When the overwhelming sword power, like falling snow through pear flowers, slashed down with a "boom" from the endless black sky, the surroundings fell silent.
"Take her away first."
Ye Xuan's eyes were incomparably determined, his expression solemn; he tightly gripped the Black Blade in his hand, and with one slash, cut down on those "tongues," slicing them apart instantly.
Ye Xuan's sword, sharp as Wuji, indestructible!
"Okay."
Robert Cain and Ye Xuan exchanged a serious glance and said in a grave voice, "Be careful."
Immediately, he rushed forward, picking up Li Xianjun; with a "boom," his legs shot out like rockets, charging into the night.
After Robert Cain and Li Xianjun left.
Ye Xuan's calm face bore a trace of disdainful cold smile, his eyes were as bright as if embedded with gold beads, casting a very cold gleam; he gazed forward into the darkness and said coldly, "Next, I will be your opponent!"
"Just you?"
