Chatper 524 (1/2)

"That didn't kill you!?"

He Xiong was shocked and angry. Since his debut, he has seen countless geniuses, but those people are nothing compared to Yang Xuan.

Not to mention talent and strength, just this unyielding will is beyond the reach of people.

"Come to fight!"

Yang Xuan was like a whale absorbing water, and his breath soared.

This is Yuan Li, hot as fire, fierce and violent, radiating extreme high temperature, the burning void twists.

At this moment, he has lost his qi and blood, and there is not much spiritual power left, but he still has Yuan power.

Before Shizun Feng Qingyang appeared, he couldn't be timid, and he had to fight.

Only in this way, Fang is a martial artist, can he stimulate his potential and cultivate his invincibility.

If he backs down knowing that he is lost, it will be difficult for him to become a great player in the future.

"Woooo."

Yi Xiu'er burst into tears. If Yi Qingwu hadn't stopped her, she would have run over and fought alongside Yang Xuan.

"Cousin!"

"You stay here and I'll help him."

Yi Qingwu bites her silver teeth and prepares to go over, but as soon as she moves, her throat is sweet, and her mouth vomits blood again and again.

She was attacked by He Xiong not long ago. Later, she was injured in a battle with the He brothers. The injury was not serious. Although she had taken a healing elixir just now, it was still difficult to continue the fight.

"Elder Yi just take good care of Xiu'er, you don't need to come here."

At this moment, a loud voice came.

"You can still fight!?"

Yi Qingwu opened her mouth with a look of shock on her face. She found that she couldn't see through Yang Xuan.

This young man's will is too strong, even if he is seriously injured, even if he is facing He Xiong, who is in the eighth heaven of divine power, he is still not afraid, and he will fight to the death with He Xiong.

In Yi Qingwu's impression, Yang Xuan was condescending and open-mouthed, who would have known that this young man still had such a manly side.

"Of course I can fight. For me, the stronger the enemy, the more I have to fight!"

Yang Xuan's voice was full of endless fighting spirit, and he would rather bend than bend.

"Alright, if you die so easily, then it's hard for my brother to die."

He Xiong said fiercely.

Yang Xuan was on guard and did not answer.

At this time, he had long forgotten that the master was Qingyang, and He Xiong was the only one in his eyes.

It has to be said that He Xiong is very strong. Although he only has the cultivation base of the Eighth Heaven of the Divine Power Realm, his strength is comparable to or even surpassed by the powerhouses at the peak of the Divine Power Realm.

Because He Xiong is a ruthless man, he travels all the year round, killing people and stealing goods, making his combat experience far beyond ordinary people.

Yang Xuan knew very well that it would be extremely difficult for him to kill He Xiong!

Even if it is in its peak state, it is difficult to use the unicorn arm to compete with it.

Perhaps, using the purgatory sword to sneak attack can give the opponent a fatal blow.

But the purgatory sword is a half-step artifact of good fortune. Although there are no outsiders present, Yang Xuan is still not ready to use it to be on the safe side.

As for the shadow cloak, it was difficult to support it with Yang Xuan's current mental strength.

If you use it forcefully, the worst result is to overdraw your mental power and faint.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, Yang Xuan took out a sword, a red long sword three feet long.

This was the hardest of the many top-quality spirit swords in his storage ring, and he was going to fight He Xiong with swordsmanship.

"Mayfly shake the tree."

A look of disdain flashed on He Xiong's face, and his figure came out of the sky, not giving Yang Xuan much time to breathe.

Not to mention the strength and talent of this young man, his will is really terrifying, and every second he delays, a crisis will arise in He Xiong's heart.

Yes, crisis!

This crisis is inexplicable, and it stands to reason that with his cultivation, killing Yang Xuan is as easy as the palm of his hand.

But for some reason, he always felt that a sense of crisis was approaching, and he might die at any time.

In addition to being frightened, he decided to get rid of Yang Xuan as soon as possible. As soon as he thought about it, as long as Yang Xuan died, the crisis would be lifted.

The swastika characters appeared in the depths of Yang Xuan's eyes, and the martial arts eyes opened wide. In his eyes, He Xiong suddenly doubled his speed.

However, its speed is still very fast, so fast that he does not have much time to think about how to fight.

"Sword Drawing!"

He didn't think much about it, he swung his sword and slashed, his movements were neat and tidy, nothing fancy, and he used a sword skill that he almost forgot.

With a swoosh, a fierce sword energy pierced through the void, faster than lightning.

This is the profound meaning of the sword-drawing technique, only fast is not broken!

Yang Xuan is extremely talented. Although he has not used this trick for a long time, he has already mastered the profound meaning of this trick, and he can use it at his fingertips.

What's more, he also realized the triple killing sword intent!

In this way, the sword-drawing technique is stimulated, which undoubtedly increases the destructive power of this sword technique by a geometric multiple, which is enough to kill any warrior below the realm of divine power in an instant.

"I didn't expect your kid to have such a powerful sword skill, not to mention the killing sword intent. Unfortunately, the gap between you and me is too great to make up for."

He Xiong's face was full of anger, and he swung the long sword in his hand, and a dazzling light of fire burst out of the air, fighting against the incoming sword energy.

Puff!

The sword qi collapsed, and the sword light was castrated unabated. Like a peerless blade, it slid across Yang Xuan's left shoulder, bringing out a puddle of coquettish blood.

Yang Xuan bared his teeth in pain, and Junxiu's face was a little distorted. He could clearly hear that his left shoulder bone was broken.

It was still time for him to dodge, otherwise the left arm would be gone.

"Yang Xuan!" Yi Xiu'er exclaimed.