Immediately afterwards, a handsome young man in white robes was seen flying down from the clouds, covered with dust, and stood in front of Nan Xiangyan.
In his eyes, it seemed that he didn't care at all. The people in Cangwu Taoist Temple in the field just quickly lifted up the beauty's body and gently touched the black palm marks on her face. Their eyes were full of guilt, as if there were sparks.
Bursting out, he said in a warm voice:
"Sorry, I'm late..."
At that moment, Nan Xiangyan only felt a sense of congestion in her nose. After seeing the man she had been dreaming about all night, she could not say anything, only two lines of clear tears silently
Gradually flowed down from the corners of the eyes.
After a while, she took a deep breath, raised her green-white finger, pointed at Fa Rong's figure in the distance, and said to Li Xuanyan with trembling red lips:
"He destroyed my sword village. I am very satisfied to be able to see you before he dies. You'd better leave as soon as possible..."
In Nan Xiangyan's heart, she did not feel that Li Xuan, who had previously only sought to reach the realm of gods, could be Fa Rong's opponent, but the feeling of joy at the reunion made her feel no regrets.
After hearing this, the young man's eyes were as bright as stars and there was a deep sense of joy. If he had come later, I'm afraid he would have to live up to the woman in front of him again in this life.
"You first stabilize your breathing and give these to Hao Wujiang and Jiang Baihe..."
As he spoke, Li Xuan took out three grass stained with water drops from his arms and carefully handed them into Nan Xiangyan's hands.
With the appearance of three Tianyou grass, a refreshing fragrance suddenly filled the place.
This is... Tianyou Grass!
Seeing this, Fa Rong's eyelids were twitching wildly. The background revealed by this young man was a bit too terrifying, and his actions were so generous. Could it be that he was really from the Ye family of Kyushu?
In fact, no matter how much he probed, the powerful spiritual consciousness seemed to have encountered a barrier on the young man's body, completely blocking his perception.
This scene made his face become a little solemn.
I'm afraid, I really encountered a tough situation this time...
After all, according to rumors, when the descendants of the Ye family were out training, they were closely followed by powerful protectors!
After taking a deep breath, Farong immediately sent a message to the great master of the Heavenly Realm who had left not long ago. If the young man in front of him is really a member of the Ye family, then he will definitely be unstoppable by himself!
It wasn't until Nan Xiangyan was given enough of Hetu Luoshu's life force that Li Xuan slowly stood up and whispered words that made her body tremble:
"I'll help you kill him right now..."
Nan Xiangyan frowned slightly, with some worry in her expression, and subconsciously stopped her: "Don't mess around, okay? Fa Rong is very strong and has completely fallen into the devil's way... A cultivator at the peak of the Earth Emperor Realm, you
It’s not your opponent at all…”
After hearing this, Li Xuan felt a warm feeling in his heart. He rubbed Nan Xiangyan's hair with some ambiguity and whispered:
"Don't worry, fairy, leave everything to me..."
A hint of drunkenness appeared on Nan Xiangyan's face, and she nodded obediently like a ghost.
After saying this, he slowly turned around and saw the mighty Piaoyu Sword, which seemed to be completely activated, with a cold light flashing in Li Xuan's right hand.
Looking at the back of the man standing in front of her, an extremely reassuring feeling filled Nan Xiangyan's heart.
Immediately, when Li Xuan's eyes looked around, he quietly stopped on Fa Rong's body. When he looked at Han Shuangxue, who was holding up his hair, he saw his sharp sword-like eyes.
The murderous intention burst into the sky, and he said every word in a cold voice:
"Cangwu Taoist Temple, okay, very good...who among you will come first to receive death!"
His words became colder and colder each time, like a heavy hammer constantly hitting everyone's psychological defense line.
Everyone present felt an unprecedented pressure at the same time, as if their skin was torn apart by the boundless sword energy at this moment.
Fa Rong did not speak, his eyes were erratic. When this young man arrived, a long-lost sense of crisis lingered in his heart. This kind of vigilance unique to cultivators made him feel a little worried.
trembling.
What's more, the spiritual power of the young man in front of him did not fluctuate in any way.
Such subtle control is even far beyond my own!
Therefore, a feeling of heart palpitations arises spontaneously.
The next moment, Farong snorted coldly and shouted:
"Taoist disciples, whoever kills this young cultivator for me will be credited with a great merit!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, everyone in Cangwu Taoist Temple hesitated to move forward, and no one dared to fight.
In their eyes, facing the enemy at this moment would undoubtedly lead to death.
Seeing this, Fa Rong's eyes had a hint of mist, and he said in a deep voice:
"Zhou Song, go!"
Fa Rong, who was a little unsure at this moment, urgently needed a cultivator to go and explore the true and falsehood of this young man.
Next to him, the peak cultivator named Zhou Song had no choice but to speak out. He was wearing simple linen clothes and had an indifferent face, but what he held in his hand was a long weapon that was incompatible with the Taoist temple.
Sword, pointed at Li Xuanhan and said:
"Boy, in this country of Divine Grace and Cultivation, there is no room for you to act arrogantly even if you are a small person in the realm of divine connection!"
With his spiritual perception, he could faintly detect that the fluctuation of this young man's cultivation level was only on the edge of the realm of spiritual connection. This discovery gave him some confidence.
Looking at Zhou Song's movements, Nan Xiangyan's face showed a look of memory, and then as if she remembered something, she couldn't help but remind Li Xuan:
"Be careful, this person is the Kuangtao Sword God. He broke through the realm of divine martial arts twenty years ago! I thought he had disappeared, but I didn't expect that he was attached to Cangwu Taoist Temple!"
After hearing this, Li Xuan smiled slightly and said teasingly:
"It turns out that he is just a bumbling Taoist lackey. He is a ridiculous person who has not even understood the Taoist patterns. He dares to call himself the Sword God..."
"You! How brave!" Zhou Song's expression changed, he roared, and walked straight towards him with his sword.
Each of his swords was like turning the river upside down. With the continuous swings, they formed a dense sword net. The light seemed to block everyone's sight. The magnificent sword light was like
The magnificent waves came one after another, surging and crashing down layer by layer.
"He actually cultivated sword intention!"
The people watching below were a little stunned when they saw this scene.
The Wild Wave Sword Technique is Zhou Song's killing move. So far, the number of cultivators who can take this move flawlessly will never exceed ten fingers. With the bonus of understanding the sword's intention, the power of the move will also be multiplied several times.
Increasingly.
But immediately afterwards, Zhou Song's originally confident eyes suddenly turned to fear, despair, and deep disbelief.
Just because of a very clear voice:
"Three feet of rain sword, mountains and rivers, a military uniform..."
Immediately, a bit of cold light spread from Li Xuan's sword edge with a "buzzing" sound, and instantly it exploded into a round pillar of light that shot into the sky, slamming down towards Zhou Song.
One after another, the sword light was like thunderbolts from the nine heavens. Once revealed, Zhou Song's violent sword light was completely shaken away and completely submerged.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Song's last scream in his life was heard:
"Spare your life...spare your life!"
The Piaoyu Sword continued to caster. As Li Xuan raised his hand behind his back, the sword light surged again. Pieces of Zhou Song's body turned into a rain of blood, falling down one after another. The rain curtain in the air became more dense...
…
Hiss~
Who could have expected that the cultivator at the peak of Shenwu would be crushed by the young man in front of him and knocked down in the air with a sword. His clean and neat movements made everyone in the Taoist temple uncontrollably shiver. For a moment, the whole scene was filled with chills.
No one among the cultivators dared to make a sound, and everything fell into silence.
This is because this sword move reminded them of the name that was almost forgotten by everyone.
"Crack!"
I saw a drop of blood dripping down the tip of Piaoyu Sword and shattering on the ground. The crisp sound was particularly loud at this moment.
This blood is Zhou Song's...
Finally, a cultivator's eyes were filled with fear. He reached out and lit Li Xuan, and exclaimed with trembling eyes:
"Piao Yu Sword Technique, he is Li Xuan! He did not die in the Jin Dynasty!"
This news was like an explosion among the crowd.
"Who can stop the power that the Piaoyu Sword is showing now?!"
"Could he be stronger than the deputy leader? It's impossible!"
Countless discussions surrounding Li Xuan continued. Nan Xiangyan's eyes were full of excitement. The cultivation level displayed by Li Xuan really made her eyes appear with a hint of hope. Could it be that he really
Can you defeat Fa Rong here?
After taking a deep breath, Li Xuan raised the tip of his sword, pointed it towards Farong in the distance, and said in a cold voice: