Looking at the green-shirted figure standing in the sky, Xiao Han raised the corners of his mouth slightly, moved slightly, and appeared in front of Xiao Xuan,
"Congratulations to our ancestors for reshaping the body!"
Xiao Xuan smiled indifferently, twisted his shoulders, and said: "I have been a body with a broken soul for so many years, and now I suddenly have a body, I am a little unskilled."
Feeling Xiao Xuan's vast aura escaping invisibly, Xiao Han was also happy to see that he was hunting, and took the initiative to suggest:
"Why don't you, this junior, accompany your ancestors through a few moves to get familiar with the new body?"
Today, Xiao Xuan has just gained a body and has not fully mastered his strength. He has only recovered the strength of the Nine-Star Fighting Saint mid-stage. The two are almost the same, and they can be considered evenly matched in a fight.
Xiao Xuan also did not refuse Xiao Han's suggestion. There were very few people at his level who could compete with him. How could he miss this God-given opportunity?
"Then let me see the strength of my descendants of the Xiao clan after a thousand years!"
Xiao Han waved his sleeves and the space suddenly distorted, forming a closed sphere with a diameter of several thousand feet, covering the two of them.
Xiao Han didn't care either. If some protective measures were not taken, there was a high probability that the two of them would be able to completely destroy this secret realm of Langya Pavilion.
The cold air condensed in the palm of his right hand, and an ice blue spear emerged. He flexed his fingers with his left hand and fired several streaks of snow-white light across the cold ice bridge in the air, exploding towards Xiao Xuan.
Regarding this attack that would make the average eight-star fighting saint panic, Xiao Xuan just smiled and made no move. The majestic soul power surged out and turned into an equal number of soul arrows. He instantly defeated the white streamer.
All disappear into nothingness.
After resolving the blow, Xiao Xuan did not look proud. Instead, his body shape changed, and his fist condensed with flames struck an uninhabited place in the space.
"Keng!"
The sound of the collision of gold and iron was heard, making a crisp sound, and Xiao Han's gun-holding figure slowly emerged from the space, his eyes unwavering.
With a slight exertion, the spear rotated slightly, opened the fist blocking the front, and stabbed towards Xiao Xuan's chest with unabated force.
"Not bad!" Feeling the fierce murderous intent coming from the tip of the gun, Xiao Xuan raised his eyebrows and praised.
Turning slightly to one side, he grabbed it with his palm, and the surrounding space instantly solidified, freezing the spear in place.
"Gun Ding, Wu Yue." Sensing the stagnation in the space, the fighting energy in Xiao Han's body flowed out from the limbs and bones, and poured into the spear crazily. The huge power exploded instantly, shaking the space like a dense spider web.
The cracks penetrated Xiao Xuan's body like lightning.
However, upon seeing this, Xiao Han showed no sign of joy, his expression changed drastically, he took out his spear, spit out a force from his palm, and shook himself far away.
The next moment, endless streams of fire fell from the sky, and the ice spear also turned into water vapor and dissipated in the world within a breath.
A hundred feet away, Xiao Han's figure reappeared, looking solemnly at the previous position. If he had not escaped in time, the flames that could burn the Eight Star Dou Sheng to ashes would have fallen on him.
At that time, although he was not injured, he was inevitably disgraced. And through this trial, Xiao Han also knew that he was probably suffering from inexperience.
Since he was promoted to the Fighting Saint, most of the time he fought in crushing games, and only a few times he fell into danger, not to mention that his ancestor had rich combat experience in fighting against many strong men of the Soul Clan.
At the other end, Xiao Xuan's figure gradually appeared, with a faint smile on his lips, and commented: "The foundation is good, the foundation is solid!"
But the implication is, "Boy, you're not good enough yet!"
Xiao Han was not discouraged and said with a smile, "Ancestor, this is just the beginning!"
The spear in his hand vibrated slightly,
"Gun Ding, Shattering Star!" A bit of cold star penetrated the space and arrived in an instant.
Xiao Xuan was still looking leisurely and contented, ready to teach his juniors on their fighting abilities. The flame spear condensed into shape in his palm, and he was about to move, but the movement deep in his soul made him frown, and he subconsciously left the place.
However, this moment is still too late,
"Seal the sky and lock the earth!"
A huge white light array appeared at Xiao Xuan's feet, filled with complicated and strange lines.
Dense strands of ice quickly appeared all over the body, and the coldness emanating from them made people feel as if they were falling into an ice cave. Fortunately, Xiao Xuan's cultivation was profound and he was not affected too much, and he only paused slightly.
It was this brief moment of pause that caused Xiao Xuan to lose the best opportunity to strike back. The flame spear instantly collapsed under the huge force.
"Ha!" Xiao Xuan shouted in a low voice, and a golden light wheel with a diameter of dozens of feet stretched in front of him.
"puff!"
A soft sound came into his ears, and before Xiao Xuan could relax a little, Xiao Han's voice suddenly came from behind him,
"Ancestor, please enlighten me!"
Xiao Xuan did not turn around, closed his eyes slightly, and shouted: "The Emperor's Wrath!"
As the words fell, Xiao Han felt as if his mind had been hit hard, and his expression was a little dazed. The next moment, feeling the heat in his throat, a flaming sword was quietly placed on his neck, and he said helplessly.
:
"The ancestors are worthy of being ancestors and should not be underestimated."
"This is because I took advantage of you." Xiao Xuan didn't feel any joy, but more emotion.
Just talking about the number of wins and losses in battles at the same level, Xiao Xuan estimates that he can be evenly matched with Xiao Han, or even slightly defeated.
Feeling the coldness in his body that has not dissipated, Xiao Xuan became quite curious about the skills of his descendants. Being able to cultivate such a pure, extremely aggressive and penetrating cold-attribute fighting spirit would definitely not be a low level skill.
Intermediate level at Tian level.
But Kung Fu is a person's trump card and foundation, and Xiao Xuan is not in a position to ask.
The biggest reason why Xiao Han was slightly defeated this time was the huge gap in soul power. Although Xiao Han had an extremely fast cultivation speed and his soul power had also been greatly improved, due to the short training time, he still failed to break through to the Heaven Realm.
Complete that layer of boundaries.
Compared with Xiao Xuan's Emperor Realm Soul, he was caught off guard by a soul fighting skill. Otherwise, he would not have been defeated so quickly.
Xiao Han also knew the meaning of Xiao Xuan's words, but did not say anything. Soul power is also a part of strength. He also used formations to assist in the battle. There is no so-called fairness or unfairness.
"In the future, please ask your ancestors to give you some advice!" Xiao Han said with a respectful salute, with a cunning light in his eyes.
The days are long, and with such a Xiao family legend as his opponent, his strength will inevitably grow rapidly, and it will be a matter of time before he comes back for revenge.
Xiao Xuan also saw the high-spirited fighting spirit in Xiao Han's eyes, and his already unwavering heart rippled without warning, and he said:
"Ancestor, I am waiting for the day when you defeat me."
As the strongest genius of the Xiao clan, how could Xiao Xuan not be arrogant at all? Faced with the challenge from his juniors, he readily accepted it.