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And those warriors who watched the battle were also far away, because they felt that something big would happen next.

Sure enough, when all the masters of the Shangqing Palace were killed by the people in the Demon Gate, a figure suddenly swept in the sky, standing above the Thousand Corpses Ring.

As soon as he appeared, the movements of Ye Xuan and the black-eyed old man instantly stiffened, and their bodies couldn't move, all they could do was blink and speak.

Not only them, but even those Demon Gate masters and tens of thousands of spectators from 10,000 meters away were the same, all of them couldn't move.

The whole world seems to be frozen.

"What's going on, why can't I move?"

"I can't move either, my heart is beating so fast. ”

"Look, there's one more person in the ring!"

Everyone stared at it and found the white-clothed young man who ran out of the ring at an unknown time.

The Rakshasa Gate is all dressed in black, the Green Ghost League is full of green shirts, and the Shangqing Palace is white, but the people in the Shangqing Palace are the only ones left with the black-eyed old man.

This white-clothed young man, holding a folding fan, looked at Ye Xuan with a surprised expression, and muttered to himself: "Ouch, the similarity of blood is so high, tsk, it seems that he is the illegitimate son of someone in a certain clan!"

No one understood his words, and no one knew who he was referring to.

However, Ye Xuan understood that the young man in white was talking about him.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

Ye Xuan's heartbeat at this time was also about to burst, and he felt that he had a wonderful relationship with this young man in white.

"Divine Spirit Realm?"

Ye Xuan said secretly in his heart.

This young man in white can make tens of thousands of people unable to move just by the coercion of his appearance, and his strength is definitely not the spirit realm.

"No, he's not a god realm!"

The voice of the demon lord suddenly sounded in Ye Xuan's mind: "I have once seen a master of the Divine Spirit Realm, and he has not given me such a powerful coercion, let alone made ten thousand people unable to move. This young man in white is a void god realm. ”

What the?

Void God Realm?

Ye Xuan's eyes widened, he had also seen the master of the Divine Spirit Realm, that is, the middle-aged man who killed the injured flying dragon in the Tang Dynasty.

However, now, he actually met a Void God Realm powerhouse, and the other party's age was about the same as him, which made him feel impossible no matter how he thought about it.

But that's right, only the masters of the Void God Realm can shock the tens of thousands of people present with their momentum alone, even the black-eyed old man who has opened up the heavenly veins stands in the air like a sculpture.

At this time, the white-clothed young man suddenly turned his gaze on Ye Xuan's right hand, and said in shock: "Oh, the sword of the Eight Desolation Sword God, I know who you are......"

"Who?"

Ye Xuan's eyes widened.

The Eight Desolation Sword God, is he the master of the Eight Desolation Sword?

"Boy, what's your name?" asked the young man in white with a smile.

"Who are you?"

Ye Xuan subconsciously asked.

"Click!"

However, before his words fell, his mask shattered directly, and then it hurt in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out involuntarily.

The white-clothed young man's face changed and said, "I asked for your name!"

"It's so strong!"

Ye Xuan was stunned, he understood that this young man in white could kill him with just one thought.

Such a person is invincible!

"Boy, don't talk nonsense, he can wipe you out in an instant even if he doesn't make a move!" the demon lord hurriedly reminded.

Although there was a lot of unwillingness and dissatisfaction in his heart, Ye Xuan would not joke with his life, after he silently cursed the young man in white, he said coldly: "Ye Xuan!"

Hearing this name, the young man in white narrowed his eyes, smiled again, and said, "Sure enough, it's you, speaking of which, I'm still your cousin." ”

Cousin?

Ye Xuan's heart trembled.

The Ye family is just that little person, and he knows all his cousins.

However, this white-clothed young man is so powerful, and he knows the Eight Desolation Sword, so he can only be from Ye Xuan's mother's side.

Ye Xuan's mood at this time was already difficult to describe in words, he didn't expect that he would be able to meet someone from his mother's family.

"Who are you?" Ye Xuan asked again.

The young man in white smiled: "Remember, my name is Jiang Tianduan!"

Jiang Tiandu!

Ginger!

This name made Ye Xuan understand that his mother's original surname was Jiang.

However, the next moment, the words of the young man in white were to let him stay.

"Black-eyed old fellow, stab him!" The young man in white suddenly turned his head to look at the black-eyed old man.

What the?

The black-eyed old man didn't dare to interject, and now when he heard this, he was also stunned for a moment, but at this time, he found that his body could move.

There were tens of thousands of people in the air, and only the young man in white could move.

"Yes!"

The black-eyed old man didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly stabbed Ye Xuan's head with a sword.

"......"

Ye Xuan was about to stare out his eyes, what was the situation, his cousin was actually going to kill him?

At this time, he couldn't move, and could only watch as the black-eyed old man's long sword attacked.

He wanted to hide, but he couldn't move, he was already desperate, he didn't expect to die in such a bird place.

He was unwilling!

However, just as the black-eyed old man's long sword was about to pierce Ye Xuan's forehead, the black-eyed old man's body froze again.

Ye Xuan could feel the temperature of the long sword, it was very icy.

"I let you stab him, not his head. The young man in white reminded.

This sentence made Ye Xuan's heart cold, this young man in white didn't want to kill him, but wanted to torture him.

As the words fell, the black-eyed old man's body was able to move again, and then, he stabbed Ye Xuan's abdomen with a sword.

"Shhhh

The long sword entered the flesh, and the sound was very sensitive.

Everyone held their breath, even swallowing carefully.

They don't understand, what's going on?

This white-clothed young man Jiang Tianqian is indeed somewhat similar to this Ye Xuan, and the former is the cousin of Ye Xuan.

However, since they are relatives, why did they let the black-eyed old man stab Ye Xuan?

Although the black-eyed old man didn't understand either, he knew that this young man in white was definitely an idle person, and if he dared to resist, he would die.

"The sound is so good, come again. The young man in white smiled and nodded.

The black-eyed old man drew his sword and stabbed it again.

"Shhhh

Ye Xuan's brows furrowed, he could still bear this pain, after all, it was just a pain, and he would recover immediately.

"Oh, how fast the recovery is?"

The young man in white was a little surprised, he saw that Ye Xuan's wound was recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and then there was not even a scar left.

However, after the black-eyed old man pulled the general out, this wound could not be recovered.

"What, the bloodline of the Sacred Tree of Life has been suppressed......"