Three swords and shields formed an inverted triangle blocking him on three sides, but this was not safe. He moved his hands again, and the three swords and shields began to move again, turning into football suits, shielding him from all around his body.

"Dingding-ding-"

Everyone in the main hall saw that Fang Han was drowned by countless flying swords, some sighed softly, some let out a long breath, and some let out a bad breath!

"It's a pity! Such a genius monk died here!"

"That's right, if these spells he uses can be taught, the strength of our cultivation realm will increase a lot. ”

"Be quiet, you don't want to die?"

Hearing the people next to him talking, there was no joy on the face of the white master. He didn't get any feedback from the flying sword that pierced into the human body, all the feedback was on hard objects!

Thinking of this, he looked solemnly at Fang Han, who was submerged by the flying sword.

Fang Han stabilized his sword and shield and breathed a sigh of relief. This white boss is really difficult to deal with! If it weren't for his quick hands, he might have been forced out of his hole cards.

With so many flying swords, using flames to defend can't be defended at all, Bai Zhangmen is not those disciples of Feiliumen, he controls the flying sword more stable, and will not be deviated from the direction by the impact of flames.

If the sword and shield are not good, he can only use the power of thunder to create a magnetic field around him. Using the power of thunder in front of so many people, he will not have hole cards in the future, so he will not use them unless he has to.

It's just that he can't just defend it now, the so-called long-term defense will be lost, and he needs to fight back. But how can you fight back without using the power of thunder?

Soon Fang Han thought of an idea, he took out a thousand machine swords from the treasure bag with one free hand, "I hope you can help!"

As he spoke, he struggled to control the sword and shield to move forward, staring at the countless flying swords swimming against the current.

"Haha, this bastard is finally dead!" said a disciple of the Feiliumen Sect in a smug manner, "What is the result for you to go crazy? Our head of the sect just used a little trick to clean you up!"

"Of course, the head is the most powerful!" another disciple also patted his ass.

Yu Ming frowned, and shouted softly: "Shut up for me, in front of so many masters, where is your turn to be presumptuous!"

The two Feiliumen disciples retorted in the direction, but saw Yu Mingzhi glaring at them. At this time, they saw that the white master was looking at them with his peripheral vision, squatted down and was startled, and hurriedly controlled his mouth!

Fan Yu looked at Bai Zhangmen with burning eyes, why didn't he stop the attack of the flying sword? After feeling that something was wrong, he hurriedly looked inside the flying sword, only to find that Fang Han's aura had not disappeared, but was moving towards Bai Zhangmen.

He didn't even die?

The strange appearance of the white head also attracted the attention of the head of Xuanyun Temple and Chiyun Mountain.

"Why hasn't Lao Bai stopped attacking?"

"yes!

"What could have gone wrong? Isn't that little monk dead? How could it be—"

"It's possible!"

The two looked at each other, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes. The two of them hurriedly looked at the group of flying swords, and used their divine sense to observe the situation inside through the flying swords.

They felt that Fang Han's sword and shield were not broken, and they were still moving forward slowly.

The White Master knew better than they perceived, but it also made him even more annoyed. "Thousand Heavy Sword" is his most proud spell, he feels that with this skill, it is only possible that he can't beat Fan Yu, and everyone else here can't withstand his attack, and it's not a problem to kill anyone.

However, why didn't it work when he got to Fang Han here?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He pushed his hands again in annoyance, and countless flying swords conjured up in his mana output, and then rushed towards Fang Han at an even faster speed.

Countless flying swords continued to hit Fang Han's sword and shield, striking the sword and shield downward, gradually approaching Fang Han himself.

"What's the matter? Why is the white boss still attacking?" At this time, those masters also noticed that something was wrong, and they all looked sideways.

"I don't know, isn't that man dead?"

"Yes, it's all attacked like this, how can it not be dead. The white master is not whipping corpses, is he?" one of the masters speculated.

"Huh-" Everyone shuddered, this guess was too disgusting.

The disciples of the Feiliumen also stood there with wide eyes. They didn't have that bad taste, and they guessed that Fang Han was not dead at the first time.

"How is this possible! How can he not die in the face of such an attack?"

"yes, it can't be that the white master is teasing us, right?"

Yu Ming's face was gloomy, "How can Master Bai have that leisure? You take a good look, when those flying swords arrived at the place of attack, were they bounced off? That proves that Fang Han's sword and shield have not been broken." Don't forget, he is using the Purple Gold Sword, and the Purple Gold Sword is as powerful as the Green Jade Sword in the master's hand!"

Hearing him say this, everyone suddenly realized. No wonder Fang Han was able to survive! The Purple Gold Sword was indeed much stronger than the ordinary flying sword, if the two swords were slashed against each other, the flying sword without mana protection, taking out 10,000 would not be enough for the Purple Gold Sword to cut.

"It turned out to be relying on the hardness of the Purple Gold Sword, I thought he was very capable!" said a disciple of the Feiliumen with disdain.

The other disciples couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard this, obviously this sentence had convinced them to ignore the ability that Fang Han had shown before.

Yu Ming sighed in his heart and didn't point it out. These short-sighted people are not worthy of communicating with themselves in the future, so they should be treated as disciples of the master!

He looked at the place where the flying sword was attacking with burning eyes, he was wondering if if it was his own, would he be able to do what Fang Han was doing now? The answer he got was no, which made him make up his mind, he must cultivate well in the future, and he must surpass Fang Han.

He was a true disciple of the Flying Swords, how could he be weaker than this monk who came out of nowhere, and this monk was one realm lower than himself.

Fang Han watched as the sword and shield were constantly compressed, and his face changed slightly. He had to make a move, and if he waited a little longer, the purple gold sword would be pressed against him. At that point, their trajectories will be staggered, colliding with each other, and possibly even injuring themselves.

He didn't think that his body could hard-catch the attack of the high-speed spinning purple gold sword, and the spinning purple gold sword was no different from a meat grinder, as long as it hit a little, it might be stirred in.

Thinking of this, he waved his left hand violently, and the purple gold sword that was protecting him violently exploded in all directions, bouncing out all the flying swords around him.

Then he unleashed the Dragon's Breath technique, wrapped his body, made the flames move at high speed, and then rushed towards the flying sword that shot from behind.