"Damn, I can tell at a glance that this old guy is not a good person!"

All Dingding looked full of contempt.

All the inheritors were unable to move, and Xu Huan no longer covered up anything. He began his plan and swallowed the inheritors.

One inheritor after another became shriveled.

And Xu Huan, like a hungry homeless man who had been long-term, suddenly tasted the most delicious food in the world. His face was filled with a look of enjoyment. He opened his arms to embrace the power that was about to come.

Yang Xingxia's eyes were greedy. Seeing the inheritor die in Xu Huan's hands, he yelled, "Old guy, why don't you wait for? Do you have to take away all the power that belongs to me?

Kill him!"

"Click!"

A crisp sound rang out of thin air, Yang Shoumeng raised his arm with difficulty, and more and more sword energy appeared behind Yang Shoumeng, and he was able to break free from the so-called heroic spirit.

"These powers belong to me!"

Xu Huan also became crazy, "No one can take away the things that belong to me."

Behind Xu Huan, a phantom appeared faintly. It was Xu Huan's heroic spirit. The heroic spirit who was sleeping and was about to wake up felt a large amount of heroic energy and was already on the verge of awakening.

"Kill him!"

Yang Xingxia roared.

The sword energy behind Yang Shoumeng rushed straight to Xu Huan.

"Yang Shou Tomb, let me try it out, how strong you are!"

A huge bow and arrow appeared in Xu Huan's hand. When Xu Huan pulled the bow, countless arrows formed behind him, "Go!"

The sword energy in the sky collided with the arrow.

The sound of "boom" kept ringing, the thick fog was shaken away, and the violent airflow kept rolling around.

Zhang Xuan lies dormant in the dark, waiting for an opportunity.

"Boy, you're so lucky. This is an opportunity for you."

The voice of the evil god sounded gently in Zhang Xuan's ears.

On the other side, the battle between Yang Shoumeng and Xu Huan will not last for too long. Once the two of them attack, they will be killing moves.

Xu Huan understood very well that the Yingling's suppression of Yang Shou Tomb is getting less and less effective. He has not fully absorbed the energy of these inheritors. Once Yang Shou Tomb breaks free from the constraints, he may not be his opponent.

Yang Shoumeng also understood what kind of consequences the heroic spirit fragments contained in these inheritors would be completely absorbed by a person. It is very likely that Xu Huan would directly step into the spirit control strength within this day. Once this is the case, it would be dangerous.

Both of them have their own ideas, and start to fight and strive to end the battle as fast as possible.

The explosion kept ringing, which was the hedging of spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy was raging, the storm was rising, the thick fog was blown away, and even the lake water on the lake began to churn. This was a battle between top-level strong men.

During a confrontation, the two flew backwards and fell to the ground. The result of this reckless action was to abandon all defenses and make the most violent attack.

However, Yang Shou’s tomb was obviously better than Xu Huan. As time went by, Yang Shou’s tomb was less and less suppressed, and Xu Huan had not had time to absorb the remaining energy of the heroes.

When the sword lights appeared in the sky behind Yang Shoumeng again, the arrows that appeared behind Xu Huan had already looked very dim.

"Xu Huan, you are calculating, but in the end you are just a useless person. Hahahaha, thank you for the feast you prepared for me!"

Yang Xingxia's laughter rang out.

Xu Huan's face looked particularly ugly. Arrows shot out from behind him, and he himself fled quickly into the fog.

Xu Huan is a very cunning person, ruthless and does not delay his work. He did not hesitate when killing those inheritors who respect him. Seeing that things were unexpected, he would not think about staying too much and fighting to the death. He was not a person who dared to fight.

"Want to run?"

Can you run away?"

Yang Xingxia yelled, "Old guy, I want his heroic spirit!"

"Old slave obeys the order."

Yang Shoumeng nodded, and the sword lights in the sky fused together, turned into a giant sword, and headed straight for Xu Huan's back heart.

At this moment, the old woman who had long fallen to the ground suddenly got up, rushed to Wei Lan, who was suppressed to the point where she could not move, grabbed Wei Lan and ran away.

At the same time, not far away, the voice of the evil god sounded in Zhang Xuan's ears again, "Boy, good opportunity, his energy has been exhausted. Now he is in a state of suppression, he is not your opponent. Kill him. There are many fragments of heroic spirits here, which are all big tonics for your war spirit!"

Zhang Xuan doesn't care whether the Hero Spirit fragments are tonics, but now he has the opportunity to attack Yang Shoumeng, so Zhang Xuan naturally won't miss this opportunity. Yang Xingxia has long been included in Zhang Xuan's heart. As Yang Xingxia's Taoist protector, Yang Shoumeng must be solved first.

A sharpness flashed in Zhang Xuan's eyes, and a purple magic sword appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Brother, let me pretend first!"

Quan Dingding, who had always been like an old monk sitting still, suddenly stood up, jumped hard, and shouted, "Bold demon, let go of Miss Wei Lan, look at my great power dragon!"

A whisk rose in the wind and headed straight for Yang Shou’s tomb.

Yang Shou Tomb's expression changed. He didn't care about the Great Powerful Tianlong, but the mysterious swordsman who appeared at the same time as the Great Powerful Tianlong appeared was what Yang Shou Tomb should pay attention to.

The sudden appearance of Quan Dingding was obviously beyond everyone's expectations. Those inheritors never expected that the monk who was driven away by them would appear at this time to deal with Yang Shou's tomb.

Yang Shoumeng waved his hand and slapped Quan Dingding who was leaping over. His eyes were locked behind Quan Dingding. At the same time, the lightsword chasing Xu Huan suddenly accelerated and nailed Xu Huan who was escaping to the ground. Yang Shoumeng didn't even look at Xu Huan again. All his thoughts were on the mysterious swordsman now.

A figure gradually came from the thick fog, and the purple light seemed particularly weird in the darkness.

"Yang Shou's tomb, long time no see."

Zhang Xuan's voice sounded, and he appeared in Yang Shou Tomb's sight with a smile.

"It's you."

Yang Shoutu's eyes became more solemn. Yang Shoutu was very clear about Zhang Xuan's identity. Yang Shoutu was very afraid of this fairy lotus. Even if the strength shown by Zhang Xuan was nothing to Yang Shoutu, the title of Lu Xian alone forced Yang Shoutu to pay attention to it.

"Brother Zhang!"

Wei Lan screamed in surprise when she saw Zhang Xuan.

The old woman beside Wei Lan frowned. She couldn't understand how courage this young man, who didn't seem to have much strength, had to stand in front of Yang Shou's tomb.
Chapter completed!