Chapter 3208 Ding Xian, Death!

"How can it be?"

If the onlookers were only horrified when they saw such a scene, Ding Xiran, the genius of Zhaoxinglou, who was one of the parties involved, was really frightened, and even exclaimed directly.

As a fifth-rank immortal genius who came out of Zhaixinglou, Ding Xiran's sword just now was unbelievably fast.

Even Yu Wencheng and Chu Ran, the two same fifth-rank immortals, felt a chill on the back of their necks, and they were completely unsure of being able to react.

Including the genius Zhang Mingze from the Thunder Palace of the Moon God Palace, he was also very surprised. Although he somewhat blamed Ding Xiran for taking the shot without authorization, he actually had great hopes for that sword strike.

But now, the rough-clothed youth named Yun Xiao just turned around slightly, and his fingers came later, pinching the black sword before it pierced his back heart.

What amazing reaction and speed does this require?

In the eyes of others, Yun Xiao's movements seemed to be extremely slow, but in the eyes of a genius like Tao Zhiting and Zhang Mingze, it was extremely slow.

The fact is indeed so, if it is not so fast, how could Yun Xiao catch Ding Xiran's black sword so skillfully, and how could it be so calm?

"Give up!"

After all, Ding Xiran is a genius in Zhaixinglou, and he can't be a genius who devotes himself to hard work.

He has experienced countless fierce battles in his life, and his combat experience is extremely rich, so after a brief shock, he has already recovered.

When Ding Xiran yelled, all the pulses in his body rushed out in an instant.

Even the other hand was on the hilt of the black sword, trying to pull the black sword back from between Yun Xiao's fingers.

From Ding Xiran's point of view, when he swiped with all his strength, the two fingers of the boy in rough clothes could never control his black sword anymore.

Maybe even two fingers will be cut off directly by accident.

Although the rank of this black sword is not as high as that of the high-grade fairy weapon, the Black Star Sword, it is still a rare sharp weapon.

In other words, Yun Xiao pinched the blade with two fingers. If he was cut by the blade, his fingers would definitely be severed.

"Give up!"

However, just when Ding Xiran was full of confidence and the eyes of the onlookers were watching, from the mouth of the rough-clothed young man, he drank the same two words as Ding Xiran just now.

"Is he going to use the wooden sword?"

At this moment, many cultivators including Tao Zhiting and Zhang Mingze subconsciously thought that Yun Xiao was going to use that weird wooden sword.

Because only in this way can Zhang Mingze let go as he said.

No one doubts the power of that wooden sword now. Hua Wuxian and Bu Denggao just now all died under that wooden sword, and its grade is definitely higher than the black sword in Ding Xiran's hand.

Including Ding Xiran himself, everyone was guarding against the wooden sword Yun Xiao held in his right hand. He made up his mind that as long as Yun Xiao swung the sword down, if he hadn't drawn back the black sword, he would give it up immediately.

"Um?"

Thoughts turned in Ding Xiran's mind, but at the next moment, he didn't see the rough-clothed young man in front of him, his right hand moved in the slightest, and the wooden sword was still hanging down on his right side with the point of the sword pointing to the ground.

It's a pity that after a while, Ding Xiran no longer has these thoughts.

He only felt an incomparable force from the end of the black sword in his hand, which made him unable to help but let go of the hilt of the black sword in his hand.

"Damn it, this kid wants to grab the sword with physical strength!"

At this moment, Ding Xiran suddenly understood what Yun Xiao was thinking.

This rough-clothed boy never thought of using the wooden sword in his right hand, but just relied on pure physical strength to grab the sword.

Even from the induction of the black sword blade, Ding Xiran did not sense that Yun Xiao had exerted even the slightest pulse, which was real physical strength.

But it was this pure physical strength that made Ding Xiran clenched his pulse so much that he didn't even hold on for two breaths, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out.

After a period of violent friction, the black sword in Ding Xiran's hand certainly changed hands, but the palms of his hands holding the black sword tightly felt a burning pain.

To be honest, although Ding Xiran is not a cultivator who is good at physical strength, he comes from Zhaxing Tower, and with the physical strength of the pulse energy of the fifth-rank immortal, he will definitely not be much worse than the pulse demon of some fourth-rank immortals.

But even with such power, under the two fingers of the rough-clothed young man, it seemed like nothing, and the black sword in his hand was taken away in an instant.

Such a comparison, many people gasped, Yun Xiao, who secretly reappeared outside, seemed that even his physical strength had improved a lot compared to seven days ago.

The fact is indeed the case. Yun Xiao, who has broken through to the fifth-rank immortal, at least with pure physical strength, is already comparable to the pulse demon of the sixth-rank immortal, let alone against humans of the same level?

If you meet some cultivators who specialize in physical strength, such as Chu Ran from the Iron Mountain Sect over there, maybe Yun Xiao can't do this with the strength of two fingers alone.

But with just one Ding Xiran, there can be no accidents.

"It's just a middle-grade fairy weapon, which doesn't fit your status as a genius in Zhaixinglou!"

Yun Xiao didn't care about Ding Xiran's thoughts. Seeing him swinging the black sword he had grabbed with his left hand, he said regretful words, and even contained undisguised sarcasm, which made Ding Xiran's face turn pale in an instant.

The genius of the Zhaixinglou is suffering. He originally had a high-grade fairy weapon. Isn't this ruined by you kid?

It's unbearable for this nasty little bastard to speak sarcasticly here.

"Forget it, the middle-grade fairy weapon is just a middle-grade fairy weapon, but I don't know if your bones are as hard as a middle-grade fairy weapon?"

But Yun Xiao's next few words made the genius of Zhaoxinglou no longer have the heart to think about other things.

Because he suddenly saw that Yun Xiao directly held the black sword between two fingers, and stabbed towards his chest.

At this moment, the tip of the black sword was still smiling at Yun, which meant that what stabbed Ding Xiran was only the sharp and blunt hilt of the black sword, which didn't look too threatening.

But Ding Xiran, who had just seen Yun Xiao's physical strength, looked at the Wufeng sword hilt stabbing towards his chest, and couldn't help being horrified.

Because he knew clearly that if he was really stabbed by the hilt of the sword between Yun Xiao's two fingers, even if he could save his life, he would probably end up seriously injured.

At this time, Ding Xiran no longer has the slightest confidence in his physical strength, or even the cultivation of a fifth-rank immortal, and at the same time regrets that he was still reckless after all.

It's a pity that since Yun Xiao seized this opportunity, how could Ding Xiran escape?

Although he has friendship with Shen Xingmou, but this Ding Xiran is the disciple of the Great Elder of Zhaixinglou, and Yun Xiao also knows that Shen Xingmou and the Great Elder are not compatible, so he does not have too much psychological burden.

What's more, as soon as Ding Xiran heard his name, he immediately shouted and shouted.

It is impossible for Yun Xiao to let go of anyone who attacks him, and he is not a good man or a believer.

"You can't take it hard!"

Ding Xiran's reaction was not too slow, and he had already made a decision in an instant. He wanted to avoid the fatal blow first, and then join Tao Zhiting and Zhang Mingze to kill Yun Xiao together.

As for the black sword, a middle-grade fairy weapon, if you lose it, you lose it. It's just a weapon, so how can your own life be so important?

"Want to run? It's too late!"

However, just when Ding Xiran made up his mind to avoid the front for the time being, from the mouth of the rough-clothed youth on the opposite side, he yelled again, and then he saw the other party's eyes turned into pitch black.

What no one noticed was that at this time, from Yunxiao's back to the neck, two mysterious ancestral veins exuded a faint black light, which were exactly the ancestral veins of the soul that ordinary people could not reach.

Today's Yun Xiao, after breaking through to the fifth-grade immortal venerable in the cultivation of pulse qi, the power of the soul has also broken through to the middle level of the immortal rank, and the use of the soul's ancestral veins has also been raised to a higher level.

Therefore, at this moment, Yun Xiao instantly activated the power of his ancestral veins, which was similar to the scene where he used the Yulong Sword to stab the spirit to influence the steps to ascend the height. It also ruined the opponent's chance to dodge.

Ding Xiran himself is not a pulse refiner, and his soul power is not even comparable to Bu Deng Gao, so when Yun Xiao's eyes became as black as ink, his mind suddenly became chaotic.

The fate of this genius in the Star-chasing Tower is not much different from Bu Denggao, the vice president of the Xuanyun Chamber of Commerce just now. At least the result is the same, but the way of death is slightly different.

While Ding Xiran's mind became chaotic, Yun Xiao's movements did not stop at all.

Seeing him send it forward slightly, and then the hilt of the black sword pierced into the heart of the genius of Zhaixinglou like a prickly tofu.

"ah!"

It wasn't until this time that Ding Xiran's mind finally became clear again, but when he saw the black sword stuck in his chest, he couldn't help but let out an earth-shattering cry of panic.

In this cry, what contained the most was definitely not the meaning of pain, but a touch of extreme panic and despair.

Because Ding Xiran felt that his heart was smashed by the hilt of the sword in an instant.

Regardless of whether Ding Xiran is a genius who came out of the Zhaixing Building or not, after his heart is broken, even if a top-level god-level senior pulse trainer arrives, he will not be able to bring him back to life at all.

At the moment before he died, Ding Xiran's mind quickly flashed through his short life, and the countless times he trampled the enemy under his feet, and finally it was fixed on the rough-clothed youth in front of him.

It can be said that Ding Xiran's life is not a mediocre life.

Since he became famous, he has never lost a single defeat in hundreds of battles. Even against Zhang Mingze from the Moon God Palace, he only got a tie.