Eternal Life: I hold the door to eternal life

Fang Han complained in his heart: "Damn it, if someone provokes you, you should do it yourself. I'm not your thug, why are you dragging me down? You want me to fight eight people alone... But Fang Qingxue still has something I want. If I don't do what she wants now, let alone get the thing in the future, I'm afraid I won't even be able to enter the Yuhua Sect to practice. Fang Qingxue, this little bitch, is really causing trouble for me!"

Fang Han weighed the pros and cons in his mind, raised his head and took two steps forward, and said proudly: "You have heard it too, I am only one person, and there are eight of you. If you still think it is not enough, you can also count the flat-haired beasts you brought with you."

The eight Taoists all glared at Fang Han, but no one stepped forward. The Taoist who spoke to Fang Qingxue earlier was called Ding Lun, the leader of the eight Yuhua Sect disciples.

Ding Lun said, "Senior Sister Qingxue, you are instigating outsiders to fight to the death with our disciples. Isn't that inappropriate?"

Fang Qingxue said calmly, "As a true disciple of the sect, I have the power of life and death over the outer disciples. The eight of you have angered me, and your fate is certain. Now, in order to train Fang Han, I will give you a chance to live. Either you kill Fang Han, or Fang Han will kill you eight. Today's matter can be put to rest."

After saying that, Fang Qingxue waved her hand casually, and a flash of lightning appeared. A long sword surrounded by lightning was already floating in front of Fang Han.

Fang Qingxue said to Fang Han: "This sword is called the Thunder Sword, and it is a top-grade spiritual weapon. After you sacrifice it with your blood, you can control it with your heart. If you can kill all eight of these people with the sword, the Thunder Sword will be yours."

The magic weapons in the world of immortality are divided into magic weapons, spiritual weapons, treasure weapons, Taoist weapons and immortal weapons. According to the size of power, they are divided into five grades: low, medium, high, extreme and absolute.

Only monks who have reached the realm of magical power can refine magic weapons. After the monks use their magic power to refine some special materials, they are called magic weapons. The power of attacking and killing magic weapons is limited, and the top-grade magic weapons can barely cut gold like iron.

Spiritual weapons are the treasures that the physical realm cultivators dream of. Only those who have reached the fifth level of the magical realm or the heavenly realm can carve large formations on the treasures of heaven and earth, and then go through complex rituals to refine a spiritual weapon.

After the flesh realm cultivators sacrificed their spirit tools with blood, they could control them as if they were using their arms and fingers. It was easy to kill enemies a hundred meters away, and they could also control the spirit tools to carry themselves into the air. Moreover, the spirit tools were extremely powerful, and a low-grade spirit tool could easily destroy a high-grade magic tool.

However, manipulating spiritual tools requires a certain amount of spiritual power from the cultivator. The stronger the spiritual power, the more powerful the spiritual tool can be. On the contrary, the higher the grade of the spiritual tool, the greater its power, but also the higher the spiritual power required.

With Fang Han's current cultivation level of the sixth level of the Qi realm for his physical body, manipulating a top-grade spiritual weapon is like a child swinging a sledgehammer. If he tries to control it with his mental power forcibly, his mental power will collapse before he can use the spiritual weapon to kill someone.

When the eight outer disciples of Yuhua Sect heard that Fang Han was going to fight them with a top-grade spiritual weapon, they all looked at Ding Lun in fear. Ding Lun was also speechless and could not make a decision.

The magic swords they hold are all high-grade or top-grade magic weapons. If they are confronted with top-grade spiritual weapons, they will be cut in half if hit by a single blow.

Fang Qingxue sneered, "Humph! Fang Han is only at the sixth level of Qi realm. In his hands, the top-grade spiritual weapon can only exert the power of a top-grade magic weapon. You are eight against one, and you dare not fight back. Such trash is simply a disgrace to our Yuhua Sect. What's the point of keeping you?"

Seeing Fang Qingxue about to take action, Ding Lun hurriedly said, "Okay, let's try the methods of Sister Fang's people!"

Fang Qingxue snorted coldly, ignored them, and turned to look at Fang Han.

Fang Han had already used blood to refine the Thunder Sword, and was holding the Thunder Sword in his hand, using his mental power to activate the lightning power in the Thunder Sword, causing the lightning arc on the surface of the Thunder Sword to constantly change in size.

This was Fang Han's first real battle after traveling through time, and he was fighting one against eight. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. His only chance of winning now lay in the Thunder Sword, and he was seizing the time to familiarize himself with its characteristics.

However, Fang Qingxue did not give him much time. Just as he had learned a little bit, the eight people led by Ding Lun were forced by Fang Qingxue to set up their battle formation.

Fang Han did not retreat either. He shouted decisively, "Kill!" and rushed towards the eight people with the Lei Jue Sword surrounded by arcs of lightning.

Fang Han rushed towards the eight people with a ruthless look on his face. Before he got close, he turned around fiercely and swung the Thunder Sword towards the eight people. Suddenly, a large arc of lightning was thrown out from the Thunder Sword and shot towards the eight people.

This was a method of attacking the enemy that he thought of when he just became familiar with the Lei Jue Sword. With his mental strength, he was far from being able to control the Lei Jue Sword to kill the enemy from a distance. He could only reveal the lightning power within the Lei Jue Sword on the surface of the Lei Jue Sword.

However, between the gathering and releasing of his mental power, the lightning power exposed outside would completely escape from the Thunder Sword in a very short time. It was during this very short time that he used inertia to throw out the lightning power to achieve the effect of a group attack.

Everyone was a disciple of Yuhua Sect, and they were all knowledgeable people. They knew that the energy emitted from spiritual weapons contained a trace of magic power. If one used the physical realm to resist the lightning arc coming at him, even if he was not injured, he would be immediately numbed by the paralysis effect of the lightning and would be unable to move for a few breaths. Now it was a life-and-death battle, and if he could not move for a few breaths, he might die immediately.

Ding Lun and his eight men were originally standing in a row facing Fang Han, and the lightning arc shot straight towards the center of the eight men. Facing Fang Han's sudden lightning attack, the eight men reacted very quickly. On both sides, two Taoists, one tall and one thin, who were not affected by the lightning arc, rushed towards Fang Han quickly, one on the left and one on the right, while the other six men quickly pulled away to avoid the lightning arc.

Fang Han ignored the two people who were rushing towards him. As soon as the lightning arc was shot out, Fang Han rushed towards the Taoist priest who was in the center of the lightning arc like a wild horse. The tall and thin Taoist priests hurriedly turned around to stop him.

Seeing that the power of the lightning arc was about to dissipate, and the tall and thin Taoists were about to approach, Fang Han suddenly turned and rushed towards the thin Taoist on the right. At this time, the distance between the two was only five or six meters.

After the two men approached each other in an instant, Fang Han's momentum of rushing forward did not decrease. He raised his sword and slashed upward without caring about anything, and then slashed diagonally without looking at the result. He rushed towards the Taoist behind the thin Taoist without stopping.

The thin Taoist was afraid of the power of the Lei Jue Sword, a top-grade spiritual weapon. Seeing the Lei Jue Sword sweeping towards him swiftly, he quickly dodged to the side. However, he was unable to avoid Fang Han's subsequent diagonal slash, so he had to raise the magic sword in his hand to block it.

Although the thin Taoist blocked the attack, his whole body was numbed by the power of thunder and lightning, and it took him several breaths to recover. Looking at the top-grade magic sword in his hand, it had lost its aura, and a large gap was cut by the Thunder Sword. Although it was not broken, it was no different from scrap metal.

The thin Taoist was glad that Fang Han didn't hit him with another sword, but he couldn't help but secretly curse Fang Qingxue for being a traitor. With the sharpness of the Thunder Sword, even if Fang Han's cultivation was not good enough and he couldn't exert one percent of its power, it was not something that the magic sword could easily resist.

Thinking of this, the thin Taoist couldn't help but remind him: "The sharpness of the Thunder Sword is too strong, you can't use it head-on, otherwise the magic weapon in your hand will be damaged!"