether Lord in his hand seemed to be glowing.

Little elves were dancing, fervent, yearning for battle.

The sword light condensed suddenly.

Fang Che unified spirit, energy, and mind; his body moved.

Step by step he advanced, taking seven consecutive steps.

The momentum built up, Heaven and Earth, Sun, Moon, and Star, along with the landscape, seemed to be set in motion by him alone!

The gray-clothed man frowned, surprise mingled with appreciation in his gaze.

Very impressive!

Instantly, Fang Che suddenly struck with his sword.

With the sword in hand, it seemed to rise up like supporting Heaven.

Majestic and mighty, giving a feeling that even if the blue sky were to collapse, he could support it with his sword!

Seamless, without gaps, no one and no self, no heaven and no earth, no life and no death!

Not a single flaw!

The gray-clothed man’s eyes flared with anger!

Damn it, unbelievably it’s not, how is this Old third Feng’s Heaven Supporting Sword!

This kid has learned so much!

But he also understood Fang Che’s intention, the Heaven Supporting Sword is a perfect technique for delaying and entangling.

It can support Heaven; how much more can it withstand formidable enemies?

Yet the Hen Tian Blade consumes too much physical strength and spiritual power, being a reckless killing move; if he uses the Hen Tian Blade, given the opponent’s powerful cultivation, Fang Che wouldn’t last a hundred moves!

The gray-clothed man’s aura erupted fiercely: "Well done!"

The gray-clothed figure floated like a ghost, yet strangely carried a mountainous weight.

Long sword in hand, controlling power, clashing with Fang Che’s Heaven Supporting Sword!

Slap... slap...

The two swords clashed wildly.

From the first strike, the immense power staggered Fang Che, but he followed the stumbling momentum and struck back, blockading the gray-clothed man’s next strike, and seizing the opportunity to counter!

A burst of sword light suddenly appeared, rushing towards the gray-clothed man’s arm.

"Eh?"

The gray-clothed man’s sword flipped, clinking against Fang Che’s sword, under tremendous force, Fang Che couldn’t hold steady, twisting and stumbling, the gray-clothed man’s sword fell directly, mercilessly striking towards Fang Che’s neck.

But Fang Che, amidst this absolute disadvantage, flashed his sword light from below, clashing against the deadly strike, and once more thrust the sword light towards the gray-clothed man’s heart.

Like a flash of brilliance, the target clear!

"Eh!"