Qi Cultivation Third Layer! Fighting Two Xiantian Masters Alone!

On the sky curtain.

A hundred-meter giant sword phantom suddenly pointed at the loose-haired old man.

Just as Yun Xiao thought this person would be severely injured, The loose-haired old man suddenly smiled, and his body, supported by internal energy, instantly swelled like a ball.

The giant sword phantom was actually blocked, and in the gang qi spat out by the tied-hair man, it turned into powder.

Before Yun Xiao and the other could react, several fist shadows suddenly shot out from behind.

Boom!!!

Wu Shan slashed out a sword light, and the several Xiantian realm experts blocking him in front of him suddenly retreated.

As Wu Shan was about to leave, several more Xiantian realm experts blocked his path.

Just as he was in a dilemma, a terrifying booming sound fell from behind.

Wu Shan's body trembled violently, and he looked back, while Xu Ling'er's miserable scream also came out at this moment:

"Old Ancestor!!!"

They saw that the Supreme Elder and the Old Sect Master of their Misty Sect were smashed fiercely onto the ground of the training ground, leaving a giant pit.

One-fifth of the training ground had collapsed!

As the smoke and dust dispersed, in a pit eight to nine meters deep, the two old men in white robes were completely stained red with fresh blood, their auras weak.

Seeing the miserable state of the two old ancestors, their eyes trembled, and they looked up at the four Grandmasters fighting on the sky curtain.

The four Grandmasters all had sword wounds of varying sizes, but they were only superficial injuries, not leaving any major damage.

Wu Shan stood frozen in place, and the five elders collapsed on the ground in despair.

Sadness and despair filled everyone's faces in heaven and earth.

Xu Ling'er's eyes were filled with tears, but she shook her head blankly and said:

"It's over, everything is over."

The two strongest Grandmaster martial artists here were defeated by the opponent so easily.

The Misty Sect had no hope of survival left.

On the side, under the siege of three Xiantian realm martial artists, the Sect Master of the Moon Sword Sect took a palm to the chest and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, dragging a long trail on the ground before stopping.

His body trembled, and he looked at the two figures in the pit in disbelief, gritting his teeth:

"They were defeated so quickly."

Like the Sect Master of the Moon Sword Sect, many resisting martial artists were repelled and stopped their hands in despair.

Glancing at the dense dozens of figures in the sky, everyone no longer resisted.

Everyone understood that with the current situation, the Black Underworld Sect had already won.

The sky was filled with cries and sighs, echoing in the training ground, the small immortal terrace, and the corridors, but no one resisted anymore.

Just as everyone was in despair, a sudden sound rang out.

Everyone wearily looked towards the center of the training ground, only to see Xiao Huohuo arrogantly saying to the two Xiantian realm martial artists blocking his path:

"Hey, if you don't move aside, this young master will have to take action!"

The Xiantian realm martial artists blocking Xiao Huohuo sized him up, sneered dismissively:

"Take action?"

"Even if you take action, what can you do?"

"Little brat, if you can even hurt one finger of mine, I'll admit you're amazing."

"Hahaha!!"

The two laughed without reservation.

Hearing this, everyone was startled and frowned with sighs.

This Xiao Huohuo really didn't understand the situation, Under the heavy encirclement of the Black Underworld Sect, he still dared to boast.

Xu Ling'er looked at Xiao Huohuo, and in her clear eyes, there was a hint of worry: "Xiao Huohuo, don't anger them anymore."

"You will die."

In everyone's sight, Xiao Huohuo still stood motionless, looking at the two Xiantian realm experts.

On the young man's face, there seemed to be a hint of anger:

"Originally, I just wanted to complete the Three-Year Pact and leave."

"Since you insist on blocking my Master's path, then die!"

With that, Xiao Huohuo raised his fists, and on his fists, rosy spiritual energy flickered incessantly, and he threw a punch.

The monkey-cheeked Xiantian realm expert merely glanced at it, a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he still casually raised his hand to block, reaching for the fist.

Wind!!

A terrifying force was delivered through the punch, causing the Xiantian realm martial artist to widen his eyes in an instant. He no longer had time to react and was sent staggering back several steps by the impact, only stopping when he slammed hard against the ground.

"How, how is this possible!"

The monkey-cheeked man looked at his hand, his face dark and extremely humiliated.

After taking a blow from the youngster, his hand had actually turned red and was still trembling uncontrollably!

Although he had only blocked casually, he was a Xiantian realm martial artist!

In a place like this, he was strong enough to establish his own sect!

And now, he was actually repelled by a Houtian realm kid who hadn't even fully grown his hair?

On the other side, the long-faced Xiantian realm martial artist who was watching with him burst into laughter:

"Xu Yan, you're truly a disgrace to Xiantian realm martial artists, getting pushed back by some upstart kid."

"Don't say you know me in the future."

"Embarrassing!"

Mocked like this, Xu Yan's face turned from dark to pale, his anger soaring. He glared at Xiao Huohuo and said through gritted teeth:

"Kid, very good. Earlier, seeing the good show, I was thinking of giving you a quick end."

"But now... I'm going to tear you to shreds!"

As his voice fell, Xu Yan transformed into a rapid shadow, streaking through the air. His voice followed.

"Seven Injuries Fist!"

The Xiantian realm martial artist beside him raised an eyebrow, a smile on his face.

Profound Rank Middle-grade martial skill, Seven Injuries Fist. This was Xu Yan's signature move. One punch could shatter the opponent's bones and muscles. Many peak Houtian realm experts had met their end under this move.

It seemed that kid was in for some serious trouble!

Xu Yan attacked, swirling with a gust of wind, but Xiao Huohuo was not afraid at all. His body was covered in spiritual energy, as if engulfed in flames, and he immediately met the attack.

Wind, wind, wind!!!

As if sensing the strangeness of the opponent's moves through the vibration of spiritual energy, Xiao Huohuo did not directly collide with him.

Like a loach, he easily dodged the fierce punch that came straight at him. He slapped the opponent's arm with one hand and aimed a palm strike at his chest.

The Xiantian realm martial artist reacted quickly enough, immediately blocking with his hand.

Slap, slap, slap!!!

In an instant, fists and feet met. The sound of wind breaking echoed one after another. The two exchanged several blows, fighting on equal footing.

With a palm strike, Xu Yan was forced back half a step again. His face was extremely grim as he stared at Xiao Huohuo:

"Damn little ghost!"

During their brief exchange, he hadn't gained any advantage over the kid in front of him.

Although his punches were incredibly powerful, the kid was like a slippery loach, always dodging his fiercest attacks before swarming back, making him feel like he was hitting cotton.

Moreover, although the aura on this kid wasn't strong, it was incredibly strange, always causing his qi and blood to ripple.

The Xiantian realm martial artist on the side saw this and burst into laughter:

"Xu Yan, I thought you were just underestimating him before. I didn't expect you to be so useless, truly unable to defeat this young punk."

Xu Yan glanced at him. Seeing the youngster attack again, he stopped talking and immediately met the charge.

The other Xiantian realm martial artist sneered:

"Since that's the case, let me lend you a helping hand."