Fifty meters!

Forty meters!

Thirty meters!

Yi Xuan held his breath and calculated little by little in his heart.

Twenty meters!

Yi Xuan's heart moved, but then he shook his head again: "Wait, this distance is not very sure." ”

Nineteen meters!

Eighteen meters!

Seventeen meters!

Yi Xuan became more and more cautious, there was only one chance. If he was found by a middle-aged man holding a folding fan, he would never have a chance again.

Sixteen meters!

Fifteen meters!

It's time!Yi Xuan's eyes lit up. This distance is not close or far, and it is the most suitable place for Yi Xuan to display the Heavenly Fury.

At this time, the middle-aged man holding a folding fan finally discovered the problem. The two of them looked at each other, and they were both shocked.

Not good!

The middle-aged man holding the folding fan retreated quickly, but Yi Xuan chased after him quickly.

"This is the only chance, if I miss it, I will never be able to kill him again!" Yi Xuan thought in his heart: "My cultivation is not as good as him after all, if I drag it on, I will only be killed by him!" While the middle-aged man holding the folding fan in his hand was used to attacking from a distance, and his melee combat ability was extremely poor. The two were already very close now, and although he didn't know what means Yi Xuan could kill him, he couldn't take this risk. This is the moment of life and death, and neither of the two can be careless!

After all, the speed of the middle-aged man holding a folding fan was faster than Yi Xuan, and after a while, he distanced himself from Yi Xuan. Looking at the middle-aged man holding a folding fan that was gradually moving away, Yi Xuan's eyes showed a look of despair.

"Is it over? No, I must not give up!" Yi Xuan's eyes were tenacious, and he chased the wind with all his strength in eight steps. Under the threat of life and death, Yi Xuan's comprehension increased rapidly. At this moment, Yi Xuan seemed to be incarnated into a wind. The whole body is light and fluttering, as if there is no trace of weight.

Yi Xuan's consciousness returned to his body, feeling the power of the wind circulating around his entire body, Yi Xuan was slightly stunned, and his hand couldn't help but grasp the wind lightly. Although he couldn't see it, Yi Xuan could feel it, and the wind seemed to be caught in his hand.

"Is this the third step of chasing the wind in eight steps, so powerful!" Yi Xuan muttered.

In the direction of the middle-aged man holding the folding fan retreating, Yi Xuan stepped out lightly. Wow, as if swimming in the wind, the wind is no longer a resistance, but a help.

"What a wonderful feeling!" Yi Xuan said secretly in his heart.

Although Yi Xuan only took a light step, he was already on par with the speed of the middle-aged man holding a folding fan. Yi Xuan's eyes flashed, and he chased the wind with all his might. The two people, who were gradually getting farther apart, gradually leaned together again.

The middle-aged man holding the folding fan didn't know that Yi Xuan's footwork had broken through at this time, he only knew that he and Yi Xuan had been chasing and escaping for a long time.

"Judging by the speed of this Terran Holy Son, I have retreated for so long, and the distance between me and him should have widened. The middle-aged man holding a folding fan thought confidently. He stopped his galloping pace and turned his head slightly. I thought I would see Yi Xuan chasing after him from a distance, but he didn't expect to see a scene that shocked him.

Behind him, Yi Xuan was already less than twenty meters away from him!

"Heavenly Fury!" Yi Xuan jumped high, and the purple light on the Zixiao Sword flickered. Yi Xuan slashed down hard, and the Zixiao Sword let out an earth-shattering sword roar, and a huge purple light shot out. I saw that the purple light was like a swimming dragon, and suddenly rushed towards the middle-aged man holding a folding fan.

The middle-aged man holding the folding fan was shocked, and just wanted to use the secret method to resist. But the speed of the purple light was too fast, and the middle-aged man holding the folding fan had not had time to use it, and the purple light had already come to him.

"No !!"

The middle-aged man holding the folding fan only had time to let out an unwilling roar, and his body was pierced by purple light. After the purple light passed through the body of the middle-aged man holding the folding fan, he continued to fly forward without abating.

Rumble!

The purple light slammed into the stone wall, knocking the stone wall out of a large hole more than ten meters deep. Seeing the destructive power of the purple light, Yi Xuan couldn't help but gasp.

"I'm afraid this power is close to the blow of the Xuanshi powerhouse!"

Yi Xuan thought about it for a while, and he understood why the power of the Heavenly Fury was so powerful this time. Compared with a month ago, his cultivation has improved a lot. Coupled with the improvement brought by the divine light just now, Yi Xuan's current cultivation has now reached the peak of the Xuanshi Triple Peak. It is only one step away from the Xuanshi Quadruple. There is no limit to the wrath of the sky, the higher the cultivation, the stronger the power it can exert.

Yi Xuan sat down cross-legged, and only slightly recovered a little bit of Xuan strength before standing up. Yi Xuan didn't think about the corpse of the middle-aged man holding the folding fan for the first time, but walked towards the place where the man in the cloth was.

Walking in front of the man in the cloth, Yi Xuan bowed his hand slightly: "Senior, I don't know what you said about the life and death of the human race?"

The man in the cloth hurriedly said: "Don't dare, villain Wang Hu, the holy son can call the villain by his name." ”

"Holy Son?" Yi Xuan's face was puzzled. He had heard this Wang Hu say it once just now, Yi Xuan didn't know why Wang Hu was called that, he thought he had heard it wrong.

Wang Hu asked rhetorically, "What's the matter?"

Yi Xuan nodded.

Seeing this, Wang Hu was even more puzzled. The Holy Son is generally a person who has come out of the top super forces in the Xuanyuan Continent, how can he not even know what the Holy Son is in such a big force?

"Could it be that this Holy Son didn't come out of a super power? Otherwise, how could he not even know what the Holy Son meant?" Wang Hu thought for a moment: "However, if it wasn't a super power, how could it be possible to cultivate a figure like the Holy Son who overpowered the world?" Wang Hu was puzzled.

Although he was puzzled, Yi Xuan asked, but Wang Hu had to answer: "Back to the Holy Son, the Holy Son is the honorific title of the person with the highest talent in my Xuanyuan Continent. This represents the top of my Xuanyuan Continent, and it is an existence that is expected to become the peerless power of my human race in the future!" Speaking of this, Wang Hu showed a look of fanaticism.

Yi Xuan couldn't help but be moved when he heard this: "I can't imagine that this Holy Son can mean so much! The Holy Son can become the peerless power of the human race, so can I say that" Thinking of this, even with Yi Xuan's state of mind, his heart couldn't help beating wildly.

The peerless power of the human race, this is not a cat or a dog, it is an existence that will tremble for the entire continent when you stomp your feet! Yi Xuan couldn't help but imagine the scene at that time in his heart. However, Yi Xuan recovered quickly.

"Although the peerless power of the human race is powerful, it is too far away for me now. Yi Xuan shook his head, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Wang Hu had been observing Yi Xuan, and when he saw that Yi Xuan came back to his senses so quickly, Wang Hu secretly praised. Wang Hu asked himself, if it was the first time he heard this, I am afraid that the excitement would subside for a few days.

Wang Hu continued: "If you can kill the enemy by the first order, you are a genius of the human race; if you can kill the enemy by the third order, you are a demon of the human race; if you can kill the enemy by the fifth order, you are the holy son of the human race! The genius of the human race and the demon of the human race, my human race has emerged in an endless stream for countless years, but the holy son of the human race, there are only a few born in the Xuanyuan Continent for hundreds of millions of years!"

Yi Xuan was taken aback, he couldn't imagine that the Holy Sons of the Terran Race would be so rare! There were only so many in the Xuanyuan Continent in hundreds of millions of years! You must know that there were no less than a million Xuanshi in the cultivation world of Mu Yunguo alone. And Mu Yunguo's cultivation realm was only an insignificant corner of the Xuanyuan Continent, whether it was the number of Xuan Scholars or the subtlety of Xuan Law and Xuan Technique, it was far inferior to other places.

"This 'Mixed Yuan Sword Technique' is really powerful, and it can make me the most talented group of people in the Xuanyuan Continent. Yi Xuan was secretly surprised in his heart. Yi Xuan naturally knew that almost half of the reason why he was so powerful was due to the "Mixed Yuan Sword Technique"!

Yi Xuan quickly came back to his senses, although almost half of his strength came from the "Mixed Yuan Sword Technique", Yi Xuan would not be presumptuous. The other half of all these achievements belong to Yi Xuan's countless sweat and even several experiences of life and death.

Yi Xuan shook his head and didn't think about it again. Yi Xuan continued to listen to Wang Hu's introduction to the Holy Son of the Human Race, and as he listened, Yi Xuan's face became a little strange. After Wang Hu finished speaking, Yi Xuan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Everything, but I made it to myself. ”

The fourth change has been made, and the promise of moonlight has been fulfilled. Everyone, let's count the votes~~~~