If Xiao Yang did not rescue him in time, the sword wind would slash on him, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Song Yingzong took back his long sword, and the pair of vulture-like eyes stared at Xiao Yang. After looking at him, he said coldly: "Boy from the Xiao family, do you think you can save him? You two are going to die here!"

Xiao Yang let go of Hongyu, walked forward, and said calmly: "Just just say such big words with a sword, it seems that the sect leader of the Demonic Dao is not very good, he is just a person with a false reputation!"

Just now, Xiao Yang had observed Song Yingzong's spiritual power cultivation in the duel between Hongyu and Song Yingzong, and was just a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul. Such cultivation can of course be killed instantly for a cultivator like Hongyu who has a small Nascent Soul Success, but the gap in cultivation between Song Yingzong and Xiao Yang is even greater than the gap in cultivation between him and Hongyu.

"Haha, I see when you can be stubborn!"

Song Yingzong let out two dry laughters in his throat. Before the laughter fell, his wrist holding the black sword shook in the air. The sword body of the sword vibrated and made a sound like a roar of mountains and roars. Several sword energy attacked from the black sword. The coverage was so wide that it was like dense raindrops like pouring rain, making nowhere to escape.

Hongyu personally experienced the power of Song Yingzong. Seeing that several sword energy came quickly with the sound of the wind, his heart suddenly sank, "Xiao Yang, please dodge!"

But he only saw Xiao Yang's hands in his pockets, standing still without moving, and his face was still filled with an unpredictable smile, and there was no panic in his eyes.

In an instant, several sword energy had arrived in front of Xiao Yang.

Bang bang bang-

Several sword energy attacked Xiao Yang, stirring up the dust on the surrounding ground and flying up. The strong waves of dust covered Xiao Yang.

"Haha, boy, see how you are still stubborn!"

Song Yingzong raised his head and laughed. The laughter echoed in this underground cave for a long time.

But just as the laughter fell, a figure came out of the dust wave.

The smug smile on Song Yingzong's face seemed to stagnate in an instant, his eyes widened, as if there were no eye sockets. The luster in his pupils flashed with fear and said repeatedly: "This... how is this possible!"

Xiao Yang walked out of the dust wave without any injuries with his pockets in his hands, and looked at Song Yingzong with a smile in his eyebrows, "It's my turn to take action now!"

Song Yingzong could not believe that Xiao Yang's spiritual power could withstand such a strong attack, but the facts were right in front of him, and Xiao Yang stood in front of him without even a trace of hair, which could not be allowed to believe it.

However, Xiao Yang was able to withstand such an attack so easily that his spiritual power cultivation was far above him, even beyond his level of imagination.

This is absolutely impossible!

Song Yingzong still couldn't believe it in his heart. He couldn't believe that a person who had only been exposed to the spiritual power of the martial arts world could reach such a terrifying level in such a short time.

"What? Is the leader of the Demonic Way scared?"

Xiao Yang's playful smile on his face became stronger and he teased.

"Let the horse come here!"
Chapter completed!