Chapter 86

"Admit your fate."

Yang Xuan lowered his head, thought for a moment, shook it seriously and said, "what if I don't want to?"

"No? Mole ants like you have no right to choose."

The man in black seemed a little angry and felt that he had been fooled.

He walked over with a big knife in one hand. The red light of the blade seemed to be embedded in the air, becoming more and more distinct.

Yang Xuan frowned tightly, and his mind turned sharply. In his perception, an equally strong aura wave also appeared in the distance.

The huge breath is the same as that of the man in black.

"No, I can only fight with him. Now there is still a glimmer of life. When his companions come, that's the real dead end."

Yang Xuan bit his teeth.

He wanted to wait a little longer to find a way, but there seemed to be no time at this time. These people in black in the third realm were very fast and could arrive here in a few minutes.

Although he has felt the gap between the two sides from the previous collision, he can't care so much at this time.

Looking at the figure of the man in black slowly approaching, Yang Xuan's eyes coagulated, and the immortal sword waved in the air, and a sword spirit flew out.

He was not satisfied. He forced his aura around him, suddenly waved again several times, counted continuously until the blue sword Qi occupied the space in front, and roared towards the man in black.

At the same time, Yang Xuan suddenly soared into the air, a long sword, a little green, like an arrow from the string.

The man in black kept his eyes on himself and locked him. It was almost impossible to escape. It was better to fight.

The dazzling green light poured out, with a little vitality and unlimited killing opportunities.

"Hey, how stubborn."

The man in black sneered, the red light on the broadsword was blooming, the heat wave was rolling, and he chopped down at the sword light.

The green sword light all over the sky dissipated at this moment, and the hot air wave hit Yang Xuan's face in the rear.

He looked very calm, as if he had expected.

Changsheng sword tilted slightly, immediately avoided the big knife, and stabbed it close to the blade like the man in black.

"Jie Jie, has no one told you the gap between the third realm and the second realm?"

The man in black smiled coldly. He didn't mean to avoid at all. Yang Xuan's eyelids jumped, and an unknown feeling rose in his heart. He was preparing to withdraw, but it was a little late.

As soon as the man in black loosened his hand, the big knife immediately separated from him. At the same time, a small object came down from his sleeve and fell steadily into his hand.

Looking closely, it was a silver shield the size of a palm. The front was painted with strange symbols. It was very strange. It was like a tortoise shell used by Jianghu Taoists for divination.

As soon as the small shield appeared, it quickly enlarged in the hands of the man in black, and the blink of an eye became how tall a person was.

The whole body of silver continued to flow under the light, and the symbols on the small shield also enlarged and became clear.

A mini Shield now exudes a powerful spirit.

Yang Xuan didn't have time to stop. Changsheng sword went straight up.

The green point of the sword tip was swallowed by the silver light on the small shield. Yang Xuan only felt that a huge counterattack force spread from the sword body to his hand.

His face showed the color of horror, and his body was about to fly backwards. The man in black sneered again. He saw another black light on his right hand and slapped it on Yang Xuan's chest.

"Poof!"

Yang Xuan suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his spiritual power rioted wildly. His body seemed to be falling apart. He couldn't fly backwards and crashed into a tree.

The big tree that ordinary adults can't hold around was directly broken in two by him.

Yang Xuan's body fell to the ground and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. A black palm print had appeared on the clothes on his chest, and thin strands of black aura overflowed.

The silver shield was taken back by the man in black. He glanced at Yang Xuan faintly, immediately shook his hand and said with a sneer: "what's the taste of this heart eating palm? Hey, I've reminded you. It's really asking for trouble."

With that, he came slowly, picked up the long knife on the ground without lifting it, but dragged it on the ground at will, bringing a long mark on the ground.

Yang Xuan struggled to get up. Another sharp pain came from his chest, which made him sweat. He couldn't help kneeling on one knee and gasping.

The power of this palm was too great, and the black light was a little strange, as if it had injected soul, which made the mobilization of his aura stagnant, and the green light on the commander's sword gradually faded.

The figure of the man in black appeared in front of him, condescending, and the white mask looked more and more terrible.

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Yang Xuan looked at the mask and was about to make a mockery, but his heart beat twice.

It is like a drum beating there, with a loud sound and full of rhythm.

His body was half squatting, and the black palm print on his chest was covered below. No one noticed that there were wisps of black escaping from there.

"Boy, come with us. You'll have face if you can let us dispatch so many people. Hey, hey."

The man in black sneered. He pressed his left hand on Yang Xuan's head and tried to lift him up.

"Huh?"

The eyebrow under his mask suddenly frowned. At this time, Yang Xuan seemed to have lost his power to move, but he didn't shake it just now.

The man in black snorted, and his strength increased a lot. He suddenly mentioned it.

However, his left arm just moved, and a thin white hand came up.

"You! Give it to me! Let go!"

A slightly hoarse voice came out from under his palm. The man in black was surprised. Before he had time to respond, he immediately felt a pain in his hand.

He drank violently, and the fiery red spiritual power immediately gushed out and rushed directly to Yang Xuan's head.

The red spirit force surged away with a strong aggressiveness, constantly invading Yang Xuan's body and trying to control him.

"I call you! Let go!"

Another hoarse voice, a little more angry than before.

Yang Xuan's head slowly lifted up. Rao was in black. His strength was great, but it was difficult to stop it, and even began to tremble slightly.

A touch of scarlet came into his eyes.

Yang Xuan's face became ferocious at the moment, like an evil ghost coming out of hell. His pupils were red, and his eyes still had a touch of scarlet streamer.

"This... What's going on!"

The man in black was surprised. He stepped back and wanted to take his hand back. Instinctively, he wanted to stay away from Yang Xuan first.