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"Old thing, if you stab down with this sword, even the Emperor will not be able to save you …"

Along with this voice that was as cold as ice, a bone-piercing cold wind blew. The instant the sharp longsword in Jiang Yinghou's hand cut through Li Chunyang's clothes and was about to pierce into his body, a palm wrapped in black flames shot out like lightning and firmly grabbed onto the iron sword.

A tall and slender figure with an endless ice-cold aura was standing in front of Li Chunyang, blocking his way. When this figure appeared in his line of sight, Li Chunyang was stunned.

Sword Qi Rushing Thunder Palm!

"Humph!"

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. He snorted coldly. The black demonic flame on his fist burned wildly. He didn't even think before furiously smashing his palm towards Jiang Yinghou.

Dragon Rage!

"Bam!"

"Puchi …"

In the next moment, Ye Xuan's fist collided with Jiang Yinghou's palm, and a muffled sound of collision echoed out.

Terrifying energy spread out from Ye Xuan's fist like shocking waves, completely dispersing the sword qi that revolved around Jiang Yinghou's palm. At the same time, it ruthlessly rushed into his body, causing his expression to greatly change. His mouth sprayed out a mouthful of bright red blood, and his entire body was blasted away like a cannonball.

"Tap, tap, tap …"

Jiang Yinghou retreated dozens of steps and glided along the beach for about ten meters before he finally stabilized his body. He raised his head to look at Ye Xuan, who stood upright in front of Li Chunyang, and frowned deeply. His eyes were filled with undisguised seriousness and extreme shock.

He didn't think that Ye Xuan would be able to injure him with a single punch.

It had to be known that a few days ago, with this guy's strength, it was impossible to do it.

Jiang Zhu Yuan's gaze turned cold as he looked at Ye Xuan with a trace of astonishment and seriousness.

Back then, he had sparred with Ye Xuan at the Modern House. If it wasn't for the Tyrant Dragon King Hammer's sudden attack, that brat would've definitely been severely injured by him.

Jiang Yinghou was the fourth elder of the Unparalleled Sword Sect, while he, Jiang Zhu Yuan, was the fifth elder. That Jiang Yinghou's strength was a bit stronger than his own.

It was rumored that this guy had been cultivating in the Modern House for the past few days. Could it be that in just a few days, this guy's strength had improved by leaps and bounds?

At this moment, Jiang Zhu Yuan and Jiang Ying Hou looked at each other and exchanged a look. The same thought flashed across their minds.

"Take this healing pill!"

After forcing Jiang Yingming back with a punch, Ye Xuan turned around to look at the wounded and bloody Li Chunyang. He frowned as he took out a jade bottle from his pocket and passed it over to Li Chunyang. At the same time, he held the Crossing Disaster Gold Needle in his hand.

Only after doing all of this did Ye Xuan turn around and gaze at the serious and unsightly Jiang Yinghou and Jiang Zhu Yuan. The killing intent in his eyes was extremely dense, and the rage within his body was burning fiercely as he said with a bone chilling voice, "Today, both of you will die. No one will be able to save you!"

Ye Xuan's tone was filled with determination!

Not only was Li Chunyang a subordinate that he admired and valued, he was also a friend of Ye Xuan.

But now, he was actually beaten to such a state by the two old fellows from the Unparalleled Sword Sect. If he hadn't arrived in time, Li Chunyang would have perished long ago. How could Ye Xuan not be furious?

A violent killing intent unreservedly spread out from his body like a surging wave. The devilish flames that burned the heavens and the earth condensed on the surface of his body to form an exquisite magic armor, causing Ye Xuan's aura to flourish even more.

The wrath of the Demon Lord was about to descend!

"Little bastard, you are truly arrogant when you speak. Do you really think you have the ability to kill the two of us?"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, an intense light flickered in Jiang Zhu Yuan's and Jiang Yingwu's eyes. They sinisterly stared at Ye Xuan as they spoke in cold, eerie voices.

"Today, I shall let this little bastard broaden his horizons, and let you experience the power of our Unparalleled Sword Art!"

The instant Jiang Zhu Yuan and Jiang Yingwu finished their words, a burst of force exploded beneath their feet. Their bodies actually split into three, and turned into six rays of light that attacked Ye Xuan from left and right, carrying an intense intent to kill.

Boundless sword qi whistled in all directions. The sharp longsword reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight, making it hard for people to open their eyes.

"Young Master Xuan, be careful, their sword techniques …"

He knew that Jiang Zhu Yuan and Jiang Yingwu were using the secret techniques of the Unparalleled Sword Sect, and he was unable to differentiate the truth from the real situation, thus the killing power was extremely strong and difficult to resist, causing him to be unable to resist as he warned Ye Xuan.

"No worries!"

However, before Li Chunyang could finish speaking, Ye Xuan's indifferent voice interrupted him.

This Jiang Zhu Yuan and Jiang Ying Hou's sword techniques were indeed strange and difficult to deal with, but he did not put them in his eyes at all.

"Shua!"

With a thought from Ye Xuan, he beckoned with both of his hands, causing the black and white Black Tortoise to appear within them. This caused his entire demeanor to become even colder and more merciless.

"Swish …"

The instant Jiang Yingwu and Jiang Qiuyuan charged over, a cold light flashed within Ye Xuan's eyes. Wind rose and clouds surged beneath his feet as he fiercely charged forward like a black and white profound light, flashing past the six rays of light that were charging over like lightning.

The sound of the Black Tortoise and the longsword clashing together rang out.

Jiang Yingwu, who was originally charging towards Ye Xuan, froze silently as he violently trembled.

Their avatars disappeared without a trace, leaving only their original bodies frozen in place, holding their swords.

"Kacha …."

In the next moment, the sound of the sword breaking was heard.