Chapter 807

"His strength seems to be getting stronger again."

Ruoshan looked at the ice dragon broken into frost all over the sky and said something incredible. This is the third time she has fought with Yang Xuan since the border of Wei. And every time they fight, Yang Xuan will bring her a new oppression.

On the other side, Tang long had dissolved the cold breath in his body, but his face was flushed. He rushed towards Yang Xuan, the blue spiritual power on his hands condensed, and countless wind blades hovered back and forth between his fingers.

Yang Xuan was not in a hurry. When he saw Tang Long rushing towards him, he hit Tang Long with a heavy fist.

Those who belonged to Tang Long fought with the disciples who were loyal to guarding the Wanling sect. On the other side, the elder who was slapped into the crowd by Yang Xuan beat Bai Qi with a stick, drove Bai Qi back, and rushed into the evil cultivation crowd brought by Bai Qi from the northern region.

"Old man, if we don't look for you, you'll come to the door and die yourself?"

Yixie Xiu pointed to the elder with a sharp knife in both hands. This man is the first general under Bai Qi. I don't know how many lives a pair of sharp knives have taken. Seeing an old man appear in front of him, he will not be afraid.

"Don't be afraid, elder. Let's help you."

In the Wanling sect, in addition to the big elder, several other powerful elders rushed towards this side when they saw that the big elder was surrounded.

On the other side, Bai Qi was beaten back by the elder with a stick, but he didn't rush towards the elder again. Instead, he prepared the killing move in situ. On the other side, Yang Xuan pressed Tang Long and Ruoshan out of breath while taking advantage of a set of first hand attacks.

"Little bastard, wait for me."

Bai Qi said to Yang Xuan in a dark and cruel face. A dark wind blew, blowing the cloak behind him. At the same time, a burst of red light condensed on his hands.

"Bloody ghost bat." The sharp voice squeezed out from Bai Qi's teeth. The red light on his hands became more and more prosperous. With his voice falling, countless black bats flew out of the red light and rushed towards Yang Xuan.

These bats have red eyes and two slender fangs in their mouths. After the bat landed on Yang Xuan, the fangs in his mouth stabbed Yang Xuan's flesh without hesitation, trying to absorb Yang Xuan's blood.

"Hum, you can drink my blood at will?"

Yang Xuan disdained to smile. One hand was still on the back of Tang Long's neck, which made the people around him dare not act rashly. The other hand was a masterpiece of black light.

"Yin Ling accepts yuan hand."

Yang Xuan's hand shook the void Yingying. The air around him began to squeeze towards the middle after Yang Xuan's hand tightened.

The scope of these air squeeze was controlled by Yang Xuan very subtly, which shrouded the evil cultivation that was still waiting in the air, but on the other side, the battle circle of the elders of Wanling sect led by the great elder was outside this scope.

After absorbing Yang Xuan's blood, the black bat hanging on Yang Xuan exploded on the spot. The raging flame drilled out of their bodies and burned their bodies into a piece of black charcoal. And this is not over yet. The fireball is still suspended in the air of Yang Xuan.

With a wave of Yang Xuan's hand, those fireballs fell towards the evil cultivation crowd under Yang Xuan's control.

Originally, these evil practices were gathered together by the Yin Ling Na Yuan hand. Naturally, they can't avoid these fireballs. The fireballs fell into the crowd and exploded again.

I only heard a "roar", the raging Liyan gushed out of the fireball and wrapped all the evil practices in it.

Under Yang Xuan's Yin Ling Na Yuan's hand, some weak evil practitioners were like a mosquito, which exploded on the spot and turned into a bloody mass. And some strength has reached the fifth realm, so the evil cultivation with stronger body, although it resisted Yang Xuan's Yin Ling Na Yuan hand, it was still added by Liyan and began to struggle.

Just two short moves, Yang Xuan easily resolved a wave of offensive by evil practitioners. But the expression on Yang Xuan's face did not become happy.

There are nearly 3000 people in the Wanling sect. At this time, along with Tang long, there are more than 800 people who have shot at other people in the Wanling sect. Although apart from these people, there are more than 2000 people in the Wanling sect. However, many of those people are those who are strong enough to reach the third realm, and even unskilled in floating flight. Compared with those confidants of Tang long, their combat effectiveness is very different.

And in the middle of the air, in the battle circle headed by the great elder.

There were more than 100 Presbyterians, half of whom returned to the ground to help the people of all souls against the traitors. The remaining 50 people, after Yang Xuan solved a small half of the more than 100 evil practices, only dragged down half of the remaining people.

At this time, standing in front of Yang Xuan were Tang Long and Bai Qi, another evil monk in the sixth realm, and friars at the peak of the fifth realm, such as Ruoshan.

Tang long, who had been caught by Yang Xuan, suddenly hit Yang Xuan on the chest with an elbow. Yang Xuan, who had just played his powerful martial arts twice in a row, had no time to defend. Unexpectedly, Tang Long broke his defense.

A sharp pain came from his side ribs, which made Yang Xuan couldn't help loosening his hand. After breaking away from Yang Xuan's bondage, Tang Long moved his muscles and bones and looked at Yang Xuan with a smile.

"Little rabbit, I said I would make your body a stepping stone on my way to strength."

"You can't think about it."

Yang Xuan felt a burst of pain in his meridians and continuously released powerful martial arts skills. His body still couldn't bear it.

The wooden sword appeared in Yang Xuan's hand. Yang Xuan gritted his teeth to resist the sharp pain from the meridians, and the spiritual power in his body began to speed up the flow.

"Why, I can't fight. Is it like using a sword?"

Tang Long saw Yang Xuan take out a wooden sword and smiled at Yang Xuan, but he became dignified again at the thought of Yang Xuan's strangeness.

At this time, the running speed of spiritual power in Yang Xuan's body has reached the extreme.

"I said, you can't think about it."

The wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand was raised slowly, and there was no spiritual force attached to the wooden sword.

"Seven Star Sword formula - rain sword style."

A few words came out of Yang Xuan's mouth. If it wasn't for the five senses of several people present, even the sound would be drowned by the shouting and shouting around.

The sound fell, and the sword in Yang Xuan's hand moved.

It was different from Yang Xuan's fierce or domineering posture every time he used the sword moves in the seven star sword formula. This time, Yang Xuan's movement was very slow, just like children playing. But if you observe carefully, you can find that Yang Xuan's wrists and arms are shaking. It seems that the wooden sword in his hand weighs more than a thousand kilograms.