Chapter 1650

There is viscous liquid flowing out of the stone column, and the liquid is dark red, just like a flame.

This is Jiuyang spirit marrow.

Yang Xuan looked at the Nine Yang spirit marrow flowing into the bottle. The Nine Yang spirit marrow was not hot, but warm and cool. Even if you touch it with your hands, you won't be hurt.

Seeing that a bottle of Jiuyang spiritual marrow was about to be filled, Yang Xuan contentedly covered the lid. If he was lucky, this bottle of Jiuyang spiritual marrow was enough for Yang Xuan to refine three Huoshen pills. It will take 100000 years or more for such a heaven and earth treasure to be generated. If it takes more, it will inevitably hurt its vitality and even destroy its foundation, so that it can no longer continue to grow.

Yang Xuan carefully put back the pieces of stone he cut. After making sure that the pieces of stone would not fall, he stood up and was ready to leave.

But when Yang Xuan just turned around, he found a white figure standing in front of him. When he looked at it again, he found that it was a young man, but he was wearing white clothes and shoes, and his skin was very white. Even the long sword in his hand was snow-white. If it weren't for his eyes and hair, it would still be dark, I'm afraid it's hard to find other colors on him for a long time.

"Who are you?" Yang Xuan was startled by him and hurriedly asked. But the man didn't say a word. The weapon in his hand directly came out of the scabbard and swept towards Yang Xuan's throat.

Yang Xuan hurriedly took a step back and asked, "I have no grievances with you. Why do you want to fight me?"

"You moved my things." The man in White's voice was also cold. When he came out of the sword again, he still took Yang Xuan's throat.

Yang Xuan suddenly had a headache. The man in front of him explained that he ran away for his life. It was obvious that the comer was not good.

Yang Xuan's face also immediately sank down and said sternly, "this thing is the creation of heaven and earth. Those who are destined to get it, how can it be regarded as your thing?"

The man in white didn't make a sound. He still responded to Yang Xuan's fierce move. Seeing this, Yang Xuan also knew that if he didn't beat him, he might not be able to speak well.

He no longer made more words and offered his immortal sword. He was very fast and collided with the man in white. The man in white noticed that Yang Xuan's sword speed was faster, and the movement in his hands also became rapid.

The two fought each other hundreds of times in an instant. The sword Qi flew around from the place where they collided. Unexpectedly, it cut off large stones from the mountain wall in the cave.

However, when they made friends, they also avoided the stone pillar behind Yang Xuan. It was a treasure of heaven and earth. If it was destroyed by them, it would be a great sin.

The two fought nonstop for dozens of times. At first, they were evenly matched, but after the fight, the offensive between the two changed back and forth, and they were anxious together.

Yang Xuan immediately felt curious. Although it was very normal to get stuck in the battle, it was only for ordinary people. With the power of the God of war, Yang Xuan could become stronger with the time of the battle, let his power rise and finally crush his opponent.

But the strength of this person in front of him is also constantly improving, and he can always keep at the same level as Yang Xuan.

"Have you practiced any secret method?" Yang Xuan guessed suspiciously in his heart that there were many similar spells in ancient times. Although they could not improve their combat effectiveness like the power of the God of war, they could also improve their strength after being actively urged.

But now, Yang Xuan didn't find any strange change in the momentum of the man in front of him.

Although it was not a long time for them to fight each other in one breath, they both tightened their nerves and fought with their opponents, but they didn't expect to end up in a draw.

Exhausted, the two men stepped back at the same time, gasping for breath, looked up at each other, and asked in unison, "how did you do it?"

"You say it first." Yang Xuan sneered and said to the man. I'm kidding. Now they are enemies rather than friends. How could he simply tell each other his cards.

The young man opposite also sneered and replied, "do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Look at your clothes, it's quite similar." Yang Xuan was amused by the young man's words and subconsciously took over. Sure enough, the young man's expression immediately became angry and glared at Yang Xuan fiercely.

But he didn't know the details of Yang Xuan, and now Yang Xuan and he were exhausted. He didn't have the strength to fight each other in a short time.

Yang Xuan was not afraid of the man in white. Knowing that he didn't have the strength to fight himself now, he simply sat down cross legged and began to adjust his breath.

The man in white snorted coldly and sat down cross legged. However, he seemed to be particularly concerned about the white on his body, so even if he adjusted his breath, he was suspended in the air.

The speed of spiritual power recovery is related to the strength of the monk and the monk's skills. Yang Xuan has the body of yin and Yang. The two skills he cultivates are the top skills, which should be more advantageous. In addition, his two skills have been combined into one, which makes his spiritual power recovery faster.

Just ten minutes later, he only left the last point of spiritual power, and the Qi wheel had recovered. Yang Xuan stood up again and stabbed the man in white opposite with his sword.

What Yang Xuan didn't expect was that the man in white didn't recover his spiritual power slowly. At least now he has combat power and also welcomed Yang Xuan.

The two fought again. In order not to hurt the stone pillar where the Nine Yang spirit marrow was located, they transferred the battle place from the cave to outside the cave and suspended over the magma pool.

The sword Qi flew out of their hands and flew around.

In the battle just now, the two people have touched each other's moves and ways. When they fight again, they will naturally be more violent.

The battle lasted another incense burning time, and they were soon exhausted again. Yang Xuan took the lead in returning to the cave and cross legged to adjust his breath. The man in white was worried that Yang Xuan would escape and followed up.

"In other words, there are not so many Nine Yang spiritual marrow in the stone pillar. I just took a bottle. Why do you bother?" Yang Xuan finally slowed down. He looked at the man in white and said helplessly.

The man in white frowned, looked at Yang Xuan and asked strangely, "didn't you take my fire bracelet?"

"What fire bracelet?" Yang Xuan suddenly felt confused. He looked at the man in white and asked, "I just got here from Shacheng and took a bottle of Jiuyang spirit marrow here. I saw you. As for what fire bracelet, I don't even know what it is. How can I know where it is?"