Chapter 599 Da Hantian

Yuan Xiucheng's black robe surged. He stretched out his hand, his index finger and ring finger together, unbiasingly clamping onto Xu Han's sword. At the same time, a black barrier surged out from his body, blocking all the sword shadows summoned by the black divine sword.

At that time, a sinister smile appeared on the corners of his mouth as he teased, "This sword is not bad."

Xu Han, who was stopped by the ambush, did not reveal the slightest bit of panic on his face. He also smiled and said, "Is that so? There is something even better."

As he finished speaking, the flesh and blood under his clothes bulged, and boundless blood energy surged within his body.

His grip on the sword suddenly loosened, his body slightly turning sideways, and then his other hand slammed onto the hilt of the black longsword after he finished storing his strength.

How powerful was the physical strength of a half-step Immortal Realm cultivator? It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was destroying mountains and shaking mountains. This kind of force surged towards the sword hilt and finally reached Yuan Xiu's fingers that were clamping onto the sword hilt.

The ferocious smile on Yuan Xiucheng's face dissipated at that moment, turning into a wisp of dense shock.

His body retreated abruptly, and the fingers that had just grabbed Xu Han's sword were already bloody and fleshy.

However, Xu Han's body did not stop. He held the pitch-black longsword again and charged towards Yuan Xiucheng. The sword intent and killing intent that covered his entire body made Yuan Xiucheng not dare to doubt the youth's determination to take his life at this moment.

"What are you waiting for? Stop him!" Yuan Xiucheng, who was aware of this, shouted loudly.

The two guards who had just opened the door for him immediately responded and charged straight at Xu Han.

Previously, Xu Han did not take the two of them seriously. At this moment, when the two of them attacked, the fist wind could actually cause waves of strong winds. Xu Han's heart trembled as he realized that the two guards were hiding something. He had no choice but to stop attacking Yuan Xiucheng. The sword in his hand stood on his chest, and the three thousand golden sword shadows suddenly wrapped around Xu Han's body, turning into a sword shadow shield.

Boom! Boom!

The fists of the two guards smashed into Xu Han's sword-shadow shield fiercely, causing ferocious bloodstains to instantly appear on their fists. Xu Han's body couldn't help but tremble. Although he wasn't seriously injured in this collision, he couldn't help but feel the blood energy in his body churn.

This was not an ordinary matter, especially for Xu Han, who had already reached the Half-step Immortal Realm.

Being able to inflict such injuries on his physical body under the protection of the Sword Shadow Barrier meant that the physical cultivation of these two guards was probably already at the same level as Xu Han.

Xu Han's expression darkened. He suddenly understood the identities of these two guards. They were the Holy Sons that Jiang Yue had mentioned!

"I didn't expect that Lord Yuan would also hide behind others when he shrank his head." Xu Han said coldly as he looked at Yuan Xiucheng standing behind the two guards.

However, such a low level of provocation was obviously not enough to shake Yuan's temperament. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Xu Han, your brute strength can't defeat the Dark Asura Palace, nor your destiny. How can you not learn so many times?"

"Is that so?" Xu Han asked softly.

Then, the sword intent around him began to surge, and a burst of sword light lit up in his eyes.

His body suddenly jumped up, and the sword shadows wrapped around his body surged out, standing on his side. The golden sword light surged, and the temperature around him suddenly dropped a few degrees.

The golden sword shadows began to disappear one after another under this chill. Yuan Xiucheng frowned again when he saw this scene. He did not understand what Xu Han was doing, but he could smell the killing intent surging under this chill.

"Be careful." He whispered. Black Qi once again surged out from under his robe and wrapped around his body. The two Saint Sons also raised their brows and mobilized their flesh power to the limit.

In this dim corridor, the chill grew heavier and heavier. Standing here, it was as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

Suddenly, a thin object descended from the horizon. Yuan Xiucheng subconsciously looked up and saw a snow-white object floating down. A Saint Son in front of him reached out and caught the thing. He placed it in his palm and carefully measured it. Then, he turned around and looked at Yuan Xiucheng and said, "It's snowflakes."

"Huh?" Yuan Xiucheng was stunned. They were in the underground corridor, how could they see snow? But soon the confusion on his face turned into shock. He shouted, "Throw it away!"

The Holy Son was about to move when he heard this, but he was still a step slower. The seemingly harmless snowflakes suddenly turned into sharp ice crystals, and boundless sword intent gushed out from them, directly separating his fingers.

At that moment, Xu Han's voice sounded again.

He seemed to murmur, and said with a heavenly might, "Great Cold Heavens!"

As soon as this sound fell, snowflakes fell from the sky. Each snowflake turned into sharp ice crystals as it fell, carrying boundless sword intent and surging towards Yuan Xiucheng and the others.

Those ice crystals frantically rushed towards the three Yuan Cultivators. Although the two Saint Sons were blocking the path left and right, However, he was still unable to avoid being cut open by the ice crystals, and streams of purple blood flowed out. The black barrier created by Yuan Xiucheng had managed to block the impact of the ice crystals for a short period of time, but every time it struck, the aura on the barrier had weakened by a bit. Obviously, he could not resist Xu Han's strange move for a long time.

Yuan Xiucheng's expression became extremely ugly when he realized this. At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind him.

Yuan Xiucheng caught a glimpse of the group of guards who were rushing over. He shouted, "Bring me the Holy Marquis!"

Hearing this, Xu Han frowned. The Saint Son had already reached the half-step Immortal Realm. Was the so-called Saint Marquis not an Immortal Realm expert? Xu Han didn't dare to push it up. The sword light in his hand grew brighter and brighter. The ice crystals that fell on his head became denser. Under such a dense killing move, Yuan Xiuzheng and the two Holy Sons finally couldn't hold on any longer. Their bodies retreated explosively and fell to the ground.

"Let's go!" At that time, Xu Han said softly. Behind him, Liu Sheng and Fang Ziyu, who were holding the old man hostage, suddenly rushed out. They looked at Xu Han and were about to say something when Xu Han said again, "We don't have much time. Let's go rescue Jiang Lai first."

Hearing this, the two of them nodded and didn't say anything else. They followed Xu Han out of the dark corridor.

Yuan Xiucheng, who stood up, watched Xu Han and the others leave with resentment. His expression changed for a while, and finally turned into a fierce expression like that of a ghost.

"It's time to serve His Majesty." He turned his head to look at the two heavily injured Saint Sons behind him and said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, a hesitation flashed in the eyes of the two of them, but this hesitation was quickly replaced by a surge of fanaticism. As a result, some sort of aura surged out of their bodies. Purple light surged up from their foreheads. His clothes began to explode, and his body began to expand. Purple scales began to cover their bodies, and boundless momentum poured out from the Sacred Palace.

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