Chapter 1197

"What's your weird move? Why can you burn my power?" Yunlong suddenly exclaimed, because when he tried to continue to convey the fighting Qi in his body to his fist, he found that no matter how much spiritual power wrapped his fist, it would be burned out by the flame on Yang Xuan's palm.

In his heart, Yunlong had already lost his confidence in Yang Xuan when he shot just now. On the contrary, he recalled the scene that he was almost stabbed into a horse honeycomb by Yang Xuan's sword Qi when he fought with Yang Xuan last time. His face could not help turning pale, and the idea of begging for mercy came into his heart.

But thousands of disciples of yuntianzong around him were staring at Yunlong, so that Yunlong couldn't speak. He immediately shouted, and the Milky vigorous Qi on his fist gradually became rich. His body leaned forward and planned to fight with Yang Xuan.

But then his movements stopped.

"Now, do you still think you can educate me for my master?" Yang Xuan smiled grimly, and there was a strange posture between them.

Yunlong's fist stayed an inch away from Yang Xuan, but the black dragon horn in Yang Xuan's hand had reacted and hit Yunlong's chest. As long as the cloud dragon is advancing an inch, the black dragon horn will pierce into his body.

Yunlong finally lost his mind under Yang Xuan's provocation and shouted angrily, "I want you to die." Then, his body continued to rush forward, and his fist was close to Yang Xuan's face. As long as this fist falls on Yang Xuan's face door, it can blow Yang Xuan's head out.

The people around could not help shouting, because Yunlong made a bold and decisive decision at this time. Although his body leaned forward, he didn't directly hit Yang Xuan's black dragon horn. Instead, he leaned over and let the sword tip pierce into the flesh, but the angle had tilted.

The black dragon horn left a wound on his chest more than two inches, but because his body was inclined, the tip of the sword could not touch his heart. The next moment, his fist had fallen on Yang Xuan's face.

The Qi force attached to the fist broke out, making Yang Xuan's upper body tilt towards the rear, but the force on the fist was so great that he stepped back two steps and sat on the ground.

The black dragon horn in his hand also clattered and fell to the ground.

"Hoo... Hoo Hoo." Yunlong stood in place, gasping heavily. The wound on his chest was shocking and his flesh and blood turned over. Although Yang Xuan's sword didn't pierce into his heart pulse and let him hold his life, in fact, only he knew that the tip of the sword crossed his heart. If he moved forward a little, his heart pulse would be damaged.

"Now, I won." Yunlong whispered excitedly, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Sitting on the ground, Yang Xuan, who had not moved for a long time, closed his eyes, his face was full of scars, the bridge of his nose was broken, and his nose blood flowed out.

The eyes of the people around him once again fell on Yang Xuan. They wanted to see if the man who once pulled Yunlong down to the edge of life and death could still create miracles this time.

Of course, Yunlong's eyes also fell on Yang Xuan. Suddenly, he picked up the black dragon horn that Yang Xuan fell to the ground and walked towards Yang Xuan.

Behind Yang Xuan, Lingying still looked at Yang Xuan quietly with no fluctuation in her eyes. But at this time, everyone's eyes fell on Yang Xuan and Yunlong, but no one noticed the expression of Lingying.

Yunlong has come to Yang Xuan and raised the black dragon horn in his hand. He is worried that Yang Xuan didn't die under this punch, so he wants to mend the knife.

Suddenly, Yang Xuan, who had been quiet, jumped up from the ground and came to Yunlong's face with lightning speed. One hand had fallen on Yunlong's arm holding the black dragon horn. His palm was strong. The people only heard a "click", and his hand and arm folded into a thrilling angle.

It was another scream. This time, Yunlong didn't have the slightest resistance.

"Go to hell." Yang Xuan whispered and hit Yunlong's chest with a vicious elbow. His chest sank in a moment, and a burst of blood foam came out of his mouth.

Yunlong lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, his eyes full of incredible.

He fell to the ground on his back, and his chest was still in violent ups and downs, but between the ups and downs, he could clearly see that his ribs were slowly propped up again, and in the depression of his chest, there was a rich milky white spiritual power around him.

Yang Xuan looked at Yunlong with awe inspiring eyes and raised his feet. The soles of his feet were aimed at Yunlong's chest and fell down ruthlessly. However, when the soles of his feet fell halfway, he suddenly stopped, then the raised foot suddenly retracted, the toes gently on the ground and retreated several steps.

At the next moment, a white sword spirit flew out of the crowd, quickly swept over the place where Yang Xuan's sole was just now, and hit the ground heavily. The hard iron wood floor was quietly cut off a large area.

Yang Xuan's pupil tightened sharply. If his foot had been retracted slowly just now, his leg had been cut off by this sword Qi. After a little recovery, Yang Xuan saw who was the man who had just waved his sword Qi.

"Young rabbit surnamed Yang, I think you are impatient and dare to come back for a visit." A man in white came out of the crowd, his eyes flushed, his nostrils panting, and he was murderous when he looked at Yang Xuan.

Of course Yang Xuan knows this person. It is Yun Ao, the leader of Yuntian sect. Just before leaving yuntianzong last time, yunao's strength had been sealed by Lingying. The original time limit of the seal was two years, but now it is less than half a year. The seal on Yun Ao has been untied, and his strength is better than half a year ago.

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Yang Xuan looked at Yun AO and frowned strangely. The breath emitted by Yun Ao is very strong, but in this breath, Yang Xuan can vaguely feel a kind of disharmony. This feeling made him unclear, but it was very strange. It seemed that his strength was forced into him. Although it was very similar to his own cultivation skills, there were always some differences.

Yang Xuan only regained his mind at this time. Recalling the breath on Yunlong just now, he suddenly found that Yunlong also gave people this feeling. But Yunlong's strength was too weak, so this sudden feeling was not obvious, and Yang Xuan didn't find it.

However, in Yang Xuan's stunned time, a strong sword spirit has flown to Yang Xuan's face. Yang Xuan's face suddenly changed. Half a year ago, Yang Xuan had fought with Yunlong, and now Yang Xuan's strength has improved, so Yang Xuan's spirit has relaxed a lot.

But now when he recovered, he found that Yang Xuan could not resist the power in the sword Qi.