Chen Qingyang slightly examined Ye Bolong's body and found that there was no obvious trauma on his body. The strangest thing was that his appearance was obviously much older than when Chen Qingyang saw him before.

"Brother Yang, his power seems to have been sucked away by someone." Mu Ge said.

With Jing Muge's reminder, Chen Qingyang's hand was immediately placed on Ye Bolong's dantian.

Sure enough, his dantian had already broken apart due to its exhaustion of strength.

Ye Bolong's strength is not very strong in the world of cultivation today. Who is so cruel to suck his energy?

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the powerful immortal realm man from the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan opened his eyes and stared at Chen Bailang in the distance in a cold look.

His name is Xuanyuan Yi. He is an old monster that has lived for thousands of years in the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan. He had already entered the Immortal Realm more than two hundred years ago. However, in order to protect the Xuanyuan Sword of the Xuanyuan Clan, he did not let the predicted son of fate take him away, so he forcibly sealed his cultivation and did not break the void.

Now, in order to recover Xuanyuan Sword, Xuanyuan Yi has to break the seal and chase Chen Bailang all the way to this point.

Chen Bailang also slowly opened his eyes. It can be seen from his pale expression that his injuries were quite serious at this moment and he could not recover in a short period of time.

"Chen Bailang, I admit that your physical strength is very powerful. I actually fought against the three of us by myself. However, my immortal body recovers faster than you. You have no way to escape now. Hand over the Xuanyuan Sword obediently!" Xuanyuan Yi said coldly.

In the space sealed by these four sacred beasts, anyone's power is sealed, and even Xuanyuan Yi, who is a powerful immortal realm, can only rely on the power of his body to fight.

But what Xuanyuan Yi did not expect was that Chen Bailang's physical combat ability was extremely strong, and he resisted the siege of the three, and eventually all four were seriously injured.

Chen Bailang grabbed the Xuanyuan Sword and stood up slowly. His feet were obviously weak and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

Even if he can't stand steadily, how could he continue to fight with Xuanyuan Yi?

"Old guy, this Xuanyuan Sword is the main one. Even if you take it back, it will be just a sharp sword for your Xuanyuan clan. It is better to give it to me generously. Maybe in the future, I can let your Xuanyuan clan return to its peak and glory back to its peak in the past." Chen Bailang said.

Xuanyuan Yi's eyes turned cold, and he kept sneering at the prophecy. If Chen Bailang were a member of the Xuanyuan clan, he might not have stopped him.

But now that a person with a foreign surname becomes the master of Xuanyuan Sword is undoubtedly a blasphemy to the Xuanyuan clan.

Therefore, even if it goes against the will of ancestors, Xuanyuan Yi will take back the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Returning to the glory of the Xuanyuan clan, you can only rely on the Xuanyuan clan's own bloodline. As long as you kill you, the mark on the Xuanyuan sword will be erased. Its owner can only be named Xuanyuan." Xuanyuan Yi said coldly.

"Then there is no need to discuss it?" Chen Bailang asked shrugged.

"Swish!"

Xuanyuan Yi suddenly had a magical sword emitting purple light in his hand.

Although the sword power of this purple light sword is not as strong as that of the Xuanyuan sword, it was also created by the sword-making master of the Xuanyuan clan back then, and it is extremely powerful.

Even without any energy injection, you can still crack the metal and break the stone.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Yi's attitude was so strong, Chen Bailang held the Xuanyuan Sword and sneered: "Since that's the case, it would be better to break the jade than to make the whole thing."

Xuanyuan Yi frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Since I can't defend this Xuanyuan Sword, I can only destroy it. Don't think I'm scaring you. As its owner, I know how to destroy it." Chen Bailang said expressionlessly.

I have to admit that Chen Bailang's words indeed shocked Xuanyuan Yi.

"You dare!" Xuanyuan Yi roared angrily.

"Since I can't live, what else can I dare not?" Chen Bailang sneered.

"Old ancestor, don't be deceived by him. The Xuanyuan Sword was made of copper from the Caishou Mountain in the past. It has been nourished by the power of Huangdi. No one in the world can destroy it. How could he destroy the Xuanyuan Sword just by a mere mortal!"

The elder of the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan said.

Xuanyuan Yi then reacted, and said with a slightly ferocious expression: "I almost fell for you, Chen Bailang, no one can save you today!"

After saying that, Xuanyuan Yi raised the purple light sword in his hand and rushed towards Chen Bailang.

"Who said no one can save him!"

Suddenly, a very inappropriate voice sounded.

Chen Qingyang took two steps in three steps and flew away. Although the energy in his dantian was sealed, his physical strength was extremely powerful, and he could cross dozens of meters with one step.

"who?"

Xuanyuan Yi and others suddenly turned their eyes, and when they saw two young people appear, they all showed a look of surprise in their eyes.

Chen Bailang heard Chen Qingyang's familiar voice and thought he had auditory hallucinations. When he saw Chen Qingyang's face clearly, he felt as shocked as if he was overturned.

Chen Qingyang ignored Xuanyuan Yi and others, but walked straight towards Chen Bailang, with a faint smile on his face that would only appear in front of someone he was familiar with.

He first looked at Chen Bailang up and down a few times. To be honest, this was the first time he had seen such a embarrassed Chen Bailang.

"I haven't seen you for more than a year, so I can't recognize me?" Chen Qingyang said.

"Is it really you boy?" Chen Bailang asked with a smile of surprise in his miserable face.

When he learned that Chen Qingyang was involved in the dead domain of space, Chen Bailang was furious and fought a bloody path from the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan regardless of everything. He wanted to flatten the Shushan Sword Sect and avenge Chen Qingyang, but he was finally stopped by Huang Fengming. Then he was chased by the powerful people of the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan until now.

Chen Qingyang shrugged, glanced at the Xuanyuan Sword in Chen Bailang's hand, and said, "Is it worth it for it?"

If it weren't for the Xuanyuan Sword, Chen Bailang wouldn't have been in a mess for more than a year.

"Worth it!" Chen Bailang said, licking his dry lips, with an extremely firm look bursting out of his eyes.

"What's the reason?" Chen Qingyang asked in confusion.

He really couldn't understand why Chen Bailang was so persistent and did not hesitate to offend the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan and get the Xuanyuan Sword.

If he hadn't arrived in time today, Chen Bailang would have become a dead soul.

Chen Bailang grinned, and there was a hint of tenderness that Chen Qingyang had never seen on his face.

"In order to meet her, I need stronger strength." Chen Bailang said.

Chen Qingyang's body shook suddenly, and of course he could hear who "her" was referring to in Chen Bailang's mouth.

"Is she still alive?" Chen Qingyang asked softly, as if he was talking to himself.

"I'm sorry for keeping it from you, but from your tone, I seem to have guessed it long ago?" Chen Bailang said.
Chapter completed!