Chapter 73

The white light on his hand became more and more brilliant, and finally turned into two white flames, rolling on his hand, but he couldn't feel the slightest heat.

At the edge of the flame, even a faint black awn can be seen.

Liu Xunfei's long hair suddenly scattered behind him. There was no wind, and it fluttered wildly. The majestic aura of heaven and earth gathered rapidly around him and integrated into his body.

At the center of his eyebrows, a strange symbol flickered and loomed.

This is the rune that appeared on Yang Xuan's body before. It looks a little complicated, and there are some rules contained in every stroke.

"Yang Xuan, you are the first person who can force me to use this move."

Liu Xunfei opened his mouth, and his voice was ethereal, as if it came from outside.

At the same time, his momentum was rising rapidly, but the time of breathing was equal to that of Yang Xuan.

Bai Sanzhong's face showed ecstasy.

The situation that he thought he would lose now has reversed, which naturally makes him happy. After all, they can't afford to lose this time.

He turned his head and looked at the owner of the Liu family. He wanted to ask the name of this move, but he found that the face opposite was also full of confusion.

"Brother Liu, don't you know this move?"

Bai Sanzhong asked tentatively, and his eyes wandered between Liu Xunfei and the owner of the Liu family.

"Xunfei has never mentioned this move, but I can feel that it contains a terrible power."

The head of the Liu family frowned tightly, vaguely worried.

His eyes stared at the strange symbol on Liu Xunfei's eyebrows. The more he looked, the more frightened he was. No matter how hard he tried to print the symbol in his mind, he would forget it when he moved his eyes.

There was also Liu Xunfei's state. The speed of spiritual power climbing was so fast that even he was trembling.

Fortunately, this climb did not last long.

"Boom!"

A huge white ripple suddenly rushed out of Liu Xunfei's body, and then spread in all directions. The aura of the whole martial arts competition field was agitated, and the surrounding audience leaned back under the impact.

At this time, Liu Xunfei seemed to be a different person.

His right hand slowly stretched out and raised high.

The aura gathered and went away, cheering and whirling around the hand.

Yang Xuan's eyes suddenly coagulated, his heart felt, and looked up at his sky.

There was nothing there.

"No, I have a strong feeling that there is a terrible thing brewing there!"

In the perception of his heavenly eyes, there seems to be a strange rhythm in the air, which constantly oppresses his nerves, and this feeling is still getting stronger.

"Never let him do it!"

Yang Xuan bit his teeth and shook his body. The whole person suddenly blurred and leaned over quickly with the help of the smoke step. In his hand, the green light on the immortal sword no longer shines, but condenses inward, leaving only a little emerald green awn on the tip of the sword.

The sharp smell filled the audience. Just looking at the green awn, it gave people a feeling that the skin was about to be torn.

The aura in Yang Xuan's body gathered frantically, and the feeling of panic in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"You can't delay any more. Go!"

He gave a violent drink and threw the immortal sword out.

That little green awn was in front, flying rapidly, and even the air seemed to be cut apart without making a sound.

This is a sword.

But with an arrow!

"Yang Xuan! You can't stop me!"

Liu Xunfei looked crazy, and the hair behind him became more and more scattered. It seemed that each one was covered by white light and fluttered straight up.

Looking at the fast coming immortal sword, he leaned slightly, clenched his fist with his left hand and went straight out under the white light like flame.

The green light points on the white light.

A cyclone formed at the place of contact in the twinkling of an eye, and then burst away.

"Ah!"

Liu Xunfei roared and constantly injected his aura into the white light, while the rune in the center of his eyebrow slowly faded down, even spilled a little bright red.

"I'll kill you!"

After squeezing this sentence out of his teeth, he tried to press his right hand down in the air. The white light on it was intertwined, and the symbol appeared again in the palm of his hand.

However, this hand was only pressed half, and his left hand could not bear the power of the green awn, and was suddenly bounced aside by the afterwave of power.

The immortal sword was castrated and stabbed at his chest.

"Seek to fly!"

The head of the Liu family opened his eyes angrily, and the whole person immediately flew up and rushed out with the majestic aura and murderous spirit.

However, people are at the end of the world, and the sword is close at hand.

When he first entered the competition field, the green light was already reflected on Liu Xunfei's face.

"Don't blame me."

Yang Xuan stood quietly in the same place. He didn't even care about the terrible smell from above his head. He just said with a serious face.

He didn't kill his heart, but Liu Xunfei's heart was too heavy.

He didn't want to give up, so he had this scene.

Outside, there were a lot of startling voices.

Just when everyone thought Liu Xunfei would die, a terrible pressure suddenly swept the audience.

The pressure was so sudden that everyone in the field was almost unprepared. For a time, he was almost out of breath.

So is the owner of the Liu family.

His body, which was still moving fast, suddenly stopped, his face was full of fear, and his shoulders were shaking.

Everyone's movements stopped.

So is Yang Xuan's immortal sword.

The green awn at the tip of the sword slowly lost its luster, and the whole sword stagnated in front of Liu Xunfei. It was difficult to go further under this huge pressure.

Yang Xuan turned his head hard and looked at the high altitude in the distance. There was the direction of the Liu family.

I don't know when many clouds appeared in the blue sky, but it was dark, and even the sun was blocked.

A figure floats there quietly.

"Who is that?"

He was surprised that the pressure around him obviously came from that place. At such a distance, it could have such a great impact on him.

Most importantly, even his immortal sword was stopped.

The figure seemed to feel Yang Xuan's eyes and glanced here.

For a moment, Yang Xuan only felt that the air around him had become viscous, and he himself had become infinitely small.

A sense of fear arises spontaneously.

Fortunately, the man didn't pay too much attention to him. He just looked at him and looked away.

He moved.

The figure turned into a blue streamer, but the blink of an eye fell on the martial arts field, floating quietly about a foot away from the ground.