In the sky, ravaged by a storm of spiritual energy, the battle between Fang Xian and Dao Keming had reached its climax. Their figures appeared and disappeared amidst the clouds, each clash of spiritual energy causing the heavens and earth to tremble.
The two exchanged blows, neither giving an inch, their clothes soaked with sweat, yet their eyes grew ever more resolute and fervent, both seeking the final victory in this battle.
Just as the two were preparing for their second round, two dazzling streaks of light suddenly streaked across the sky, hurtling towards them like shooting stars.
The light dissipated, revealing two exquisitely beautiful women, both radiating the aura of saints.
Fang Xian, curious, used his "Eye of Insight" to investigate.
[Name: Wu Yuanyuan
Age: 5278
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: 98
Figure: 98
Height: 168 cm
Character: Perfect
Affection: 0]
Sister Wu Yuanyuan is tall and slender, with a graceful figure, exuding an ethereal charm in every movement.
Her face is like a meticulously sculpted jade, her skin delicate and fair, radiating a soft glow, seemingly fragile enough to break at a touch.
Her eyes are like deep, dark pools, profound and captivating.
Her delicate nose is straight and elegant, adding a touch of three-dimensionality to her face.
Her naturally red lips, with their slightly upturned corners, carry an innate arrogance, yet remain undeniably alluring.
[Name: Wu Qianqian
Age: 5277
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: 98
Figure: 98
Height: 168 cm
Character: Perfect
Affection: 0]
Standing beside her older sister, Wu Qianqian was equally breathtakingly beautiful.
Her face possessed a playful and lively quality, her cheeks slightly flushed, delicate and alluring.
Her large eyes were like clear spring water, bright and lively, sparkling with a vibrant light, sometimes curiously observing everything around her, sometimes revealing a firm determination.
Her nose was small and delicate, her lips as red as cherries, and when she smiled, a pair of shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, making her extremely sweet and lovely.
Unlike her sister, the younger sister's hair was styled in a high bun, with a few strands falling beside her fair cheeks, making her even more charming and captivating.
A jade hairpin, carved with a lifelike phoenix, adorned her hair.
She wore a pale pink silk dress, embroidered with blooming flowers, each one delicate and vibrant, seemingly exuding fragrance.
These two women, one noble and elegant like the cool moonlight; the other sweet and lovely like the bright spring sunshine.
Standing side by side, they were like celestial beings descended to earth, yet possessed the unique majesty and aura of saints, making one hesitant to look directly at them, yet unable to resist turning their gaze.
"Sister, it's him, Fang Xian from the Great Thousand Worlds."
The younger sister, Wu Qianqian, spoke first, her voice clear yet carrying an undeniable ruthlessness.
"How dare he act so recklessly in our world! Today, we will not let him leave alive."
The elder sister nodded slightly, her gaze sharp as lightning, fixed on Fang Xian.
"No matter your strength, trespassing into our world is a dead end. Your sparring with him ends here."
Seeing this, Dao Keming frowned slightly, took a few steps back, and temporarily distanced himself from Fang Xian. He looked at the two women and said,
"My two fairies, this is just a friendly spar between him and me. There's no malice intended. Why interfere?"
The elder sister, Wu Yuanyuan, sneered, "Dao Keming, you're too naive. He comes from the Great Thousand Worlds. You still have the mind to spar with him?"
"This is an extraterrestrial war. We must win."
Fang Xian, upon hearing this, remained calm, a slight smile of disdain playing on his lips.
"You two think you can kill me? I'm not afraid of you."
His voice was firm and confident, clearly echoing through the swirling spiritual energy of the sky, carrying an innate domineering aura.
The younger sister, Wu Qianqian, was enraged by Fang Xian's words. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her hands rapidly formed hand seals, her spiritual energy erupting instantly.
Countless icy blue ice cones condensed before her, each radiating a bone-chilling cold.
With a sharp cry, ice spikes rained down on Fang Xian, their speed so fast it was impossible to even blink.
Fang Xian's eyes narrowed. Chaotic power surged from his body, forming a black shield that tightly protected him.
The ice spikes struck the shield, clanging and scattering countless ice crystals, but they couldn't penetrate it even slightly.
Seeing her sister's attack fail, Wu Yuanyuan, his older sister, joined the battle.
Her hands moved swiftly, instantly distorting the surrounding space. Countless golden threads shot from her hands, coiling towards Fang Xian like nimble snakes.
Wherever the threads touched, space seemed to be sliced into countless fragments, revealing a dark void.
Fang Xian's figure flashed, weaving through the golden threads like a ghost.
His Wuji Twin Swords danced rapidly, unleashing streaks of black sword energy that severed the approaching threads one by one.
Simultaneously, he lightly touched the ground with his feet, charging towards the two women. Chaotic power formed a black dragon behind him, roaring as it pounced on the enemy.
Seeing this, his younger sister, Wu Qianqian, quickly formed another hand seal. A massive ice shield appeared before her, its surface covered in mysterious runes, radiating a powerful defensive aura.
Fang Xian's attack struck the ice shield with a deafening roar. The powerful impact caused the shield to shake violently, and the surrounding air vibrated.
Taking advantage of Fang Xian's attack being hampered, the older sister clasped her hands together, chanting incantations.
Suddenly, a massive golden magic circle appeared in the sky, shimmering with mysterious light. A powerful suction force emanated from it, as if trying to pull Fang Xian into an endless abyss.
Fang Xian felt a powerful pulling force; his body involuntarily moved closer to the magic circle.
He gritted his teeth, channeling his chaotic power to its limit. The two swords of limitless power spun wildly in his hands, forming a massive chaotic vortex that resisted the suction force of the golden magic array.
The others watching were stunned by the battle before them. They had never witnessed such intense combat; every move contained world-destroying power.
Dao Keming was secretly amazed. He knew that today's battle would be a fight to the death.
As the battle continued, Fang Xian gradually realized that the two women's coordination was extremely seamless. Their attacks echoed each other, making it difficult for him to defend.
But he showed no sign of backing down; instead, it fueled his fighting spirit.
He took a deep breath, releasing all the chaotic power within him, causing the runes on the Wuji Twin Swords to shine brightly.
"Since you're so reckless, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Fang Xian roared, violently swinging the Wuji Twin Swords. Two black sword energies, like two giant black dragons, lunged towards the two women.
Where the sword energies passed, space was completely torn apart, revealing endless darkness.
Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian's expressions changed drastically upon seeing this.
They hurriedly joined forces, forming a massive spiritual energy shield to protect themselves.
The sword energies struck the shield, producing a deafening roar. The shield instantly cracked countless times, on the verge of shattering.
Just then, Dao Keming, who had been observing the battle, suddenly moved.
He didn't want the fight to spiral out of control, and he didn't want to see Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian injured.
"Fang Xian, you can't hurt them."
Dao Keming's staff shone brightly, a golden beam shooting towards Fang Xian in an attempt to stop his attack.
Fang Xian felt the attack from behind and had to divert some of his strength to defend against Dao Keming's attack.
He turned, wielding the Wuji Twin Swords, deflecting Dao Keming's attack.
But in that instant, Wu Yuanyuan and Wu Qianqian seized the opportunity and launched another attack.
Countless ice spikes and golden threads shot towards Fang Xian again, trapping him in a three-pronged attack.
He coldly stared at Dao Keming, Wu Yuanyuan, and Wu Qianqian, showing no fear.
"One against three saints? Interesting."
"Then come at us all at once."