C53 The Son of the Human Race!

When the black wind approached, Yih Xuan waved the Zixiao Sword in his hand. A one-foot long sword qi was gone. The shadow attached itself to the Purple Night Sword. With the experience of using Fury of the Heavens and watching the battle between the five profound practitioners and the Divine Gold Beast, even though Yih Xuan still could not use his profound energy to leave his body, the profound energy attachment was no longer a problem.

After using the profound energy attachment, the Zixiao Sword's power was even stronger. It was not much weaker than an ordinary late eighth level profound practitioner.

Buzz ~ ~ The black wind and the Zixiao Sword collided. Although there was a bit of resistance, the Zixiao Sword still dispersed the black wind.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

The man in the raincoat and the middle-aged man with the folding fan were both shocked to see this. Although this fan of the middle-aged man with the folding fan was not a full-powered attack, an ordinary eighth-level Mystic would not be able to take it. Not to mention a mere Level Three Mystic.

"Could it be that he concealed his cultivation?" The man in the raincoat and the middle-aged man holding the folding fan thought at the same time.

Yih Xuan's face was expressionless, as if he didn't know how much shock he had caused the two of them.

Looking at the expressionless Yih Xuan, the middle-aged man holding the folding fan narrowed his eyes. The secret technique of the Heavenly Devil Race had been activated. Although using the secret technique of the Heavenly Devil Race was a huge burden to him, he had to know Yih Xuan's true cultivation base.

"What?! He's really a Third Level of Profound Apprentice!" The result shocked the middle-aged man who was holding the folding fan.

"Saint of the Human Clan! He is the Son of the Human Clan who has the potential to become a peerless mighty figure in the Human Clan!" This news was too terrifying. It had already caused the heart of the middle-aged man, who was holding a folding fan, to be thrown into chaos. He was going to kill his enemies who were one step higher than him! He was a genius of the Human Clan; to kill an enemy that was three levels higher than him, he was a monstrous genius of the Human Clan; to kill an enemy that was five levels higher than him, he was the Saint Son of the Human Clan!

There were only a few Saints of the Human Clan in billions of years. Every single one of them... All of them possessed great fortune, great fortune, great fortune. Their status in the Human Clan was like a prince of a country. They were extremely noble. They were destined to be the main characters of this world the moment they were born. All the other geniuses and monsters... They were destined to only be their foil. Apart from the other Saints, no one was qualified to be their opponent.

"No! We can't let him leave this place alive. As long as the Human Clan's Saints grow, they will definitely become a great threat to our Heavenly Devil Race!" The middle-aged man holding the folding fan stared at Yih Xuan with a ferocious look in his eyes.

When he saw the expression of the middle-aged man with the folding fan, the man in the raincoat confirmed his guess. Although he was inexplicably shocked in his heart, he didn't have the time to think too much about it now.

"Son, please leave at once! Your life is more important than anything else!" The man in the raincoat shouted at Yih Xuan.

Yih Xuan was stunned. He did not know why the man in the raincoat suddenly called him the Son. He didn't seem to know him, right? Besides, my name isn't the Son either. Yih Xuan pondered in his heart.

Before Yih Xuan could think of an answer, he heard the middle-aged man holding the folding fan shout. "You want to leave? It was too late! You can stay here today! " A black wind carrying unparalleled might opened its ferocious face towards Yih Xuan.

Yih Xuan didn't dare to be careless and hastily threw away the thoughts in his heart. He focused on dealing with the crisis in front of him. Yih Xuan had a serious expression on his face. The power of the fan in the hand of the middle-aged man... It had reached the full power of an early ninth rank Mystic. To use such a powerful Profound Skill with such a heavily injured body, it could be seen how much killing intent the middle-aged man holding the folding fan had towards Yih Xuan!

"Heaven's Fury cannot be used! Although it could break the black wind in front of him, it could not hurt the middle-aged man holding the folding fan dozens of meters away. At that time,i will definitely be unable to resist the loss of my profound strength. " Yih Xuan quickly thought of a countermeasure in his heart." There's no other way. I can only take the risk and try! "

The originally one foot long sword qi phantom image on the Zixiao Sword suddenly expanded, reaching nearly two feet. Yih Xuan's face was expressionless. He had also instilled all the sword intent he had just comprehended into the Zixiao Sword. When the black wind approached, the Zixiao Sword suddenly raised its head. A purple light collided with the black wind.

This was the strongest attack that Yih Xuan could unleash besides the Fury of the Heavens.

Although the purple light had reached five feet in length due to the enhancement of the sword Qi, it was still too weak compared to the black wind that filled the sky. As soon as the purple light touched the black wind, Yih Xuan felt a strong force coming towards him, as if it was going to crush him.

Yih Xuan stomped his right foot heavily backwards, firmly blocking the pressure. However, the pressure was too great. Yih Xuan's body retreated bit by bit, leaving a clear plow mark on the ground. Yih Xuan gritted his teeth. The three major dantians in his sea of Qi were fully powered, doing their utmost to make the final effort.

The black wind was constantly torn apart by the purple light, forming a semicircle circle of light around Yih Xuan. Outside, the black wind was slowly shattering and dissipating. Inside, there was a layer of faint purple light protecting Yih Xuan's body from being injured by the black wind.

"Persist! Just hold on for a little longer!" Bean-sized beads of sweat kept dripping down Yih Xuan's face. Yih Xuan's eyes widened. Obviously, he had reached his limit. However, Yih Xuan still refused to give up. He broke through his limit time and time again. He created miracles time and time again. The black wind was constantly being torn apart, and the sword qi was also being torn apart.

The man in the raincoat watched quietly from the side. Right now, he could only silently pray for Yih Xuan in his heart. "Son, you must persevere!" Yih Xuan had already given him too many surprises. This time, the man in the raincoat also hoped that Yih Xuan could surprise him again.

Boom! The two foot long sword qi was destroyed, and the purple light dissipated. The black wind, which was no longer an obstacle, suddenly struck Yih Xuan. Pffft, Yih Xuan was sent flying more than ten meters away, and a large mouthful of blood fell from the sky. Bang! Yih Xuan fell to the ground and rolled up a cloud of dust.

The middle-aged man holding the folding fan narrowed his eyes and stared at the dust. The man in the raincoat also looked nervous as he stared unblinkingly at the sand.

Cough! Cough!

The sand dissipated and Yih Xuan coughed twice. The power of the fan in the hand of the middle-aged man had been reduced by more than half by the Zixiao Sword. After suffering this blow, although Yih Xuan was injured, his injuries were not serious. It was still within his acceptable range.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yih Xuan said, "That's all."

The man in the raincoat looked happy. Yih Xuan's strength was too surprising. He could actually withstand the full strength of an early Ninth Layer Profound Warrior!

"Son! He is definitely the Saint of Human Clan!"

The pupils of the middle-aged man who was holding the folding fan suddenly shrank. No one knew better than him about the power of the Xuan Skill he had released. The fact that Yih Xuan was able to survive this move showed how powerful he was!

"This kid must not be left alive!"

Without saying much, Yih Xuan and the middle-aged man with the folding fan knew that this was a battle of life and death. Either you die or I die. A ray of purple light and a gust of black wind flashed past, and the two of them started fighting again.

This was an extremely tragic battle. The two of them exchanged blows, and each of their attacks was deadly. The middle-aged man, who held the folding fan in his hand, relied on his profound cultivation. Every attack he made used profound energy to leave his body. Separated by several dozen meters, the middle-aged man who held the folding fan in his hand fanned Yih Xuan.

Yih Xuan could not use his profound energy to leave his body. He could only use the profound energy attachment device to block the middle-aged man's attack time and time again with the folding fan in his hand. Yih Xuan kept using the Eight Steps Chasing the Wind to get closer to the middle-aged man holding the folding fan. Although the Eight Steps Chasing the Wind was powerful, Yih Xuan had only trained it to the second step. Its speed was still slightly slower than the middle-aged man holding the folding fan.

Unable to engage in close combat, Yih Xuan could only be sent flying again and again. He stood up again and again. If it were any other Mystic, even if they were not killed by these attacks, the profound energy in his dantian had long been exhausted. But besides spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yih Xuan's body actually did not suffer any serious injuries. And even though the profound energy in his dantian had been exhausted quite a bit, it was still quite a bit away from exhaustion.

This was because the Chaotic Sword Technique that Yih Xuan cultivated was too abnormal. Not to mention the incredible recovery speed of the profound energy in the three great dantians. Usually, after Yih Xuan was sent flying, he would wait until the next time he fought with the middle-aged man holding the folding fan. His injuries had already healed by half.

With the help of these two major advantages, although Yih Xuan's strength was not as strong as the middle-aged man holding the folding fan, he could still remain alive in the fight.

The middle-aged man who held the folding fan was already somewhat numb. Every time he thought that Yih Xuan was no longer capable, Yih Xuan would stand up once again. Yih Xuan couldn't be killed no matter how hard he fought. It was already good enough that he didn't go crazy when fighting such an enemy.

The battle was still going on. The middle-aged man who was a little relieved didn't notice that Yih Xuan was getting closer and closer to him.