The previous Martial Academy, Luojimen, and God Forsaken Continent were all just small fights.

It can be said that there is not a single monk in the entire God Abandonment Continent who has corrected the Eight Classics, and they are all wild people, even if there is a fighting method between monks, they are also like martial artists.

After coming to the Shangxian Continent, due to his own reasons, he came into contact with some small people who were wandering in the outer layer, and it was impossible to say how many magic weapons there were, and how powerful the spells were.

Even if it is to organize a search team to take over the task, it is only a small task that only the scattered team can take, and the person who takes the task with them is also half a pound or two with them, and they are all wandering around in one area, and there are no powerful monks.

Even if they robbed the Chai family's search leader, it was the same, and they belonged to the bottom and most marginal characters in the Chai family.

And this is not the one in front of them, before they came out of the battle, many seniors had already told them that this person was not an ordinary person, and he was much stronger than an ordinary Yuanying monk.

And Xiang Yang and they can't even beat the most basic Yuanying Cultivator, not to mention this person, there is no possibility of winning.

"I'll say it one last time, I'm bound to get the things in the formation, and if I hand them over, I can let you go. The man's gaze swept coldly over the four of them and said firmly.

Xiang Yang's answer was to raise his fist and slam it into the ground, and with a loud bang, the ground exploded, and the crack the width of his palm extended into the distance.

This is the first time Xiang Yang has fought since entering the body training treasure, and she also intends to try what level of her cultivation is.

"You're no match for me. The man's edgeworth dodged easily, and Xiang Yang's attack didn't hurt him at all.

Xiang Yang didn't speak, the phantom spirit stepped up, the phantoms were innumerable, the sound of fist swings kept coming out, countless cracks appeared on the ground, and there was no place to settle down.

Despite this, Xiang Yang didn't even touch a corner of the man's clothes, Xiang Yang stopped attacking, his breathing was still steady, and after such a rough attack, there was nothing unusual in his hands.

"Practicing physical exercises, it's useless to me, since you don't follow, then don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless. The man looked at Xiang Yang and said solemnly.

The man's sword flew into the air, rushed to Xiang Yang in the blink of an eye, the sword under his feet quickly flew into his hand, and a sword was swung out, although Xiang Yang dodged at the first time, he was still swept by the sword qi.

"Click", the sword qi slashed to the ground, and a crack a zhang wide appeared on the ground, and Xiang Yang made a judgment compared to it.

"Split", the man stood the flying sword in front of him, and the long sword was divided into three flying swords, attacking Xiang Yang at different angles, and Xiang Yang didn't have time to dodge at all.

"Xiang Yang!" As soon as the voice of the Phantom Spirit Tree appeared, Xiang Yang knew what it meant.

Starting with a finger, the Phantom Spirit Tree quickly grew larger, enveloping Xiang Yang entirely, and when the flying sword reached his body, Xiang Yang disappeared in place.

The flying swords lost their target, crashed together, and became a mess.

"Collect!" The man stepped on the flying sword and looked around vigilantly, he looked away, too, but all monks, who doesn't have a life-saving means, but how many times can this life-saving means be saved?

"Whew~" A black flame with a big head appeared behind the man, and after the man heard the sound and turned around, it was too late, and the flame attached to the man's right arm.

In the blink of an eye, the clothes turned to ashes, the sound of roasting flesh appeared, the man's expression did not change at all, and he looked at Xiang Yang who appeared afterward, and his sword rose and fell.

"What other tricks, even if you use them, I've been waiting for this day for too long. The man attacked again with his flying sword, as if the broken arm was not his.

It is actually with the left hand, and it seems that the left hand is more skilled than the right hand.

"Keng", Xiang Yang raised his fist against the man's flying sword, and there was a sound of steel colliding with each other, and the fist was only slightly white, without any scars.

"Gym treasures, but it's still not my opponent. The man stated the facts lightly, and his expression did not change at all.

Xiang Yang knew that she hadn't practiced any spells, nor did she have any good magic weapons, and it was only a matter of time before she lost.

However, as long as there is a glimmer of possibility, it is necessary to fight, Xiang Yang knows that the other party's means are more than these, so her fists keep waving, trying to prevent the man from having a chance to make a move.

It's just that it's not a way to go on like this, Xiang Yang's spiritual power is consumed too quickly, and the psychic secret technique comes out, and the surrounding spiritual power is continuously sucked into Xiang Yang's body and enters the meridians.

The man's expressionless face finally changed slightly, "What kind of ability is this?" I wanted to exhaust Xiang Yang's spiritual power and capture it alive, so that I could have an explanation, if it goes on like this, it will only be myself who will die." ”

The man threw his flying sword and leaped forward, away from Xiang Yang's attack, and he had to fight quickly.

"Split", although it is still three swords, it is still the same move, but the inch-long sword on it greatly increases the power of the flying sword.

"Xiangyang, hide. "Even if he dodged to the sun, it was too late, and the Phantom Spirit Tree used its stealth technique again to dodge the catastrophe.

"There is one last ......" The Phantom Spirit Tree's words were not finished, and then the three flying swords attacked again, and Xiang Yang successfully dodged with the help of the Phantom Spirit Tree, but the means of saving his life were exhausted, and the next thing was to rely on Xiang Yang himself.

The phantom spirit tree stopped making a sound, Xiang Yang stared at the man, what followed would be a fierce battle, and for a while the air became thicker, and Xiang Yang felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

However, the other party did not give Xiang Yang too much buffer time, the third sword had already come, Xiang Yang dodged the flying sword, but did not dodge the sword.

"Snort," the sword stabbed into the back, the purple-black blood instantly stained the back, the turban fell off, and the white hair fluttered, under the contrast of purple and black, eye-catching.

"You let us out. Although the three of them were in the phantom space, the situation outside was clearly visible, and when they saw Xiang Yang being stabbed by the other party's sword, they knew that they had no chance.

"Shut up!" Xiang Yang slowly stood up, looking at the man with the same indifference in his eyes.

The fist was attacked again, and the man gave her a hint, and when it hit the man, black appeared on the fist. Flames, flesh fists turned into fists of fire.

The man knew the power of the black flames of the burning sky, so he didn't hit it hard, but quickly dodged it, but the moment he dodged, he hit Xiang Yang's back again with a backhand sword, and the two scars were staggered, and the blood stained the entire back black.

Xiang Yang grabbed the flying sword with his bare hand with his left hand, twisted his body, and swung his right hand hard at the man, the man didn't have the flying sword, and his reaction was not so fast, so that Xiang Yang punched his chest.

"Poof. "All of a sudden, the man suffered internal injuries, the biggest weakness of the cultivator is the body, and Xiang Yang obviously knew this, so he chose the way of injuring the enemy by 1,000 and injuring himself by 800.

A deep wound opened in Xiang Yang's hands, and black blood trickled to the ground.

"Xiang Yang give up, let's hand it over, he will give him whatever he wants. Huo Jianxin couldn't stand it at first, and shouted loudly, these things also belong to Huo Jianxin who has the most right to speak.

She didn't want Xiang Yang to bear these for them anymore, if the master wanted to complain, she would complain about her, it was her own incompetence to hand over the master's things to the other party.

"No, this is what we got in exchange for our lives, unless I die, don't think about it. "Xiangyang never compromises.

"But you're not dead!" said the man, who seemed to be very excited.

On the distorted face, a black sword shadow appeared at the center of the eyebrows, and around the sword shadow, black qi was swirling, "Sword cultivation!

The other party has not done his best, and Xiang Yang has exhausted all his tricks, but he still can't help the other party, watching the sword shadow in the center of the opponent's eyebrows fly out quickly, attached to the flying sword, her fists trembled with fear.

When the sword has a soul, it will be like a finger and kill people invisibly, which is also the terrible thing about sword cultivation.

"Go!" The man did not move like a mountain, and only ordered the flying sword to attack Xiang Yang, he changed his tactics, because Xiang Yang's melee was too powerful, and it was not good for him.

In this short distance, the flying sword increased several times, and in an instant, it flew in front of Xiang Yang's body, piercing through his abdomen, and when Xiang Yang did not react, the attack was over.

Because of the power of the flying sword, he bowed his body slightly, stood still, his head hung down, his hair covered his face, and he couldn't see Xiang Yang's expression clearly.

"Haa......" It seemed that a century had passed, and Xiang Yang, who was in extreme pain, let out a low groan, and slowly knelt on the ground, his mind was blank, and he had long forgotten where he was.

"Xiangyang, please, let us out, we will die together!" Huo Jianxin couldn't stand it, crying and begging.

"Senior!" Dai Luluo stood in front of the Phantom Spirit Tree, drawing his long sword and holding it around his neck, "I know, I can't help you, but do I die here or go out?" ”

"Alas!" With the sigh of the Phantom Spirit Tree, the scene changed, and in the next breath, the three of them were already standing on Xiang Yang's side.

"Ahh

"Xiangyang, Xiangyang, how are you?" Huo Jianxin tried to pick up Xiangyang, but Xiangyang's eyes were already dilated and he couldn't hear any sound.

"Senior, woo, senior, help her, save her. Huo Jianxin took out the spiritual material while trying to plug the hole where the blood gushed in Xiang Yang's abdomen, and the blood on her hand made her hand tremble, and the spiritual material was also stained black.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'll give it to you, I'll give it all to you, just ask you to let us go. Huo Jianxin looked at the two who had been seriously injured in just a few rounds, and shouted in collapse.

Yun Di and the others turned a deaf ear, they hated the person in front of them, hurt Xiangyang so much, and fought with their lives without thinking about the consequences.

"Yun Di! Green Pothos, I told you to stop, do you hear it, Xiang Yang can't do it, do you really want to die?" Huo Jian shouted hysterically, as if to vent the fear in his heart.

"Who are you? Why did you force us here? This formation is just a killing formation, with you having to cultivate, you can't look down on it at all, why don't you let us go?" Yun Di withdrew his sword, but the anger squeezed in his chest could not be calmed down no matter what.

"Leave you alone? haha...... Do you see the tombstone outside the formation? Ten rows and ten columns, a whole hundred people, those are my people, all died because of this formation, I let you go, who will let them go?"

The man cried out in grief, and the flying sword spun around the man because of his master's emotions.