As long as you can accompany him, what does life and death have to do?

Seeing Ximen Qingluan strode towards him, Xia Qi raised his eyebrows and was about to step forward to stop the man, but Ye Xiu caught him.

"I'll do it! Don't let others interfere!"

Xia Qi frowned. As the guardian of the Witch God Sect, he has been educated since he can remember to protect the saint, the leader, and the young master.

Even though he had forgotten all of that, it had become an instinct.

"Okay!" But he would not refuse the young master's order. He whispered to Ye Xiudao, and then stepped aside, looking at Tang Qicai and others with gray eyes.

Tang Qicai and others raised their eyebrows, and Xia Qi did not show any aura, and they did not take him seriously, but seeing the other party's expression seemed to be a master?

Could it be a master who hides his own strength?

However, when she thought that she was not alone, Tang Qicai didn't care much about it.

Even if she is really a master, she has officially entered the Yuan Realm after practicing with several senior brothers just now and absorbing a lot of true energy from several senior brothers.

With the unique skills passed down by the master, she was not afraid even if the other party was a master of Yuan Realm, let alone, the senior brothers were still by their side.

Even if you have absorbed a lot of true energy by yourself, you are still four masters. Who dares to underestimate such a power?

Ye Xiu was not worried about having a powerful master like Xia Qi to press the formation. He just slowly pulled out the Mo Li sword and walked towards Ximen Qingluan.

He really wanted to see how powerful this genius, who was praised by the people of the Ximen family as a rare encounter in hundreds of years.

"Since you die!" Seeing that Ye Xiu was not afraid of him at all, Ximen Qingluan sneered, and the long sword in his hand shook. It was more than ten meters away from Ye Xiu, and he slashed out with a sword from the air.

A heavy sword like a mountain lit up and slashed at Ye Xiu hard.

Ye Xiu immediately felt a terrifying pressure coming, as if it was really like a mountain pressing towards him.

But even so, he still held Mo Li's sword tightly and slashed out with a backhand.

A sword light that was like a substance lit up and slashed on Ximen Qingluan's sword light.

The two sword lights collided fiercely, like two giant swords.

Finally, there was a loud "boom!" sound, and it exploded. Countless sword energy shot out, but the two young masters did not hesitate at all. Their bodies ejected out like sharp arrows at the same time, rushing towards the opponent with the raucous sword energy!

That was the peak showdown between two young sect masters!

"Dang!" With a crisp sound, the long swords in their hands collided together.

A handful of ink, a handful of mountains!

They are all famous swords, but in terms of material, they are not the same.

Ximen Qingluan's eyes twitched, and she didn't seem to expect that the other party could withstand his sword.

In addition to cutting iron like mud, the mountain in his hand was also extremely heavy, weighing more than 100 kilograms. He had always taken the lead in such a head-on attack, but he was still blocked by Ye Xiu.

He is worthy of being the one who can kill his father, brother and grandfather.

Ximen Qingluan let out a cold roar, his wrist trembled, and the heavy mountain sword turned into a thorn, piercing Ye Xiu's heart...
Chapter completed!