Whom are you guarding against?

The strong wind howled, and a cold light flickered faintly. The black-robed man blocked the sword stabbing at his heart with one claw, while the other was heading straight for Fang Chen's throat.

At this moment, the corner of Fang Chen's mouth suddenly rose, and his eyes were full of anger, as if he didn't care at all that he would be killed by a slit throat.

Just as the claw had already reached Fang Chen's throat, the movement of the black-robed man's hand suddenly stopped. Immediately, he knocked on the sword blade with one claw and quickly retreated. The cold light that had just appeared disappeared instantly.

Swinging several swords in succession, as soon as the sword qi left the body, it instantly turned into countless small sharp swords. Following Fang Chen's movements, they stabbed straight at the black-robed man.

"Ding!" The sound of the collision between the sword blade and the claw rang out one after another. Fang Chen gritted his teeth and suppressed the sweetness surging up in his throat. Casting aside all distractions, completely disregarding whether the black-robed man would hurt him. There was only one thought in his mind, which was to stab the Guiyuan Sword into the black-robed man's heart.

After Fang Chen restrained the black-robed man, the countless small swords transformed by the sword qi also surrounded the black-robed man. In every gap between attacks or defenses, several sharp swords would rush over. Even so, the black-robed man still firmly held the upper hand.

At this time, Fang Chen didn't dare to use the Wind and Cloud Nine Swords at all. Firstly, because the quantity and quality of the profound qi in his body simply couldn't achieve the effect of a one-hit kill. Secondly, the realm gap was too great. Moreover, the pressure given by this black-robed man was even something that a strong person in the Profound Saint Realm couldn't give.

After truly engaging in combat, Fang Chen realized that perhaps his previous speculation about the black-robed man was correct. Every time the black-robed man made a move, he didn't dare to use his full strength. It should be that he was afraid of being counterattacked by the laws of heaven and earth.

Even so, after Wan Yuxuan's consumption, Fang Chen still felt extremely great pressure when facing the black-robed man.

Despite this, Fang Chen was still fearless. Although he was still recovering from his injuries, the black-robed man didn't dare to use his full strength. Then he could regain that wonderful feeling from before through continuous battles and tempering.

At this moment, the black-robed man let out a cold snort. It seemed that his patience had been exhausted. With one claw, he repelled Fang Chen. Without waiting for the faintly visible cold light to come, he swung two claws in a cross. Six streaks of pitch-black dim light darker than the night suddenly appeared. It became longer and more numerous and larger, forming a semicircle centered on himself and shaking out.

"Pfft..." As soon as the cold light touched the dim light, it instantly shattered. Fang Chen felt as if he had been hit by a huge hammer. His mind was dizzy for a moment, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Quickly stabilizing his swaying body and retrieving the scattered shaped sword intent, Fang Chen's expression became colder and colder. Although this black-robed man's strength was suppressed and he didn't dare to use his full strength, this attack he unleashed was far beyond what an ordinary minor consummation Profound King Realm could compare to.

Taking another Guiyuan Pill, a hot current rushed around inside his body. Fang Chen forcibly suppressed the sweetness in his throat. Then blood oozed out from his eyes, nose, and ears.

"Hand over the bead, and I will give you a quick death."

A cold voice came. Fang Chen was stunned. Why did the tone of this black-robed man seem like that of someone who had just learned to speak? And he called himself "this venerable one"? The title of "venerable one" is only eligible to be used after reaching the Saint Venerable Realm. Could it be...

Thinking of this, Fang Chen's mouth curved up, and a fierce fighting spirit burst out in his eyes. "This venerable one? Bah! You're only in the Profound King Realm now. How dare you speak so arrogantly?!"

After saying that, Fang Chen stood up straight, held the Guiyuan Sword horizontally, and pinched his sword finger and brushed it across the sword body. Wherever the finger passed, the cold light suddenly lit up. When the sword finger was put down, the sword body was already covered with a layer of surging cold light.

Covering the sword body with the shaped sword intent can maximize the attack. However, every collision not only causes harm to the body but also to the divine sense. Fang Chen is really going all out!

"Fang Chen, don't be impulsive. I can help you..."

"No need!" Before the spirit of the weapon could finish speaking, Fang Chen coldly interrupted.

The road to being a strong person needs to be taken step by step. If one always relies on external forces, even if one can overcome difficulties, one will eventually lose the heart of a strong person.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I, Fang Chen, will rely on myself to open the door to victory. Looking at Wan Yuxuan lying behind him, Fang Chen moved. The long sword was like a streak of flowing light in the night sky, leaving a string of afterimages and charging forward without hesitation.

They fought again. Every collision between the Guiyuan Sword and the claw would make Fang Chen's entire soul tremble. This is the side effect of covering the sword body with the shaped sword intent, but the effect is also extremely obvious. Originally, the black-robed man didn't dare to use his full strength. Now, he is gradually falling into a disadvantage.

Although Fang Chen's attacks were like a storm, the black-robed man didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. Because he could see that Fang Chen's aura was becoming more and more unstable, his condition was getting worse and worse, and more and more blood was oozing from his seven apertures. He just had to wait. He didn't even need to counterattack deliberately. He just needed to wait until Fang Chen exhausted himself to death.

Fang Chen let out a long howl. Although he realized that going on like this couldn't hurt the black-robed man at all, but currently there was no better way. With each successive exchange, his consciousness gradually began to blur. The injuries on his body were clearly getting more and more serious, but the pain was getting lighter and lighter. His eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties. His vision was getting narrower and smaller...

"Yin!" A sword hum suddenly sounded. Realizing that his condition had reached its limit, Fang Chen swung his sword with all his might and repelled the black-robed man. Staggering back a few steps, the Guiyuan Sword in his hand still pointed straight ahead. His body was still standing straight, but his eyelids were tightly closed.

"Fang Chen! Fang Chen..."

Hearing the anxious voice of the spirit of the weapon, Fang Chen wanted to answer, but he couldn't make a sound. It was as if he had fallen into a darkness and was constantly sinking and falling...

Seeing the black-robed man approaching with a sinister smile, the spirit of the weapon was anxious but could do nothing. Originally, he wanted to control Fang Chen's body. Although his soul hadn't fully recovered yet, it was not impossible to block or even repel the black-robed man in front of him. But who knew that Fang Chen's consciousness was guarded so tightly...

Whom are you guarding against? The spirit of the weapon sighed helplessly. Looking at the black-robed man's claw getting closer and closer, a resolute look flashed in his eyes. Before he could do anything, suddenly, Fang Chen moved!

The Guiyuan Sword in his hand slowly lifted up, drawing a perfect arc. The claw was swung away, and the sword blade going up along with it grew larger and larger in the astonished expression of the black-robed man.

In just an instant, the black-robed man regained his senses and quickly retreated. Even though his speed had reached the limit, the Guiyuan Sword was like a persistent leech. It still managed to cut a bloody mark on his face.

The black-robed man covered his face. Blood was constantly seeping out from between his fingers. His heart couldn't help but feel a burst of fear. If he hadn't retreated quickly, perhaps this eye would be gone.

Thinking of this, the black-robed man looked at Fang Chen, who still had his eyes closed, with uncertainty. Retreat or fight?