"Boom!"

Under Leng Aotian and Song Jiaoyang and the others' gaze, the surging black magic flames and purple lightning merged with each other, like a black tornado sweeping out from the center of the explosion, blowing away all the dust around them.

The terrible wind blows Leng Aotian, and Song Jiaoyang and the others subconsciously retreat, making it difficult to open their eyes.

"What's going on? Didn't that guy die?"

"Impossible, how could he not die if he endured the attacks like the four of us?"

"If he dies, what's going on with the wind pressure and the demonic flame that covers the sun?"

Facing the terrifying wind, looking at the spreading black tornado, Leng Aotian, Song Jiaoyang and the others all looked extremely ugly, with a cold light flashing in their eyes, and angry words came from their mouths.

The changes in front of them were no longer what they expected, and they could be said to have exceeded their expectations and imagination.

"Damn it, how could this happen?"

"Can your attack just now fail?"

Even the always calm Duke and Black Shadow Luo couldn't help but curse in anger at this moment.

"False? Impossible. He was locked in the action by me. Our attack would never be false!"

Song Jiaoyang stretched out his palm to block his face, observed the sweeping black tornado through the gaps in his fingers, and replied in a deep voice.

"Haha, so what if your attacks are not lost? Can you really hurt Brother Xuan?"

Looking at the black magic flames that fused with purple lightning, a sneer appeared on Lei Xiaoyu's face and spoke coldly.

He was able to feel Ye Xuan's breath by practicing the Thousand Bird Thunder Art of the Lei family, and knew that he did not die under the attack of Leng Aotian and the others. Everything he had done before was just to buy Ye Xuan for time to breathe and recover.

"Brother Xuan is still alive?"

"Haha, I knew Brother Xuan would be fine!"

Lin Tianjie and Bai Feng also burst into laughter at this moment. Although they were injured and the pain was unbearable, Ye Xuan's rise and power made them feel extremely happy at this moment.

"This guy..."

As for Bi Linlin, she was shocked and incredible by the scene in front of her. She stared at the figure slowly walking out of the black tornado, her eyes full of shock and surprise.

“Swishy…”

As the rustling footsteps sounded, under the extremely cold and ugly eyes of Leng Aotian and Song Jiaoyang and others, a slender and upright figure slowly walked out of the center of the explosion.

He had long black hair dispersed, had cold and handsome cheeks, his sword eyebrows were eye-catching, and his eyes were often swept by cold light. His slender and upright figure was wrapped in a black magic armor. The magic armor protected his feet and hands were purple. He was covered with a cool cloak condensed from purple lightning on his shoulders. He was carrying a long sword with black and white blades on his shoulders. It was extremely cool.

He is no one else, it is Ye Xuan who walked out of the explosion center.

However, Ye Xuan became stronger at this moment.

Although Leng Aotian and Song Jiaoyang did not force Ye Xuan out of the white dragon form, he forced him to use the Great Demon World at a critical moment to block the attacks of Leng Aotian and the others.

Now Ye Xuan not only absorbed the power of the Great Demon Realm, but also fused the power of thunder flame in the Thousand Bird Thunder Art, which made him so cool!

"Damn it, he is Ye Xuan. He was not dead, even unharmed!"

"It's not just unscathed, this guy has an indescribable weirdness that makes people feel thirsty..."

"This kid seems to have become stronger than before!"

"I thought I could solve this kid, but I didn't expect him to become stronger. Bastard, why haven't the two Supreme Elders come here yet?"

Looking at Ye Xuan carrying the black and white mysterious sword and walking slowly out of the black tornado, Leng Aotian, Song Jiaoyang and the others changed drastically, and words of shock and disobedient came from their mouths.

They could not imagine how Ye Xuan survived unscathed under their attack.

As Ye Xuan walked out slowly, as Ye Xuan kept moving forward, the more they could feel the danger approaching and the arrival of death.

They were already frightened by the momentum that Ye Xuan possessed now.

This guy is like a demon who has come out of hell to harvest his life.

"Brother Xuan!"

"Brother Xuan, you're so handsome!"

Looking at Ye Xuan, Lei Xiaoyu, Bai Feng, Lin Tianjie and the others were emitting their eyes and shouting in surprise.

"Thank you for your hard work, have a good rest, and leave the rest to me!"

Ye Xuan held the black and white mysterious sword in his hand and walked towards Leng Aotian and others indifferently, and cold words came from his mouth.

"Damn it, what should I do?"

Song Jiaoyang's face looked ugly, his fists clattered and he said angrily.

"Ye Xuan, how did you survive our attack?"

Leng Aotian asked even more angrily.

"How did you survive your attack? This question is waiting for you to go to hell and ask the King of Hell!"

However, what answered Leng Aotian was Ye Xuan's indifferent words.

"Swish!"

The moment Ye Xuan finished his words, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He took a step forward, his body was like a ghost, and suddenly disappeared from the spot. Even a trace could not be found, which made them Leng Aotian and the others change their faces: "So fast!"

“It can be faster!”

However, their words had just finished speaking, and the cold voice sounded in their ears, making them look cold, their eyes turned even more, and they turned around and waved their whip legs and whipped behind them.

However, Ye Xuan had already disappeared without a trace, causing their attack to fail.

When they turned their heads and looked at them, what appeared in their sight was dense shadows caused by Ye Xuan's high-speed movement, which made Leng Aotian and the others dazzled. Their eyes kept turning, and they could not find Ye Xuan's original body.

Such a terrifying speed was the result of Ye Xuan fusion of the Thunder Flame Power of the Thousand Bird Thunder Art.

The shadow moved at high speed, and the existence of Ye Xuan's original trace was unable to be found, which made Leng Aotian, Song Jiaoyang and the others look solemn and ugly, and cold sweats are constantly emerging from their foreheads and slid down their cheeks.

"Walk!"

However, the Black Duke and Black Shadow Luo were quite calm. Their eyes turned, and they let out an angry shout. They suddenly used the secret technique to escape into the shadow and wanted to escape from here.

"Swish..."

However, as soon as they rushed out, Ye Xuan's figure appeared strangely in front of them. The black and white mysterious sword in their hands roared out, and a dazzling light burst out in their eyes!

"ah……"

The next moment, the shrill screams of the Black Duke and the Black Shadow Rona suddenly echoed in the cave.

Under Leng Aotian, Song Jiaoyang and the others' gaze with extremely horror and fear, the heads of the Black Duke and Black Shadow Luo suddenly flew up, and their bodies were cut and separated by the dazzling sword light...

"thump!"

A large amount of blood blew out, and their bodies fell heavily into the pool of blood.

Blood rolled, quickly dyeing the ground with a striking red color.

"Today, none of you can get rid of it!"

Ye Xuan's vague and cold voice rang out in the cave.

For Leng Aotian, Song Jiaoyang and others, this cave has become the tomb to bury them.

"Gu!"

Looking at the Black Duke and Black Shadow Luo who died tragically at that moment, Leng Aotian and Song Jiaoyang felt their throats dry and their cold sweat broke out, and subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

My clothes were wet with sweat without realizing them.

They had basically not seen clearly how Ye Xuan took action just now, and only saw the dazzling sword light blooming in front of the Black Duke and the Black Shadow Luo without warning, swallowing and cutting their bodies.

"Ye Xuan, what do you want to do?"

Holding the fear in his heart, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, Leng Aotian asked in a cold voice.

"Swish!"

"What do you ask me for? Of course I'm going to kill you!"

Leng Aotian's words had just finished speaking, and Ye Xuan's voice resounded in his ears, causing murderous intent to burst out in his eyes. He suddenly waved the long sword in his hand and slashed towards Ye Xuan who appeared behind him at some time.

"ah……"

The next moment, the bright sword light burst out, and Leng Aotian's shrill scream rang out.

His right arm holding the sword was chopped down by Ye Xuan's sword.

Bright red blood spurted out from his broken arm.

"Escape separately!"

Looking at Leng Aotian's miserable situation, whether it was Yun Feiyang, Song Jiaoyang or Gui Dao Haotian, they had already lost the courage to fight. They let out an angry roar, and they completely ignored Leng Aotian's life and death, and their bodies turned into three streams of light and rushed out of different directions, rushing towards the outside of the cave.

"Escape? I said, none of you can escape today!"

Seeing this, Ye Xuan frowned without a trace, and gave up the opportunity to kill Leng Aotian with one blow, bringing the afterimages all over the sky towards Song Jiaoyang, Ghost Sword Haotian, Yun Feiyang and others.

His terrible speed caused a violent wind along the way.

The next moment, six Ye Xuans appeared at the exit of the cave to block Yun Feiyang and the others' road, causing Yun Feiyang and Song Jiaoyang and the others to change their faces.
To be continued...