Weapon Master

Chapter 384

Chapter 384 - Escape

"Bam!"

In a split-second, Fen Han's fist had smashed onto the sword projection. The instant it let out a sound that seemed to pierce through gold, an even more ferocious and terrifying wave of Strength Qi rippled outwards, and the surrounding red blade light immediately shattered, causing the space to distort even more.

"Aooo!" With a howl of pain, Fen Han's body explosively retreated a few steps. When he looked at his fist, he saw that several scales had split open and fresh blood flowed out.

"Chi!"

The blood flower sword in Tang Huan's hand paused for a moment, then thrusted out again. The angle was extremely tricky, but the sword intent that suffused out was dense and majestic, like a ruler looking down upon the world, making people feel intimidated.

The art of wickedness came from the outside, as well as the will of the Heavens within.

This was the essence of the "Nine Heavens Sword Technique."

The sword thrusted out, and in an instant, it had already strangely appeared in front of Fen Han. Under Tang Huan's urging, practically the entire sword's location, turned into the "Nirvana Sacred Fire". The flame was like a springing fairy, moving with the sword's momentum and emitting a terrifying heat.

"Clang!"

The blood flower sword's momentum was too fast. Fen Han, who was in a state of shock and anger, could not dodge in time and could only raise his arm to block. With the sound of the collision, Fen Han let out a painful groan and immediately stepped back horizontally. The scales on his forearm once again cracked open and strands of blood once again flowed out from the cracks.

"Hmm?"

Tang Huan exclaimed in surprise.

That "Nirvana Sacred Fire" actually did not immediately burn the scales on Fen Han's arm. The Young Master of the Demon Clan is indeed extraordinary.

Tang Huan's movements did not pause at all. Almost at the same instant that Fen Han retreated, he thrusted his sword forward again with a 'shua' sound. The trajectory of the sword tip moving through the air was also extremely strange and tricky.

"Clang!"

Fen Han blocked with his arms once again, but following that, Tang Huan's third strike arrived, followed by the fourth strike, the fifth strike, the sixth strike …

One strike after another flowed like flowing water, without end.

Clang! "Clang …"

In just a short span of one or two breaths, Tang Huan had already thrusted out nine times at an angle that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and the angle of each sword strike was different.

When Fen Hange blocked, he could not help but move horizontally along the sword force.

After blocking Tang Huan's ninth strike, he was still standing in front of Tang Huan. However, behind him was no longer the lying Shan Shan or the clawing "Rainbow Spirit Mouse", but instead, he was jolted awake from his extreme shock and was pouncing towards them.

On the other hand, Tang Huan was already in front of him and Mu Yan.

This also meant that his plan of seizing the unconscious Mu Yan to threaten and threaten him was completely in vain. Not only was his plan a failure, his right palm and his entire left arm were already dripping with blood.

To a Demonified, these scales were the best means of protection, and the arms that were covered in them were equivalent to extremely powerful weapons.

Fen Han had battled against Human Clan's peak of the eighth level many times, but there had never been someone like Tang Huan who had injured his arm to such an extent. Currently, on his left arm, there were only a few pieces of the still undamaged scales, the rest had all been broken by Tang Huan's sharp sword.

Not only that, the flames that constantly lingered within Tang Huan's sword were extremely repulsive as he did not dare let the flames even touch the cracked scales on his arm. He was very clear that once he was touched, the Spiritual Fire's heat would immediately seep into his body, and could even burn, making it impossible for him to resist. The burning of the stage eight bear man was an example of this.

"Chi!"

Subtle sounds tore through the air.

The blood flower sword in Tang Huan's hand shot out once again, the sword tip moving like a spirit serpent, outlining a series of dazzling sword aura, causing people to be dazzled. Just as the sword aura flashed, the wolf howl came out again, and the blood flower sword actually seemed to have transformed into a red wolf.

"Young Lord, be careful!"

Behind Fen Han, a Werewolf of the eighth step that was charging at the very front cried out in shock.

Seeing Tang Huan using such a strange method again, the expressions of all the experts of Demon Clan changed.

At first, they thought that Ying Lie's head had been bitten off by a wolf. However, later on, they discovered that the severed neck section was the same as the killed treeman's; it was extremely smooth. Obviously, it had been cut off by a sharp sword.

Although no one could figure it out, no one would think that the giant red wolf was just a decoration.

"This is …" The beast spirit? "

But Fen Han's mind shook greatly, and his right arm was like a rod as it swept out. However, in the blink of an eye, his facial expression changed drastically. When his unsatisfied scale arm landed on the wolf's head, it actually hit a lump of air. He didn't feel any resistance or impact at all.

"Hu!" With a wave of Fen Han's arm, the giant red wolf's head only fluctuated slightly like a water pattern before it continued to roar and move forward, biting towards his head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Fen Han cried out in shock as the scales on his neck quickly extended upwards.

At almost the same instant that the entire head was covered by the scale armor, the giant red wolf opened its mouth wide and bit down, swallowing Fen Han's dark and gloomy head. But at this moment, thousands of black lights suddenly exploded out from Fen Han's head, like sharp thorns that pierced through the head of the giant wolf one after another.

"Awoo!"

The giant red wolf let out a painful howl and instantly transformed into a ball of red light as it retreated like the tide.

Almost without thinking, he shrunk his neck and threw himself out a few meters to the side. The moment before he landed, he propped himself up on the ground with both his arms, and once again, his body leaped forward a few meters before he rolled away in a sorry state.

"Hmm?"

Tang Huan frowned in surprise.

He originally thought that even if he wasn't able to kill Fen Han with this strike, he would still be able to heavily injure him. He didn't expect that he would actually fail. There seemed to be an incomparably tyrannical and bizarre power within Fen Han's soul. It had suddenly erupted and severely injured the Blood Eye Fire Wolf's soul that was contained within the sword, which allowed Fen Han to escape calamity.

"Kill!" Kill him! "

A dozen meters away, Fen Han glared fiercely at Tang Huan and roared sternly. However, he still had some lingering fear in his heart.

The fight between him and Tang Huan had only been a few breaths of time, but in that instant, he actually smelt the scent of death. If not for the protective barrier his foster father laid on his soul suddenly activating, repelling the beast spirit, he would have been turned into a corpse.

Under his shouts, all the experts of Demon Clan pushed forward, their eyes filled with fear and solemness.

Not only was Fen Han's identity a Young Lord, his strength was second to none among all the Demon Clan in Luo Fu World, yet Tang Huan had forced him into such a state. The many experts from the Demon Clan did not dare to be careless. Even though they had the advantage of numbers, they were still abnormally cautious.