Hao Wujiang glanced at Quan Yufan in front of him, frowned slightly, and did not say a word. It's just that the sword in his hand is full of mist, and it is about to turn into an illusion, his chest is constantly rising and falling, and he takes the initiative to rush towards Quan Yufan with a knife. The two sides of the war were almost full of means, and with Hao Wujiang's attack one after another, the entire field was filled with a shocking white light. As soon as the two came into contact, the colliding spiritual power hurricane left several ravines on the ground.

Yang Qingtian didn't look at the battle between the two, and gently took out a messenger from the bosom of the cultivator's corpse on the ground: "Li Xuan of the other race is not dead. All the people in the southern Xinjiang of the four major sects were brutally killed by him, and I hope that the major sects will inform them and kill the devil!" After speaking, there was a trace of black light condensed in his hand, and the transmission talisman was blazing and burning into powder.

Li Xuan looked at this scene, almost shattering his front teeth, "Yang Qingtian, such a perverse act, do you still have a little bit of humanity!"

Yang Qingtian sneered, slowly twisted his neck, and there was a gurgling sound, the extremely powerful spiritual power in his body gave birth to a trace of control over all living beings in his heart, and said lightly to Li Xuan: "Hand over the Hetu Luo Book, I can leave you a whole corpse." ”

The momentum on Yang Qingtian's body had already climbed to the extreme, and this kind of spiritual power fluctuation was almost no different from that of the Bai Ze King that day! You must know that just the Ten Thousand Sword Sect cultivators who had absorbed the vitality of the divine soul by him had already exceeded twenty!

Li Xuan knew to himself that even if there were ten of them joining forces now, it would be impossible to defeat Yang Qingtian!

Since the cultivator has been in the Divine Movement Realm, there is a world of difference between the spiritual power levels of each small realm, not to mention, now Li Xuan is a whole big realm away from Yang Qingtian. There is no possibility of outwitting this kind of gap, if you encounter it, you can only escape!

The machine spirit of Hetuluoshu is still sleeping, and the small world of Hetuluoshu cannot be entered. Li Xuan paid attention to the two Hao Wujiang in the distance, he knew that if he escaped, not only would Hao Wujiang be completely killed under the siege, but the people in his hometown in front of the entrance would definitely be more than lucky.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Xuan's pupils shrank, and with a violent roar, he turned into a long rainbow, which instantly crossed a distance of dozens of zhang, shot a long shot, and took the initiative to attack! Li Zhu, the king of Xiang, is still not afraid of a battle! In this life, I, Li Xuan, as the little son of the king of Xiang, how can I be a man who is greedy for life and afraid of death!

Under the extreme urging, the heavenly rain array above his head appeared again, and along with the rain, the spiritual power in Li Xuan's body was turbulent, and the vitality of Hetu Luoshu had already burst out, and even at this moment, Li Xuan's sword was wrapped in a trace of heavenly might, and it struck quickly.

Li Xuan's wrist in the air shook again, and a sharp sword light turned into a thunderbolt between heaven and earth, and it bombarded towards Mo Baotian so fiercely!

The soft rain is warm in the world, and a sword points to the sky!

The fourth sword of the Drifting Rain Sword Technique, finally at this moment of extreme crisis, Li Xuan burned his life potential and used it!

With a sword strike, the Heavenly Rain Array was launched again, but the rain curtain in the air slowed down significantly, dense, as thin as a cow's hair, but it was all attached to a sharp sword qi, and it seemed that every raindrop could blow hair and break hair.

I saw Li Xuan, who was in the rain, and the speed of the long sword in his hand suddenly slowed down, but this was not a slowness. It seems that a sword strikes out, briefly affecting the flow of time. Even the cold sword light gradually shrunk, condensed into one point, as thin as a cicada's wings, and the entire sword body became unpretentious, as if only this cold glow was left in the eyes of others.

This was Li Xuan who had stimulated all of his potential, and sent out the most powerful sword in his two lifetimes! The fluttering sword light contained a strong sense of destruction, as if it was a judgment from the God King, and stabbed straight at Yang Qingtian!

When Yang Qingtian saw this sword attacking, there was a trace of surprise in his eyes. He didn't dodge, exhaled lightly, and shook his head.

Li Xuan's sword light was extremely fast, and just as he was about to approach Yang Qingtian, he saw that Yang Qingtian just slowly raised his right hand, clenched his palm into a fist, and swung it at Li Xuan's sword body. This punch seemed to be incomparably bland, but it made Li Xuan feel a hint of death! I saw that the punch wind slowly hit the tip of his sword, blocking the momentum of the sword alive.

Black light radiated from Yang Qingtian's fist, and the condensed death qi was like a match, lingering around his fist.

It seemed that it was only a slight collision, and the cold light on the tip of the Moyang sword full of heavenly power suddenly dissipated!

Li Xuan's body technique was obviously extremely fast, but he could only watch as this punch slammed into the sword body in his hand without any pretense! This is a contradiction between fast and slow, the speed displayed by Yang Qingtian has almost stopped time, this is the power of the law unique to the cultivators of the Divine Martial Realm!

With a "snap", Li Xuan was shocked to find that there was an unstoppable force transmitted from Yang Qingtian's fist. The Moyang Divine Sword in his hand started from the tip of the sword, dissolving and disintegrating inch by inch, gradually decomposing into countless powders, and completely disappearing!

This is the Moyang Sword of Nian Ruoyun! Although the divine sword is spiritless, this sharpness has surpassed the scope of treasures. Could it be that there is such a huge gap between the Divine Martial Realm and the Divine Realm?!

Li Xuan just received the remaining strength, and the whole person flew out upside down at a faster speed, and even the Hetu Luoshu in his body trembled slightly when he was shocked by this. The power of vitality suddenly worked, and Li Xuan in the air was shocked by the strong wind and flew dozens of feet, and in Yang Qingtian's slight surprise, he stopped his regressing body alive. His legs kicked in the air again, and he slammed into him, and Li Xuan had already caught a glimpse of it, and it seemed that he was about to break the ban of the Ancient Moon Secret Realm!

At this moment, he bowed his body and rushed violently, turning into a streamer, and once again met Mo Baotian. Although the sword is broken, I still have the Golden Body Fist of Reincarnation.

"Puff puff" was a thousand punches in an instant, and the tyrannical aura cyclone had all pressed towards Mo Bulao Tian in the field, and even the air around him rolled up with a "woo" sound, a hundred punches entered the reincarnation, and a thousand punches broke through the golden body! A golden light that shook the world and the earth emanated from Li Xuan's fists and rose up in the air!

But at this time, Yang Qingtian just sighed softly, with a sneer on his face, looked at Li Xuan and said softly: "Drifting Rain Sword, you are too weak......"

Li Xuan couldn't help but be shocked, in the face of such an offensive of his own, with such kung fu, Yang Qingtian was still able to speak?

Immediately, what made Li Xuan's heart palpitate was that he only saw Yang Qingtian swing out another punch, the fist was covered with a thick dead qi, and it seemed that the space trembled slightly, catching up with his fist style.

This time there was no sound and no earth-shattering fluctuations. But Li Xuan could clearly perceive the power of Yang Qingtian's blow!

"Pong. ”

Li Xuan's pervasive fist wind dissipated instantly, and only Yang Qingtian's blow was left in front of his eyes. It's just that when this fist was about to hit Li Xuan, Yang Qingtian suddenly withdrew eighty percent of his strength, he didn't want Li Xuan to die like this. Hetuluo book, you must get it yourself!

Then, just this punch that unloaded eighty percent of his strength made Li Xuan's body fall backwards, and both wrists were broken! I only felt that my chest was burning and uncomfortable, and the scene in front of me seemed to be blurred! I vomited blood clots, and my entire left shoulder was extremely seriously injured! From the air, he smashed uncontrollably to the ground, scraped up a burst of turf, and plowed a deep furrow with his back, and his entire body was already drenched in blood, and he fell all the way to the front of the entrance of the Ancient Moon Secret Realm.

In this process, Li Xuan's consciousness was about to fall into chaos and lost the strength to resist again......

"Li Xuan!"

Han Shuangxue hurriedly came to catch Li Xuan's upside-down body, but he also spit out a mouthful of blood in the process.

Yang Qingtian looked over disdainfully from afar, clenched his fist gently, and exclaimed, "You are too weak, poor Drifting Rain Sword ......"