As Han Xuan shouted lightly, the ground with Han Xuan as the center vibrated violently, and Han Xuan's strength gradually increased. Although the muscles did not change much significantly, as he used his power, the vibration of the ground also intensified, and then there was a slight shaking. At this time, lightning rose into the air and turned into a true body, looking down at Han Xuan in the air.
After a while, Han Xuan's power seemed to have reached its limit, and the ground was shaking even more powerfully. At this moment, a "sniff" sound was heard, as if the Destroying Spirit Sword that had fallen to the ground and took root, finally loosened for the first time in history. Although it was only a small part of Han Xuan pulled out, this subtle change was clearly seen by lightning. He was so excited that he even made a cheerful roar.
But Han Xuan was not too happy. At this time, his power was approaching his limit, but he felt that he was still a little short of his desire to destroy the spirit sword. Han Xuan still tried his best to use all the power he could use on his hands, thinking about the efforts and hardships he had put in over the past year, which made the anger that had been silent for a year in his heart ignited again.
Han Xuan kept reminding himself in his heart: "I have been tripped here for more than a year, and my efforts cannot be in vain. Today, no matter what, I will uproot this hateful spirit-destroying sword."
Han Xuan thought in his heart, and the power on his hands increased a little further. He gritted his teeth and insisted, and the spirit-destroying sword was pulled out again. However, Han Xuan was not satisfied with this progress. Just when his anger reached its peak, the blood crystal in Han Xuan's heart that had not been moving for several years suddenly emitted thousands of bright lights, which were revealed from Han Xuan's body. The lightning in the air saw that Han Xuan's defense had turned into a bright white color, and even his face seemed to be unable to see clearly.
And just then Han Xuan suddenly shouted: "Fuck you come out for me."
Then he saw Han Xuan stomping the ground with his right foot, and suddenly a large piece of fire spurted out from his hands and attached to the Spirit-Destroying Sword. At the same time, Han Xuan's whole body jumped up several feet like a dry land, and he saw that at this time, he was still holding the Spirit-Destroying Sword that was now surrounded by fire element.
When Han Xuan fell back to the ground again, he lay down to the ground. Although he had not lost consciousness, he had no extra strength to stand up again. The white light on his body had already been retracted into his body. The fire element on the Spirit-Destroying Sword had disappeared, and there was no trace of the sword's body left because of the burn just now.
Lightning swooped down immediately, rolled up Han Xuan's body and rushed into the distance. Looking at Han Xuan who was still lying weakly, there was a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth. Lightning then became smaller and rushed to Han Xuan and said, "Brother Xuan, congratulations, you succeeded."
Han Xuan, who was facing backwards, lay on the ground and laughed loudly, saying to himself: "Yes, I succeeded, I finally succeeded."
And at this moment, an ancient vicissitudes of life suddenly appeared and said, "Who is it! Who pulled the spirit-destroying sword?"
Hearing this voice, Lightning immediately stared at the deep pit left by pulling out the Spirit-Destroying Sword, but Han Xuan was still lying there, and said with a smile on his face, "Haha, I pulled the sword, but no matter who you are, don't disturb me now. I want to take a good rest. I'm so tired."
Anyone who hears Han Xuan's words would feel uncomfortable, but the voice was really obedient and did not continue to ask. Lightning was still crystallly beside Han Xuan, never leaving. The sound just now appeared very suddenly. Lightning kept paying attention to Han Xuan and did not find where the sound came from. But now it seems that at least there should be no danger before Han Xuan got up.
Han Xuan was really exhausted at this time, and there was a feeling of sourness everywhere on his body. He had already guessed the sound just now. As for the arrogant words he said just now, Han Xuan was also tempted. If it was as he guessed, even if he was arrogant, it would be fine. But if he guessed wrongly, the other party would be angry and sold and killed him. Han Xuan was not afraid at that time, because he was still trembling with a white mist-shaped air ball in his hand, which was already the dragon breath given by Qinglong.
Han Xuan had already thought that once the other party was angry with his words and attacked him, he would definitely use the dragon breath twice at the same time without hesitation, and then hide in the Xuantian Soul Jade with lightning. As for whether he can escape from here, it is not something that needs to be considered now.
There is no way to do this. If the other party is given too many opportunities to observe him, it will probably be more difficult to deal with. After all, Han Xuan can't even use any power, let alone combat. If Han Xuan hadn't consumed much soul power at this time and could still use dragon breath, Han Xuan would have to leave his fate. Even he himself did not expect that pulling out the Destroying Sword would exhaust all his strength, but as long as there was a slight chance, Han Xuan would consider the matter carefully just in case.
But the result seemed to be a bit redundant, but this was the result Han Xuan wanted to see most at this time. No one would hope that after doing his best, he would get an empty ending, and even provoke any strong opponents, which would be even more miserable.
But the facts proved that Han Xuan's luck was really good, and he got what he wanted again. At least now it seems that he still has the opportunity to confirm whether the origin of water under the Destroying Spirit Sword was the one he perceived.
However, before this, Han Xuan needed some time to recover his body, and at least he had the strength to walk around. Fortunately, the wood essence warm jade helped Han Xuan again. He did not need to rely on time to wait slowly for the strength to recover by himself like other body-refining cultivators. The breath of life forced into his limbs and bones, which quickly relieved his numb body.
Only when the body is refined and reaches the realm of Qi Condensation, can he have the ability to absorb the aura of a creature to strengthen his recovery. However, because of the wood essence and warm jade, Han Xuan can taste such sweetness in advance. However, the life breath provided by the wood essence and warm jade is even worse than the aura of a creature, but this is enough for Han Xuan at this time.
Han Xuan could feel that at the current recovery speed, he would not be able to make himself as intact as before, but the Mu Yuan power here is too thin and almost negligible. After this time, the Wood Sour Warm Jade will probably not be used for a long time because it cannot be replenished by the Mu Yuan power.
"It seems that only after leaving here and finding a place full of wood essence can the wood essence warm jade be able to replenish wood essence and have the breath of life again." Han Xuan thought in his heart, and his body gradually improved because of the nourishment of life breath.
At the same time, what Han Xuan did not notice was that the blood crystal in his body was also flashing with faint white light and life breath to help him recover his body.