I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

Zhang Liang and Yan Lu, who originally planned to intervene, watched the excitement with their hands behind their backs.

In fact, they were also very curious about how long Wang Xuan could last.

Because normally speaking, even for a twelfth-rank martial artist, the depletion of true qi is very serious after such a long time and such a fast speed.

But Wang Xuan didn't seem to be weakening at all, which already showed that Wang Xuan's true energy was much stronger than others.

"How long do you think he can last?"

Yan Lu asked lightly.

He was also somewhat curious about the student Wang Xuan.

With his ingenuity, he knew that Wang Xuan came to Xiaoshengxianzhuang, definitely not just to be a disciple.

It's the twelfth grade, what else do you need to do in Little Sage Village, it must be arranged by Zhang Liang.

For Zhang Liang, a younger brother, many schemes are unclear.

However, Yan Lu is a bit more Buddhist than he is, so he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

"He should impress us all."

Zhang Liang said speciously, he didn't know either.

Yan Lu smiled, but didn't speak.

On the other side, even the battle between Fu Nian and Xue Yihou stopped, and he was attracted by the things here.

"What a waste, even a boy can't catch up."

Xue Yihou snorted coldly.

Somewhat dissatisfied with the coir raincoat.

Fu Nian smiled happily.

"Xue Yihou, it seems that you are nothing special at night, a group of mobs, even an ordinary disciple of my little Shengxian village can't compare."

"Is this an ordinary disciple? As far as I know, he is the son of General Wang Ben."

Fu Nian's expression changed when he heard this, he glanced at Wang Xuan's position, and didn't speak again.

Wang Xuan's speed was getting faster and faster, and he would turn around and make fun of him from time to time, which made the coir raincoat guest so angry.

Later, the coir raincoat also saw how cheap Wang Xuan was, so he simply ignored Wang Xuan, but held back all his energy, trying to exhaust Wang Xuan's true energy, and then capture him.

Finally, the coir raincoat saw that Wang Xuan's speed in front of him seemed to have slowed down, and a look of excitement appeared on his face.

Just when the distance between him and Wang Xuan was getting closer and closer, when he was about to catch Wang Xuan.

Suddenly, Wang Xuan turned his head and shouted: "Third Master, strike him to death."

The coir raincoat was shocked when he heard this.

He thought that Zhang Liang had really sneaked up behind him, and when he turned around, there was nothing there, so there was no one there.

Turning his head again, he saw that Wang Xuan had already thrown off his steps and was running wildly forward.

"Anger +999."

"I'm Nima."

The coir raincoat was a little skeptical about life.

How can a person be so cheap.

While running, Wang Xuan twisted his buttocks, he was as cheap as his grandma's house.

Looking at Wang Xuan's ass, the coir raincoat couldn't help but get angry.

"Hurry up, don't keep following me and eat farts."

Wang Xuan's cheap voice came.

He suddenly saw Huang Xuan's speed slowing down in front of him.

The coir raincoat's eyes suddenly brightened, is the other party's true energy finally exhausted?

Seeing the opponent running so hard, the opportunity finally came.

"Nimma, I endured all the way, and finally got the chance."

With a sneer, he speeded up.

Results in the next second.

"Whoosh!"

Wang Xuan shot out like an arrow leaving the string, a few minutes faster than the speed just now.

"Anger +799."

Nima, why is this kid so strong?

Is the twelfth rank so strong now?

The coir raincoat took a deep breath, and got angry this time.

No matter what tricks Wang Xuan played, he didn't care about it, he just ran wildly.

Half an hour later, Wang Xuan ran more and more joyously, even in the process of running, he realized several special steps, awesome and coaxing with lightning, that was called jubilation.

Gradually, Wang Xuan has noticed that the coir raincoat's speed is not as fast as before.

He waited for the opponent's speed to weaken, and then he counterattacked, and fourteenth-rank masters could still beat violently.

The coir raincoat also noticed the insufficiency of his physical condition.

And looking at Wang Xuan again, the coir raincoat is fast, he is fast, and the coir raincoat is slow, he is slow, it seems that he has infinite true energy.

He vaguely had a bad feeling rising.

The other party is really the twelfth grade?Could it be the fourteenth rank or even the fifteenth rank, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Otherwise, it doesn't make sense for a twelfth-rank to be stronger than his fourteenth-rank.

Besides, as the leader of the assassins in South Korea, the coir raincoat was a well-known figure in the era of the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period. How could he have suffered such a loss or suffered such anger.

But when he met Wang Xuan, he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

As far as the actual damage that Wang Xuan did to him, there was no other damage except for the cut that Wang Xuan inadvertently made on his arm.

But Wang Xuan's strength is not in force, but in mental attack.

In fact, the coir raincoat was a little restless at this moment.

One is that he found that Emperor Xuan seemed to be hiding his strength, and he was far stronger than he imagined, and the other was that after such a run, his true energy was already somewhat insufficient, and his strength was declining.

If it was said that Zhang Liang and Yan Lu were able to fight each other before, then I am afraid that Zhang Liang or Yan Lu will not be an opponent now.

But the problem is, this guy Wang Xuan is still running fast, he has no chance to get back the fishing rod at all, and his combat power is [-]% weaker.

Just when the coir raincoat was hesitating whether to continue chasing, Wang Xuan had already stopped.

Then with a wave of his hand, more than 40 flying swords flew into the sky again, densely arranged in the sky.

"It's this trick again."

The coir raincoat didn't take it seriously at first, but when Wang Xuan let out a roar and the more than 40 flying swords whizzed out, the terrifying aura suddenly made him realize that ordinary people can't last long with the Ten Thousand Swords Art. Time, true energy will be exhausted.

But Wang Xuan was different, after running for such a long time, his true qi still showed no signs of weakening, one could imagine how strong this guy's true qi was.

Then it is not surprising that Master Wan Jianjue can persist for a long time.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

While the coir raincoat was stunned, more than 40 flying swords had already flown down.

Every flying sword has sword energy surging on it.

Ordinary strong masters control Wanjianjue, but the true energy is actually dispersed.

That is to say, each sword is weakened countless times compared to the usual attack, and it may be less than one-tenth or two-tenths.

But Wang Xuan's move is different, judging by the imposing manner of this sword, I am afraid that every sword is equivalent to a blow from the peak of the twelfth rank.

If more than 40 swords are added together, it is equivalent to more than 40 twelfth-rank swords launching an attack together.

The coir raincoat finally understood what kind of existence he was facing.

This is a person who is close to Dacheng in the way of cheapness and the way of swordsmanship.

Chapter 508

Facing Emperor Xuan's attack, Coir Clothed Man resolutely chose to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

If he had the fishing rod in hand, he might have resisted Wang Xuan's attack, but now that he didn't have the fishing rod, he couldn't use his flesh and blood to block it.

Seeing that those flying swords were so fierce, he couldn't care less about face now.

With such a severe consumption of zhenqi and greatly reduced strength, the coir raincoat no longer wants to take down Emperor Xuan.

Originally, even if the true energy is insufficient, it is still very stable to deal with a twelfth-rank strength with the strength of the fourteenth rank.

But this guy Wang Xuan is not an ordinary twelfth rank.

The coir raincoat suspects that this guy is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and it is very likely that he is the fourteenth rank, maybe even stronger than himself.

After all, such a cheap person can't do anything.

"Whoosh."

The lightness skill of the coir raincoat is still very high.

More than 40 swords were easily dodged by him.

At this moment, the coir raincoat looked back on the whole process, and felt that he must have been fooled by Wang Xuan.

I am afraid that there is no hope of breaking into the library today.

At this time, seeing that the coir raincoat didn't intend to chase him, Wang Xuan quit.

Since you can't brush your anger, what's the use of you?

I saw him push the Wanjian Jue, and the over 40 swords that had fallen down suddenly turned a corner, turned into a dragon with sword aura, and rushed towards the coir raincoat.