Senior Brother Yun's bloody head rolled to the ground, making the remaining people of the two sects feel frightened.

Even the senior brother with the highest cultivation level was ruined by this person. The remaining disciples, who have the highest cultivation level, do not exceed the sixth level of Qi Refining, how can they fight against the martial arts practitioners in the God Refining Stage?

With the strength of a yellow-faced martial artist, he killed less than ten Qi Refining Immortals, which is easy to beat.

At this moment, a crisis of death spread in everyone's hearts, and their bodies were frozen and cold.

Yang Xiaoqian had a pale face, trembling all over, helpless and desperate, while Le Feng beside her had a mixed eyes with hatred, his hands tightly clasped, and his magic power was condensed, with a strong aura of looking at death.

Only Nie Han stood proudly, without a trace of fear in his eyes, but instead a shocking light flashed.

The calmest one is Xu Xuan, who is indifferent on the surface, and is calling in his mind about the ruins of his previous life.

"The third level of martial arts practitioner in the refining God, even if he is seriously injured and has severe energy, his strength is comparable to the first level of refining God. It seems that you are in a real crisis."

The voice of the culprit in his previous life also seemed solemn, and the approximate strength of the yellow-faced martial artist was analyzed.

"What's the chance of winning?" Xu Xuan calmed down and looked straight at the yellow-faced man who was standing tall on the big tree, looking down at the yellow-faced man who was waiting for him. The boom of the other party's body only made people feel trembling.

"Under normal circumstances, you cultivators of the fourth or fifth level of Qi refining face such a strong enemy, and I am afraid that there will be only people who will be slaughtered. However, with you and the sword cultivator named Nie, you cannot be measured by common sense. If you all cooperate, you may still have the power to fight."

The sacred Hun in his previous life gave a criterion of chance of victory.

The power of a battle!

Xu Xuan took a deep breath. At this moment, everyone was fighting for time. If they delayed for a while, more enemies would arrive. At that time, they might face two or three god-refining immortal masters, and even more powerful people from the Eastern Family. At that time, those who waited for the two sects of Xingyu Mountain would be completely extinct and would have no power to survive.

The other disciples were also desperate. Everyone could understand this, time is fate!

If you want to survive, unless you can kill the yellow-faced martial artist in a short time, this is almost impossible to complete.

The yellow-faced martial artist obviously understood this, and he admired everyone's wonderful expressions with a playful look on his face.

“There is only one choice.”

Nie Han took a deep breath, and a divine light burst out in his eyes, and he turned to stare at Xu Xuan.

There were so many people in the audience, and he only looked at Xu Xuan.

"As long as you and me can escape one, you will definitely destroy the Dongfang family in a few years."

Nie Han looked at Xu Xuan quietly in a strange and solemn tone.

Xu Xuan could understand what he meant. He and Nie Han were both people who could not be measured by common sense. They had unlimited potential in the future. They only needed to survive one person and could uproot the Oriental Family in a few years.

But the problem is that they are still in the cradle and have not grown up. At this time, they will only lose their lives.

Therefore, the only option is...

"You, or I, leave one person for a moment to delay and seek life for another person."

Nie Han gave an amazing choice.

Select, the last choice.

Xu Xuan's heart was shaking and he took a breath of air conditioning.

In other words, one of Nie Han and Xu Xuan must be sacrificed!

"Do you dare?"

The fearless divine light in Nie Han's eyes made the night sky ecstasy and made all the remaining disciples tremble.

Xu Xuan was stunned. If he chose this to stay, then he would die. Everything in the world would be abandoned...

"Okay, I'll come! You take them away..."

A smile appeared on Nie Han's face, he withdrew his gaze, and resolutely walked out of the crowd.

clang!

A cold silver sword light was unsheathed, and each person and a sword proudly faced the yellow-faced martial artist who was high above the tree.

The other many disciples of the Immortal Sect were trembling. One of the disciples of the Sword Sect even shed tears and shouted: "Senior Brother Nie!"

Staring at the stunning figure, Xu Xuanshen was complicated. At this moment, he finally understood why Nie Han was suitable for sword cultivators and could become an elite and even a domineering sword cultivator.

"Walk!"

Nie Han shouted in shock, and the magic sword in his hand drew a gorgeous silver star and rushed towards the yellow-faced Wu Xiu on the big tree: "Xu Xuan, remember for me, if I can escape alive, my life will be given to me, and within a hundred years, the Eastern Family will be destroyed..."

"I also want to fight to the death with Senior Brother Nie."

The light of hatred flashed in Le Feng's eyes, and despite Yang Xiaoqian's obstruction, he was ready to fight back.

"Walk!"

Xu Xuan's eyes were as cold as lightning, and he waved his hand and slapped him in the face, with a cold expression, shouting loudly, like a whisper: "Save your life, everything is possible."

He grabbed Yu Qin and led everyone down the mountain.

"How can we leave Senior Brother Nie alone to resist the powerful enemy?" The disciples of the Sword Sect looked ashamed and hesitant.

"Let's go! If anyone is shy, don't blame me for being polite."

Xu Xuan glared at him, and the intimidating divine light and momentum made everyone's heart tremble, and an invisible hot aura spread. The disciple of the Sword Sect fought a cold war and did not dare to resist, so he quickly accelerated down the mountain.

At this moment, Xu Xuan became the leader of the remaining disciples of the two sects. When he activated the power of physical cultivation "momentum", no one could compete on the spiritual level.

Meanwhile, the other party.

"I'm really overestimating my ability. Do you think you can block me for a moment?"

The yellow-faced martial artist stood proudly on the big tree, looking at Nie Han who was coming with a sarcastic look on his face.

Can a sword cultivator with the fifth level of Qi hurt himself at all?

The yellow-faced martial arts cultivator slowly raised one hand and used his true power, intending to kill the man with one blow.

But in the next moment, his mind was shocked, "Swish--" Nie Han's magic sword came out of his hand, turning into a brilliant and shining silver star, and there was a sword intent that was ready to die, rushing into the spiritual level, and the yellow-faced martial arts cultivator was cold all over.

"Sword Intent! I have understood the sword intent just in the Qi Refining Period. This person must not stay..."

The yellow-faced martial artist was moved, and his arms were flapped, and a piece of true power like a surging wave. The branches and leaves in front of him turned into powder, colliding with the cold and cold star pierced from the air, bang!

The Lengxing Sword Technique, controlled by powerful sword intent, instantly turned into shattered swords, attacking from the air, was directly knocked away by more than ten feet.

When the magic sword landed, there was a crack on the body of the sword and it quickly broke inch by inch.

One blow to win and lose!

The sword cultivator's attack was very strong, even surpassing all methods of cultivation. Nie Han's sword technique controlled by the decisive sword intent, the attack power exceeded the seventh level of Qi refining and was close to the eighth level of Qi refining. However, under the overwhelming force, the yellow-faced martial cultivator smashed his weapon with one blow.

Nie Han groaned softly. Although the magic sword was attacking from the air, it merged with his own sword intent, this shock force, and even his mind.

The sword cultivator has lost his sword, so what else is there?

"Haha, now you understand your ignorance."

The yellow-faced martial artist smiled coldly, and his true power was raising his body, jumping from the tree and killing Nie Han. The powerful pressure of the immortal refiner came to his face.

Bang!

At the moment of crisis, Nie Han suddenly slapped the storage bag, and a colorful ancient sword appeared in his hand.

Driven by the domineering sword intent, the ancient sword emitted a stern roar, and the yellow-faced martial artist who was flying towards him trembled inexplicably.

After fusing the ancient sword, Nie Han's sword intent power doubled. With a stroke of the void, a dazzling sword light suddenly burst out, and a fierce attack with the yellow-faced martial artist.

Pop!

Nie Han spit out a mouthful of blood and took a few steps back, while the yellow-faced martial artist's palm was barely resolved.

"This sword... is actually a treasure?" The yellow-faced Wu Xiu flashed in his eyes and was immediately replaced by the greedy god.

It turned out that since he returned from the Secret Realm, Nie Han had comprehended this ancient sword and realized the sword intent in it. His sword intent also made rapid progress, much stronger than in the Secret Realm. However, last time he competed with Xu Xuan on the Wangxiantai, he did not win, and his sharpness was greatly frustrated, so he became more focused on comprehending and practicing.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for Qi Refining Immortals to use magic weapons that reach the level of treasures, and even the immortal masters in the God Refining Stage may not be able to control it. However, Nie Han, who has comprehended and integrated the sword intent, is an exception and can barely control this sword.

With the blessing of the treasure-level ancient sword, Nie Han's attack reached the peak limit of the Qi Refining Stage, but there was still a certain gap with the yellow-faced martial artist.

Nie Han shouted in shock, and the ancient sword slashed out again, and the cold sword energy flashed continuously, like cold star dots.

Under obvious disadvantages, he still took the initiative.

The yellow-faced man sneered, his fists and palms intertwined, and a true power burst like a muffled thunder was produced in the void, and each attack was thrilling.

Bang bang bang-

During a few rounds, Nie Han was shaken out by a powerful force, hit the mountain rock hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking dying. The yellow-faced man also groaned, and his body, which was originally severely injured, was touched a little.

"Suffer to die!"

The yellow-faced man shouted angrily, using his deep power to prepare for the final fatal blow.

"Is it going to end?"

A trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of Nie Han's mouth, and was immediately replaced by a resolute and cold expression. He closed his eyes, slowly raised the ancient sword, and instantly condensed the most powerful sword mystery in his life: the sword had not yet been cut out, countless sword sounds sounded in the void, and countless cold star spots were condensed on the ancient sword, just like the vast sword river transformed by bright stars...

The yellow-faced man felt the terribleness of the next sword, but he was full of confidence that he would take away the treasure even at the cost. Once it was delayed and was driven by other powerful men in the Dongfang family, there would be no chance.

At this critical moment.

Wow!
To be continued...