Battle after battle continued, and soon it was Xiao buye''s turn to play. This time, his opponent, a young man whose cultivation reached the peak of Vientiane realm, did not take the initiative to admit defeat, but drew his sword and fought with him.


    Feng Xiao introduced Yang Xuan: "younger martial brother, the man''s name is Ye Fan. The mountain and river list ranks" today''s World War I, I will convince you to lose. "


    "You have a lot of nonsense. I want you to do it first."


    "You..."


    Shen Xingchen''s eyes flashed cold. He was just a new disciple who had become famous for a long time. He dared to be so disrespectful to him. For a moment, he exuded a killing intention and said coldly: "well, since you are so confident, I will crush all your self-confidence and let you live in my shadow forever."


    After talking, draw the sword and cut it.


    This sword is definitely a powerful sword skill. As he waved his sword, a cold sword Qi chopped at Yang Xuan. The air shook violently wherever he passed.


    "Broken!"


    With a slight scold, Yang Xuan''s momentum increased sharply. When he waved the silver long sword in his hand, the sharp sword light flashed away, and the incoming icy sword Qi was broken.


    Shen Xingchen frowned slightly and understood that Yang Xuan could not be defeated by ordinary sword skills alone.