C18 Bravehearts Are Fearless(1)

"Ye, dodge!" Luo Chun shouted and tried his best to rush towards Ye Xuan, but it was already too late. Ye Hao's speed suddenly increased. He was like a flash of light, as fast as the wind.

The sword wind was invisible, but it was as sharp as a knife. It rushed towards Ye Xuan like a flood. In the blink of an eye, his clothes were all torn, and the glaring blood stains were especially glaring under the sunlight.

"Boss, quick..." Tangyuan couldn't help but urge him.

However, Ye Xuan didn't move. Although he didn't know any martial arts techniques, he knew very well about this Ye family sword technique. If he dodged it, he would only die. If he gave it a try, there might be a chance for him to turn the situation around.

Thinking back to the time when he was in a dangerous situation, didn't he also rely on a pair of iron fists to survive? Death was not scary. What was scary was the fear in one's heart. Bravehearts should be fearless.

A wave of heroic spirit arose spontaneously. The blood in his entire body seemed to boil as it rolled within his body. Ye Xuan suddenly smiled. His smile was somewhat crazed and even revealed a trace of desire.

At this moment, the Chaos Origin Heavenly Astral was transferred to the iron fist. It turned from defense to attack. Strong winds raged and wild grass flew everywhere.

Sensing that Ye Xuan had given up on defense and was about to give it his all, Tangyuan turned pale with fright. "Boss, what are you doing? Without the protection of the Chaos Origin Heavenly Astral, you will only die!"

Ye Xuan smiled faintly and didn't reply. He had no other choice but to take the side!

A hundred meters away, in the forest.

"Elder Faang, if you don't attack now, that kid will die for sure!" A man wearing the uniform of an elder of Xuanwu Hall impatiently looked at the elder beside him.

At this moment, the elder's facial expression didn't look good either. He had the thought of saving Ye Xuan, but he wanted to bet that Ye Xuan wouldn't die just like that, because his intuition told him that Ye Xuan wasn't a simple man.

A monstrous genius with a strength of a thousand jin. If he couldn't even deal with an ordinary outer circle disciple, then the Xuanwu Hall wouldn't need to spend so much effort to pay attention to him.

"Wait... wait a little longer." The old man hesitated for a moment, but he still decided to continue gambling. The disciple he had chosen couldn't possibly be so weak.

When these words were said, the elder became anxious. "Elder Faang, how can he block the attack of a spirit grade weapon with his bare hands?"

The old man's expression changed slightly, and he shouted in a deep voice, "Without my order, you can't attack."

At the same time, a sharp sword flower quietly arrived, completely blocking Ye Xuan's path of retreat. Looking at Ye Xuan who was right in front of him, Ye Hao felt even more proud. In his opinion, Ye Xuan was going to die for sure.

"Furious Sword Arts!" Ye Hao shouted in a low voice. The sword flower instantly submerged Ye Xuan. He could even clearly hear the sound of his clothes being torn apart by the Azure Mysterious Sword.

But in the next second, the proud look in Ye Hao's eyes was replaced by fear. "Is, is he crazy?"

Just as this thought emerged in his mind, he saw a pair of iron fists stand out among the messy sword flowers. Even though his muscles were torn and his blood was dripping, he did not have the slightest intention of retreating. He faced the sharp blade with an indomitable will.

The fresh blood had already dyed his entire body red. The corner of Ye Xuan's mouth curled up, revealing a trace of a smile that caused one's heart to palpitate. There was even some excitement mixed in, like a madman and more like a devil.

Pa!

A crisp sound was heard, and the dazzling sword flower suddenly disappeared. Ye Hao's face was filled with endless fear, and his pupils couldn't help but tremble.

"How, how can this be..."

He had never thought that the trash who had been bullied by others would be so crazy. At this moment, he was afraid, and it came from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, Ye Xuan's bloody left hand was tightly holding Ye Hao's right wrist, making it impossible for him to swing his sword. This was the only and most direct way to deal with this flawless sword attack.

Ye Hao's fear had made him succeed.

At the same time, the two men in the forest looked at Ye Xuan in shock. They had never thought that this would be the result. Ye Xuan had chosen such a risky way.

"Madman, this kid is too crazy!" The middle-aged elder couldn't help but shout.

"This kid is indeed a strange talent. This old man really didn't make a mistake." The old man secretly smiled and suddenly came back to his senses. He looked at the elder beside him and reproached, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and save him?"

The elder answered in a panic and floated out. He stepped on the wind and rushed straight to the mountain gate...

With a clank, the Azure Mysterious Sword fell to the ground. Ye Xuan wiped the blood on his face and sneered, "Next, it's my turn, right?"

"What? " Ye Hao turned pale with fright. He hurriedly used the Gale Steps to dodge the iron fist, but his wrist was still tightly gripped by Ye Xuan. How could he dodge?

The bloody iron fist was like a cannonball as it continuously bombarded Ye Hao's face. One punch after another, without any pause, each punch landed on his flesh.

There was no Genuine Essence, and there was no Chaos Origin Heavenly Astral. It was purely brute force.

However, even if it was pure brute force, Ye Hao's face was already covered with blood. It was unknown whether it was his own or Ye Xuan's fist, but his entire face had already lost its human form.

The pain on his face instantly made Ye Hao come back to his senses. He had only suffered some superficial wounds, but he could still use the Genuine Essence's force. With a shake of his wrist, a shocking force appeared and pushed Ye Xuan away in an instant.