Han Yijian's figure suddenly disappeared, and nine Nine Heavens Soaring Swords floated above Xu Xiwang's head from nine directions, carrying sharp sword light, and slashed down towards Xu Xiwang.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A series of chaotic whistling sounds came from the blades of the nine longswords.

Xu Xiwang's pupils contracted as he watched the long sword thrusting towards him, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

Bang bang bang!

The nine swords pierced through the void, punched through the ground, and sank deep into the soil, leaving behind trenches several feet deep, with dust flying everywhere.

Xu Xiwang was terrified. If he had been a fraction of a second slower, he would probably be a corpse by now.

"snort!"

Han Yijian snorted coldly, and nine figures appeared simultaneously behind Xu Xiwang.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Han Yijian said coldly.

"You think I'm only good at defense?"

Xu Xiwang said coldly, gripping the spear tightly with both hands. A golden lightning surged from his body, and streams of golden electricity flowed through the spear shaft, radiating intense fluctuations.

"not good!"

Han Yijian's expression changed drastically as he sensed a dangerous aura enveloping him.

With a flick of his finger, Xu Xiwang sent the silver-white spear flying from his hand, transforming it into a streak of silver light that arced across the sky before shooting towards Han Yijian's chest.

At that moment, Han Yu and Han Ling'er, who had been hiding in the shadows, suddenly appeared behind Xu Xiwang.

The two men raised their hands and grabbed at Xu Xiwang's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

"Did you hit it?!"

He's definitely going to die!

As soon as the two men grabbed Xu Xiwang's shoulders, two long swords pierced through his body in an instant, leaving him covered in blood and the sound of bones shattering was chilling.

Han Yu and Han Ling'er exchanged a glance, their joy evident on their faces.

"What are you laughing at?"

A deep, hoarse voice came from behind them.

Han Yu and Han Ling'er were shocked, their hearts skipping a beat.

They turned around and saw Xu Xiwang standing coldly behind them, holding a long spear, his gaze fixed on them like that of a hawk.

"How is that possible!"

Looking at Xu Xiwang, whom they had killed, his figure suddenly vanished like a candle flickering in the wind, leaving not even a trace behind.

All of this seemed very sudden, catching Han Yu and his companion off guard.

"It's fake! It's all fake!"

Han Ling'er screamed in panic!

Han Yu's expression changed drastically: "Not good! Run!"

Han Yu and Han Ling'er took off running.

Whoosh!

Just as the two were fleeing, a ball of flame suddenly rose from the spot.

The flames burned fiercely, engulfing Han Yu and his companion like a sea of ​​fire.

"ah!"

A heart-wrenching wail echoed from the sea of ​​fire.

Han Yijian frowned and tried to save Han Yu, but in an instant, Han Yu's body was burned to ashes.

Han Ling'er was severely burned in the sea of ​​fire, and barely survived thanks to a treasure!

"this……"

In the distance, Han Yijian stared blankly at the flames before him, speechless for a long time.

This flame... it has an aura of chaos!

But he still resolutely walked into the sea of ​​fire, with Han Ling'er still inside!

"Kid, hurry up and take him down, let me devour his soul and help your unlucky friend return to his body."

The demon within Xu Xiwang muttered in dissatisfaction.

Xu Xiwang glared at it, "Letting you absorb him would only hasten my death, wouldn't it?"

"Then do you have a way?!" the demon grumbled.

Xu Xiwang took a deep breath and looked at Han Yijian in the sea of ​​fire.

This flame was forged by combining various powers with Netherfire, making it incredibly powerful.

If a martial artist in the Holy Realm touches a flame, they will instantly vanish into thin air.

It can be said that no one with the strength to hope for victory could possibly contend with them.

Han Yijian walked towards Han Ling'er as if she were alone, and the ground cracked with every step he took.

He was engulfed in black flames, like a demon crawling out of hell, exuding an aura of destruction.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the sky and earth changed color, the entire heavens darkened, dark clouds gathered, lightning bolts danced wildly, and the celestial phenomena suddenly became unpredictable.

Han Yijian's forehead veins bulged as he unleashed a punch, a violent burst of energy sweeping away all the flames.

Finally, he came to Han Ling'er, squatted down, reached out and stroked her delicate face, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Han Ling'er's eyes welled up with tears. She clung tightly to Han Yijian's neck, sobbing, "Grandpa, Ling'er is scared! I'm afraid of dying! Waaah..."

"good!"

Han Yijian gently comforted her, then stood up and looked at Xu Xiwang in the distance.

"Young Master Xu, this is our duel! Let's find another place, so as not to involve innocent bystanders."

He picked up Han Ling'er, leaped away from the sea of ​​fire, and stood facing Xu Xiwang from a distance, gazing at each other.

Both men had solemn expressions, and their auras rose to their peak.

"You should know that only one of us will leave here alive today!"

Han Yijian said indifferently, his eyes deep and cold, like the vastness of the stars, making it difficult for people to fathom his thoughts.

Xu Xiwang sneered, "Who do you think will leave here alive?"

"In my eyes, you are already dead."

Han Yijian spoke calmly.

His aura was ethereal and otherworldly, as if he were a banished immortal descending to earth, making him someone one dared not profane.

But a jet-black gas slowly emanated from his body, enveloping him.

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