After the black wind approached, the Zixiao Sword in Yi Xuan's hand swung. A one-foot-long sword qi phantom was attached to the Zixiao Sword, and he had the experience of using the Heavenly Fury, coupled with watching the battle between the five Xuanshi and the Divine Golden Beast, although Yi Xuan was not able to leave the Xuanli Body, there was no problem with the Xuanli Possession.

After the Xuanli was attached, the power of the Zixiao Sword was even stronger, and it was not much better than that of a general eightfold late-stage Xuanshi.

Zi~~~ The black wind and the Zixiao Sword collided, although there was a little obstacle, but the Zixiao Sword still scattered the black wind.

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

The man in the lily coat and the middle-aged man holding a folding fan were shocked when they saw this scene. The middle-aged man holding the folding fan in his hand, although it was not a full blow, but ordinary Yae Xuanshi couldn't catch it at all. What's more, it's a little triple mystery.

"Could it be that he is hiding his cultivation?" thought to the man in the lily coat and the middle-aged man holding a folding fan at the same time.

Yi Xuan's face was expressionless, as if he didn't know how much shock his blow just now had caused to the two men in the cloth.

Looking at Yi Xuan, who was expressionless, the middle-aged man holding a folding fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the secret method of the Heavenly Demon Clan had been opened. Although using the Heavenly Demon Clan's secret method was a big burden for him now, he had to know Yi Xuan's true cultivation.

"What? It's really the Genshi Sanju!" The result made the middle-aged man holding the folding fan in his hand shocked.

"Terran Holy Son! This is a Terran Holy Son who is expected to become a peerless power of the Terran Race in the future!" This news was too terrifying, and it had already disturbed the heart of the middle-aged man holding a folding fan. The more first-order kills the enemy, he is a genius of the Terran race, the more he kills the enemy the third-order, he is the demon of the Terran race, and the more the fifth-order kills the enemy, he is the holy son of the Terran race.

The Holy Son of the Human Race, there are only a few in hundreds of millions of years. Each of them is full of great creation, great luck, and great opportunity. Each of them is like a prince in a country, and his status in the human race is incomparably noble. As soon as they were born, they were destined to be the protagonists of this world. All the other geniuses and demons are destined to be their foils. No one is qualified to be their opponent except the other Sons.

"No! he must not leave here alive, as long as the Holy Son of the Human Race grows up, he will definitely become a big problem for my Heavenly Demon Clan!" The middle-aged man holding the folding fan stared at Yi Xuan with a fierce light.

Seeing the expression of the middle-aged man holding a folding fan, the man in the cloth also confirmed the guess in his heart. Although he was shocked in his heart, he couldn't afford to think about it now.

"Holy Son, please leave quickly! Your surname is more important than anything else!" the man in the cloth shouted at Yi Xuan.

Yi Xuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing why this man in a cloth suddenly called himself the Holy Son. I don't seem to know him, do I? And my name isn't the Son. Yi Xuan pondered in his heart.

Before Yi Xuan could come up with an answer, he heard a middle-aged man holding a folding fan shouting: "Do you want to leave, it's too late! You can stay here today!" A black wind with unparalleled power opened its hideous face towards Yi Xuan.

Yi Xuan didn't dare to be careless, hurriedly put aside what he was thinking, and concentrated on dealing with the crisis in front of him. Yi Xuan's face was serious, and the power of the middle-aged man holding the folding fan had already reached the full force of the Xuanshi in the early stage of the Ninth Fold. With such a powerful mystical technique from a seriously injured body, it can be seen how much the middle-aged man holding a folding fan has to kill Yi Xuan!

Although it can break the black wind in front of it, it can't hurt the middle-aged man holding a folding fan dozens of meters away. At that time, I will definitely not be able to resist when I have lost all my power. Yi Xuan quickly thought of countermeasures in his heart: "There is no way, I can only take a risk!"

The originally one-foot-long sword qi phantom on the Zixiao Sword suddenly skyrocketed, reaching a level of nearly two feet. Yi Xuan's face was expressionless, and the sword intent he had just comprehended was also all instilled into it. As the black wind approached, the Zixiao Sword slammed into each other, and a purple light collided with the black wind.

This was the strongest blow that Yi Xuan could deliver except for the wrath of the sky.

Although the purple light had reached a length of five feet due to the blessing of the sword qi, it was still too weak compared to the black wind in the sky. As soon as the purple light and the black wind touched each other, Yi Xuan felt a strong force coming, as if it was about to crush him.

Yi Xuan stomped his right foot back heavily, resisting the pressure stubbornly. But this pressure was too great, and Yi Xuan's body retreated little by little, leaving a clear plow mark on the ground. Yi Xuan gritted his teeth, and the three major dantians in the sea of qi urged with all his might, desperately making the last effort.

The black wind was constantly chopped by the purple light, and around Yi Xuan, a semicircular circle of light was formed. Outside, the black wind is slowly breaking and dissipating. Inside, there was a faint layer of purple light that was protecting Yi Xuan's body from being injured by the black wind.

"Hold on! Just hold on a little longer!" Beads of sweat continued to flow down Yi Xuan's face. Yi Xuan's eyes widened, obviously reaching the limit. But Yi Xuan still refused to give up, breaking the limit again and again, and creating miracles again and again. The black wind was constantly being chopped up, and the sword qi was constantly being torn and shattered.

The man in the cloth watched quietly, and now he could only pray silently for Yi Xuan in his heart: "Holy Son, you must persevere!" Yi Xuan had already given him too much surprise, and this time, the man in the cloth also hoped that Yi Xuan could surprise him again.

Boom~~~~ The two-foot sword qi wore out, and the purple light dissipated. The unhindered black wind slammed into Yi Xuan at once. Poof, Yi Xuan flew upside down for more than ten meters, and a large mouthful of blood was scattered from the air. collapsed, Yi Xuan fell to the ground and rolled up a cloud of dust.

The middle-aged man holding a folding fan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring closely at the dust. The man in the cloth also looked nervous, and his eyes looked at the dust without blinking.

Ahem!

The sand and dust dissipated, and Yi Xuan coughed slightly. The power of the middle-aged man holding the folding fan has been offset by most of the Zixiao Sword. After receiving this blow, although Yi Xuan was injured, the injury was not serious, and it was still within the acceptable range of Yi Xuan.

Gently wiping the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, Yi Xuan said, "That's it." ”

The man in the lily coat had a happy face, Yi Xuan's strength was too surprising to him, and he was able to resist the full force of the Ninefold Early Stage Xuanshi!

"Holy Son! is definitely the Holy Son of my human race!"

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly, and no one knew better than him the power of his own mysterious skills. Yi Xuan was able to survive under this move, which shows how strong his strength is!

"This son must not be kept!"

Without too many words, Yi Xuan and the middle-aged man holding the folding fan knew that this was a battle of life and death, either you died or I died. A purple light and a black wind flashed, and the two fought together again.

This is an extremely tragic battle, the two of you go back and forth, and every move is life-threatening. The middle-aged man holding a folding fan relied on his profound cultivation, and every attack used Xuanli to leave his body. Dozens of meters away, the middle-aged man holding a folding fan is a fan for this Yi Xuan.

Yi Xuan couldn't leave his body, so he could only use the Xuanli Attachment to block the attacks of the middle-aged man holding the folding fan again and again. Yi Xuan kept using the eight-step chasing wind to get close to the middle-aged man holding the folding fan, but although the eight-step chasing wind was powerful, Yi Xuan only practiced it to the second step, and the speed was still slightly inferior to the middle-aged man holding the folding fan.

Unable to fight in close quarters, Yi Xuan could only be blown away again and again, and stood up again and again. For ordinary Xuanshi, even if he was not killed by these attacks, the Xuantian power in the dantian would have been exhausted long ago. However, in addition to spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yi Xuan's body was actually not seriously injured, and although the Xuan Power in the dantian had consumed a lot, it was still a lot away from exhaustion.

This is because Yi Xuan's cultivation of the "Mixed Yuan Sword Technique" is too perverted, the recovery speed of the three major dantians is extremely amazing, not to mention, the sword technique itself also has a strong healing function! Generally, after Yi Xuan was blown out, by the next time he fought with the middle-aged man holding the folding fan, the injury in his body had already improved by five points.

With the help of these two advantages, although Yi Xuan's strength is not as good as that of a middle-aged man with a folding fan in his hand, he can also remain unkilled in the fight with him.

The middle-aged man holding the folding fan was already a little numb at this time, and every time he thought that Yi Xuan was no longer good, Yi Xuan stood up again. Yi Xuan couldn't be killed no matter how he fought, and it was good that he didn't go crazy when fighting such an enemy.

The battle was still going on, and the middle-aged man holding the folding fan who had already relaxed his mind a little didn't notice that Yi Xuan was getting closer and closer to his position.