In the sky, as the Yao Mei and the burly man with the blue face approached Xiao Xuan, two invisible longswords immediately materialized on either side of his body, piercing through the air and thrusting straight at the two.
"Oh, oh, oh, how could a grown man like you lay a hand on a weak woman like me?"
Seeing this, she smiled Yao Mei, her body swaying and shimmering from side to side, her proud white breasts bouncing with each movement. At the same time, her inner Origin Qi surged outwards rapidly, and a purple stream of light condensed into a ribbon between her Yao Mei and enchanting hands, enveloping the oncoming longsword.
Beside him, the burly man with the blue face let out a wolf howl, his five fingers curled into claws, his Origin Qi condensed on them, and he charged straight at the longsword.
" Azure Bathing Sword Art, Heaven-Gathering Strike, Break!"
With a low shout, the speed of the longsword shot towards the two suddenly increased dramatically. At the same time, a hurricane was also rapidly circulating around the blade. A burst of azure light flashed, and the ribbon and azure claws were both shattered by the sword energy. Xiao Xuan quickly dodged the two and chased after Xiao Yan.
"Whoosh!"
Just as Xiao Xuan let the two pass, a black figure suddenly descended from the sky, aiming straight for Xiao Xuan's head.
Get out of my way!
Even so, Xiao Xuan ignored it and swung his sword backhand to meet the blow head-on. He fell rapidly, but the next second, Xu Cong and the puppet surrounded him again and blocked his way.
"If you want to save them, you'll have to get past us first!"
Xu Cong let out a cold cry, and as his palm opened and closed, surging Origin Qi burst forth from his body, instantly condensing into a giant hand above his head, which slammed fiercely towards Xiao Xuan who was attacking head-on.
I said... get out of here!
Repeated obstruction exhausted Xiao Xuan's already limited patience. As the enormous palm of Ling Tian came crashing down in front of him, Xiao Xuan simply raised his fist, as if he had grasped a hurricane in his palm. Without any fancy moves, he slammed his fist down hard against the oncoming palm print. Immediately, a terrifying gale erupted from the point of impact like a volcanic eruption. The extremely terrifying power shattered the palm print in an instant!
"Bang!"
Almost simultaneously, the puppet charged forward and punched Xiao Xuan in the abdomen. The terrifying force caused the latter to cough up a mouthful of blood. Instantly, Xiao Xuan's left hand also struck the puppet's chest with a palm strike. An invisible longsword carrying unparalleled sword energy pierced through the puppet's body from front to back. Afterward, Xiao Xuan's figure was sent flying backward in a sorry state, only managing to stop a hundred feet away.
Xiao Xuan stopped abruptly and immediately looked towards Xiao Yan. Finding the latter unharmed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With a flick of his right hand, an invisible hurricane condensed into a sword in his palm.
This was the first time Xiao Xuan had held the sword with his own hands since his resurrection.
"It's been so many years... since I've held a sword with my hands..."
The calm yet cold voice slowly uttered the words, and at the same time, the air in the world seemed to freeze for a moment. The expressions of Yao Mei and the others changed drastically, and their emotions became extremely tense at that moment.
"Watch out, this guy's about to reveal his hand!"
The group of people solemnly circulated their internal Origin Qi, gathering energy in their palms. Some even began to condense their Dou Technique, but Xiao Xuan seemed oblivious to all of this.
His palm slowly stroked the sword. With each inch he touched it, an even stronger sword intent seemed to gather on it. The sword trembled slightly, and the void seemed to shatter. This sword strike would be Xiao Xuan's last strike in this battle. Regardless of victory or defeat, he had to take Xiao Yan away from here.
" Azure Bathing Sword Art, one sword... transcends lifetimes!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the Great Dao Tent instantly condensed in front of Xiao Xuan. Relying on the speed of the Great Dao of Wind, he instantly appeared in front of Xu Cong. Before the sound of air being torn apart could be heard, the sword had already been swung. Following behind were the Yao Mei, the blue-faced giant, Hui Fu, and the puppet that had already been severely injured.
"Pfft!"
The next instant, the people who were struck by the sword all spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and their faces turned pale instantly. As for the puppet, the sword wound on its chest went through its back, and it had obviously been cut in two!
Under this sword strike, even if none of them were seriously injured, they were still quite badly hurt. Xu Cong, in particular, received Xiao Xuan's first sword strike, which was the most powerful, so he was naturally the most seriously injured. If Xiao Xuan hadn't used the power of this sword strike in stages, Xu Cong would probably have died from it.
Even so, after unleashing this sword strike, Xiao Xuan's condition plummeted. All he could do now was to use the last bit of his Origin Qi to carry Xiao Yan away from this area.
On the other side, the battle between Xiao Yan and Xu Rui continued. In the subsequent clashes, Xiao Yan managed to stabilize himself with the help of the Great Dao of the Void. His continuous dodges, combined with the speed of the Winged Elephant Art and the Heavenly Severing Steps, made it difficult for Xu Rui to catch him for a while. However, in the occasional collisions, some glaring wounds were still left on Xiao Yan's body.
"Boy, your speed is not bad, but I'd like to see how long you can keep dodging like this!"
Xu Rui once again violently crushed the afterimage left by Xiao Yan, his expression not angry but smiling. This battle gave him a sense of exhilaration, like a lion hunting a rabbit. Each pursuit added more wounds to Xiao Yan's body. The countless wounds added up to an unbearable pain. He could almost see Xiao Yan covered in blood.
Until a certain moment, Xiao Yan's Power of the Great Dao was exhausted, and his last attempt to dodge was no longer effective. However, Xu Rui still appeared in front of him with a cold smile.
"Gah gah gah gah... What's wrong, kid? You're finally out of energy...?"
Xu Rui's face was contorted with rage, his five fingers curled, and he once again viciously clawed at Xiao Yan's chest, his fingertips sharp and fierce, clearly determined to take his life.
However, facing this attack, Xiao Yan's expression remained calm. A cold smile even appeared on his blood-stained lips. He neither dodged nor evaded, as if he were waiting for his death to arrive.
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out in the sky. Beside Xu Rui, the figure of the Northern King suddenly appeared and slammed his fist down on the latter's head. If Xu Rui did not stop now, even if he killed Xiao Yan, the Northern King's punch would definitely be enough to kill him!
"Damn it! How could that beast...?"
Cursing inwardly, Xu Rui couldn't bear to trade his own Origin King's life for a dying man. Helpless, he had no choice but to withdraw and exchange a palm strike with the Northern King. He used the momentum to retreat rapidly, and by the time he regained his senses, the Northern King was already standing in front of Xiao Yan, shielding the latter behind him.