1653: C1653 White Robed Man

C1653 White Robed Man

Sticky liquid flowed out of the stone pillar, dark red in color, like a ball of fire.

On this side was the Nine Yang Spiritual Marrow.

Yang Xuan looked at the Nine Yang Spiritual Marrow flowing into the bottle. This Nine Yang Spiritual Marrow was not hot. Instead, it was somewhat cold. Even if he touched it with his hand, he would not be injured.

Seeing that the bottle of Nine Yang Spiritual Marrow was about to be filled up, Yang Xuan closed the lid in satisfaction. If his luck was not bad, this bottle of Nine Yang Spiritual Marrow was enough for Yang Xuan to refine three portions of Fire God Pill. In order to produce such a Heaven and Earth spiritual treasure, it would take 100,000 years, or even longer. If he took too much, it would definitely hurt his origin energy, and even destroy his foundation. It would make it impossible for him to continue growing.

Yang Xuan carefully put the stone piece back into its original position. After making sure that the stone piece wouldn't fall down, he stood up with satisfaction and prepared to leave.

However, just as Yang Xuan turned around, he found a white figure standing in front of him. He took a closer look and found that it was a young man. He was wearing white clothes and white shoes, and his skin was very fair. Even the sword in his hand was also snow white. If it wasn't for his benevolent eyes and his black hair, it would probably be difficult to find any other color on his body.

"Who are you?" Yang Xuan was startled by him and quickly asked. But the man didn't say anything. He drew his weapon out of the sheath and rushed towards Yang Xuan's throat.

Yang Xuan quickly took a step back, and with a cold look in his eyes, he asked, "I have no enmity with you, why did you attack me?"

"You touched my thing." The man in white's voice was also cold. He struck out his sword again, aiming at Yang Xuan's throat.

Yang Xuan felt a headache coming on. This man in front of him was trying to explain his intention to kill him. Clearly, he had come with ill intentions.

Yang Xuan's face darkened. He said in a stern voice, "This thing is the fortune of the heaven and earth. Those who are fated will get it. How can it be yours?"

The man in white didn't say anything. What he responded to Yang Xuan was the same fierce attack. Seeing this, Yang Xuan knew that if he didn't defeat the man, he wouldn't be able to speak properly.

He did not say anything else. He took out the Longevity Sword and its speed was extremely fast. It collided with the man in white. The white clothed man sensed that Yang Xuan's sword speed had become faster, and the moves in his hands had also become swift and fierce.

The two of them exchanged hundreds of blows in an instant. The Sword Qi flew out from the spot where the two of them collided, cutting off large rocks from the walls of the cave.

However, when the two of them exchanged blows, they also avoided the stone pillar behind Yang Xuan with tacit understanding. That was a heavenly treasure, and it would be a great sin if it was destroyed by the two of them.

The two of them fought without stopping. At first, the two of them were evenly matched, but after the exchange, their attacks kept changing back and forth, and they were actually burned together.

Yang Xuan suddenly felt curious, although it was very normal for them to be stuck in a stalemate during the fight. However, that was only for ordinary people. Yang Xuan was carrying the Power of War God. He could transform it into something that could increase his strength as time passed. In the end, he would crush his opponent.

However, the strength of this person in front of him was also constantly increasing, and he could always maintain the same level as Yang Xuan.

"Did he cultivate some kind of secret technique?" Yang Xuan guessed in his heart. In the ancient era, there were many similar spells, although they couldn't increase one's combat strength by themselves like the Power of War God. But after initiating it, it can also increase the power.

However, Yang Xuan didn't notice any strange changes in the man's aura.

Although it didn't take long for them to exchange blows for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, both of them tensed up and fought with their opponents. They didn't expect that they would end up in a draw in the end.

The two of them, who were exhausted, retreated at the same time. While breathing heavily, they raised their heads to look at each other and asked at the same time, "How did you do it?"

"You go first." Yang Xuan sneered and said to the man. What a joke. The two of them were enemies, not friends. How could he tell his trump card to his opponent so easily?

The young man on the opposite side also sneered and replied, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Look at your clothes. They look quite similar." Yang Xuan was amused by the young man's words and said subconsciously. As expected, the young man's expression immediately became angry. He glared at Yang Xuan fiercely.

However, he didn't know Yang Xuan's background. Moreover, both of them were exhausted, and they didn't have the strength to fight with each other for a short period of time.

Yang Xuan wasn't afraid of the man in white. He knew that the man didn't have the strength to attack him, so he sat down cross-legged and started to adjust his breathing.

The man in white harrumphed coldly and sat down cross-legged. However, he seemed to be particularly concerned about the white color on his body. Therefore, even though he was adjusting his breathing, he was still floating in the air.

The speed at which the Spiritual Force was recovering was related to the strength of the cultivators and their cultivation techniques. As Yang Xuan was carrying the Yin Yang Body, the two cultivation techniques he cultivated were both top-notch cultivation techniques. Originally, he was going to take advantage of the situation. In addition, his two cultivation techniques had already merged into one. This made his Spiritual Force recover even faster.

After a short ten minutes, he had almost fully recovered from the last bit of Spiritual Force left in his Qi Wheel. Yang Xuan stood up once again, and thrust his sword at the white-clothed man opposite him.

However, what Yang Xuan didn't expect was that the speed at which the man in white recovered his Spiritual Force wasn't slow either. At least, he now had the combat strength to fight Yang Xuan.1

The two of them started fighting again. In order to not hurt the stone pillar where the Nine Yang Spiritual Marrow was located, they shifted the location of the battle from the cave to outside of the cave, hovering in the sky above the Lava Pool.

The Sword Qi flew out from their hands and flew in all directions.

In the battle just now, the two of them had already figured out each other's moves. When they fought again, it would naturally become even more violent.

The battle continued for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Soon, both of them were exhausted again. Yang Xuan was the first to return to the cave. He sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing. The man in white was worried that Yang Xuan would run away, so he followed after him.

"Speaking of which, isn't there still so many Nine Yang Spiritual Marrow in the stone pillar? I only took one bottle. Why do you have to do this?" Yang Xuan finally recovered with great difficulty. He looked at the man in white with a puzzled expression. He said helplessly.

The man in white frowned. He looked at Yang Xuan and asked curiously, "Didn't you take my Fire Warding Bracelet?"

"What Fire Warding Bracelet?" Yang Xuan was confused. He looked at the man in white and asked, "I just rushed here from Sand City and took a bottle of Nine Yang Spiritual Marrow. I saw you. As for what Fire Warding Bracelet it is, I don't even know what it is. How would I know where it is?"

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