511: C511 Young Master How Is the Level

C511 Young Master How Is the Level

Ye Xiaofan looked at the scene in front of him calmly. He saw the two people's sword tips clashed together and a ring of light appeared between them. The piercing sound echoed in the cave.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came out, the wide sword tip of the Soul Devouring Sword shattered the white robed disciple's sword tip and blade.

ta ta … *

The disciple's face was pale, blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth, he retreated dozens of steps before he managed to stabilize himself. Jian Nanxuan did not look at the other party, with an indifferent expression on his face, he stabbed the Soul Devouring Sword to the ground and stood with his hands behind his back.

Just now, Jian Nanxuan had a perfect opportunity to catch up and kill the disciple in white robes with a single strike. However, when he thought of Ye Xiaofan's words, he retracted his hand.

"Jiang Chang's sword is countless times stronger than a high-grade fourth-grade magic tool, but it was actually broken by that soul body old man!"

"How is this possible? Eastern Region is such a remote place, how can there be such a powerful old man, and this is a f * cking spirit body!"

The Absolute Formation Sect disciples behind Zhang Yuan all opened their eyes wide and said in disbelief.

"He clearly had the opportunity to kill Jiang Chang just now. The speed of his attacks was even faster than mine. Could it be that he was afraid of my sect's forces, so he decided to stop?"

Zhang Yuan's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He just wanted to save her, but realized he was a step too late. Luckily, Jian Nanxuan stopped.

"Judging from this old man's strength, the Blood Demon Qi should be in their hands."

Zhang Yuan secretly thought, and then used the Spiritual Sense to send a sound transmission.

"Wait, I'll hold up that old man. You guys go catch that kid and that girl."

"Yes sir!"

When the disciples of the Absolute Formation Sect heard Zhang Yuan's Spiritual Sense sound transmission, all of them slightly nodded their heads, and then, activated their Genuine Qi to its peak, ready to take action at any time.

"Young Master, what do you think of this fight?"

Jian Nanxuan turned around and looked at Ye Xiaofan. With a respectful expression, he said while chuckling.

"Didn't I tell you to be half-disabled? You didn't even hurt him!"

Ye Xiaofan looked at the disciple in white and then looked at Jian Nanxuan as if he was looking at an idiot.

Ye Xiaofan was only at the seventh level of Immortality with a perfectly fine Half-step Incarnation, and there were two huge gaps between them, so how could he possibly fight them?

"Heh heh, young master, if I were to make a move, I would be able to kill that trash dozens of times with a single sword strike."

Jian Nanxuan laughed, touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly.

The blood fiend energy from the Soul Devouring Sword continuously provided strength to Jian Nanxuan, causing his strength to become more and more powerful. In less than half a minute, Jian Nanxuan's strength increased by another level.

At this time, Jian Nanxuan's strength was already equivalent to a level two Incarnation, and was ten times stronger than his Half-step Incarnation. He could indeed kill a white-robed disciple dozens of times with a single sword strike.

"A warrior can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"Old bastard, even if I die, I'll cripple you!"

When Jiang Chang heard the conversation between the two, his face contorted and he roared in a flustered and exasperated manner. He suddenly ignited his blood essence, his fighting strength increased by several times, and his aura reached the First Level of Incarnation Stage.

He had almost stepped into the Incarnation Stage.

As a disciple of a sect in the Western Regions, his status was extremely noble. To be insulted time and time again by a troublesome person like Eastern Region who lived in a remote place, it was even worse than dying.

"Jiang Chang, what are you doing!"1

When Zhang Yuan saw Jiang Chang's actions, he immediately scolded him, signaling Jiang Chang not to be emotional.

"Scram!"

Jiang Chang roared at Zhang Yuan and threw away the sword hilt. He raised his hand and sucked the sword that he had just thrown back into his hand.

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