After the group from the Sword Sect stood firmly beside them, Fang Chen was greatly shocked. He saw that there was a large hole in the front of Zhang Chunyang's clothes, with a black and red fist print in the middle. There were faint traces of blood at the corner of his mouth that had just been wiped away.
Looking one by one, all the peak masters and Li Lanfeng were more or less injured. Among them, Song Huiyang and Wu Qingfeng had to be supported by others to barely stand still.
"Now that things have come to this, as long as you hand over the Returning Yuan Sword, we will leave the Sword Sect immediately." The Black Flame Old Ancestor glanced at the people behind him, his tone slightly weak.
"Yes, as long as you hand over the Returning Yuan Sword, we will leave!"
"Hand over the Returning Yuan Sword!"
"Hand over the Returning Yuan Sword!"
Hearing this and looking over, Fang Chen noticed that at this time, the Black Flame Old Ancestor at the front had an extremely ugly expression. His clothes were tattered. Blood was constantly oozing from his arms and chest. Among the group of people behind him, seven or eight people had already sat cross-legged and were adjusting their breaths and healing.
"Humph!" Yun Feiyang snorted coldly, his eyes filled with rolling anger. "Hand over the Returning Yuan Sword? What do you think my Sword Sect is?!"
"If you don't hand over the Returning Yuan Sword today, this Sword Sect will be nothing!" A contemptuous voice rang out. Immediately, a middle-aged figure from the horizon arrived in an instant and stood beside the Black Flame Old Ancestor.
"Huang Wuji!? Why are you here?" The Black Flame Old Ancestor forced himself to be calm.
"Of course it's for the Returning Yuan Sword." Huang Wuji glanced at the Black Flame Old Ancestor and said in a frivolous tone, "I didn't expect even you, Old Ancestor, to be defeated. Haha."
"Humph!" The Black Flame Old Ancestor snorted coldly and then closed his eyes to rest and didn't speak anymore.
Seeing this, Fang Chen was greatly shocked. Even Huang Wuji had come. Now it's really bad...
In his previous life, Fang Chen knew Huang Wuji not on this Azure Continent but in the Nine Heavens.
At that time, with the help of the Chaotic Heavenly Book, Fang Chen had only barely stepped into the Heavenly Venerable Realm. But Huang Wuji, who didn't know what kind of adventure he had, had actually broken through to the Supreme Venerable Realm.
After Huang Wuji, who had been unknown before, broke through to the Supreme Venerable Realm, he established a fierce reputation among all races with a set of Heaven-Breaking Palm Techniques that he didn't know where he got.
This person is extremely cruel by nature. Anyone who opposes him will be relentlessly pursued by him. Even after being tortured and killed, they will end up with no place to be buried.
Looking at the reaction of the Black Flame Old Ancestor, it was obvious that he was extremely be in awe of Huang Wuji. Now it's troublesome...
"Will you hand over the Returning Yuan Sword now? Or will you hand it over after I destroy the Sword Sect?" Huang Wuji's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter!
Just when Fang Chen was at a loss, Zhang Chunyang glanced at Yun Feiyang subtly and then nodded slightly.
"Humph! Arrogant words! Just by you, you want to destroy my Sword Sect?!" Yun Feiyang shouted coldly.
"Oh?" Huang Wuji slightly frowned and looked at Yun Feiyang. Contemptuously, he said, "A mere ant at the initial stage of the Xuan Emperor Realm. Are you doubting me?"
After saying that, Huang Wuji casually slapped out. Yun Feiyang's expression tightened. He had just raised his long sword, and before he could even defend, he was instantly knocked flying by the incoming palm print.
"Pfft..." While Yun Feiyang was still in the air, a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments spewed out.
Looking at Yun Feiyang flying backward and falling on the cliff side not far behind him. Blood was still continuously gushing out of his mouth. Fang Chen was furious. His eyes stared fixedly at Huang Wuji. If I don't die today, in the future, I will make you pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold!
"Huang Wuji, don't go too far!" Zhang Chunyang shouted angrily. Then he rushed towards Fang Chen rapidly. "Fang Chen, give me the Returning Yuan Sword!"
Fang Chen was stunned. For a pure sword cultivator, the higher the degree of fit between the sword and oneself, the stronger the power that can be exerted. At this time, why would the sect master abandon the Mo Qing Sword and choose to use his own Returning Yuan Sword?
"Attack the sect master!" Just when Fang Chen was puzzled, Yun Feiyang's urgent shout suddenly rang out in his mind.
Why would Master ask me to attack the sect master? Fang Chen was sure that what he had just heard was indeed Yun Feiyang's secret sound transmission. But why?
Seeing that Zhang Chunyang's outstretched right hand was about to grab the Returning Yuan Sword. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Fang Chen's mind. Then he clenched the Returning Yuan Sword and swung it out instantly, stabbing at Zhang Chunyang like lightning...
"Wicked creature!"
Just when Huang Wuji and others were worrying about how to deal with Zhang Chunyang who would get the Returning Yuan Sword later, a loud shout came. The sudden scene in front of them made everyone present stunned...
Fang Chen, who was protected by the people of the Sword Sect at the risk of their lives, actually sneak attacked Zhang Chunyang because he was afraid that his Returning Yuan Sword would be snatched? Is Fang Chen a fool? Even if he succeeds, can he still keep this Returning Yuan Sword? Doesn't he want his life anymore?
While everyone was stunned, Zhang Chunyang, who didn't have time to change his move, immediately bumped into the Returning Yuan Sword stabbed by Fang Chen. The tip of the sword penetrated from the palm of his right hand.