The broken sword in the man's hand was like a ruler, constantly passing by Xingyan, but he could not cut into Xingyan's body.

Although Xingyan could not use magic power, his mental power was still there, so he could easily avoid the attack of the broken sword with his powerful perception. Moreover, his body's toughness and strong body gradually surprised him, because although he did not have magic power to support him, he could feel that his current body was stronger than when he was full of magic power. He could not feel any fatigue in the battle, and it seemed that there was infinite power pouring into his limbs. As the battle time increased, his strength became stronger and stronger.

"You can go to rest. I have already moved my muscles and bones." Xing Yan said with a smile.

Just as the man slashed the broken sword towards Xingyan's waist, Xingyan's right hand slapped the man's wrist directly. The man felt a pain in his wrist. The palm of his hand holding the broken sword subconsciously relaxed. The broken sword slid directly from the man's hand and inserted it on the ground. Xingyan did not pause at all. He kicked the man for dozens of meters away, and landed on the ground and rolled nearly ten meters. Blood spurted out of the man's mouth.

The man stood up to endure the severe pain and looked at the lively Xingyan with some breath. He felt a little incredible. His arm, which was originally holding the broken sword, became a little numb due to a long battle. Nearly 70% of the magic power in his body had been consumed. Due to the long-term activation of the magic power, his mental power was also greatly consumed. Now he felt very tired and felt like he was wearing an extremely heavy armor. In addition, the wound on his body had not been healed in time. Although the blood had stopped flowing, he also lost too much blood during the battle, so now he began to stagger a little.

"You monster." Although the man was a little unbelievable, Xingyan's strength had already made him a little admired. A young man could fight him for so long with his body alone. Not only was he not injured, but he could also jump around. This shows that this young man is not simple. Although he had been injured before, Erzhu's strength still had an absolute advantage against the young man without magic. However, he lost in the end, losing a lot.

"You have lost, but I think you fought me after you were injured, so I'll let you have a way out." Xing Yan bent down and pulled out the broken sword on the ground, weighed it in his hand a few times, turned around and walked towards the basin, looked at the broken sword in his hand, and sighed: "Although I don't like using swords, I can't use magic now, so I have to force myself to use the sword."

The man looked at Xingyan walking towards the basin, with a hint of envy in his eyes, and sighed softly: "Is this the Dragon Clan? The body alone is already so strong. If he practices to more than seven beads, how powerful it would be."

Xingyan held a broken sword in his hand and walked towards the basin step by step. Just as he approached the basin, he suddenly felt two murderous auras locking him in an instant. The next moment, a ball of flames and an ice thorn flew towards him from both sides of him, scaring him so much that he hurriedly retreated a few meters, holding the broken sword tightly in his right hand, and watching the two men walking out of the basin.

"Who are you?" Xing Yan asked seriously.

"It turns out to be a little ghost. It seems that the tomb guards' tribe has really declined. He will send you a little ghost like you." The man in a red robe said with some disdain.

"As magicians, you are not afraid of the sanctions of the Demon God Tower?" Although Xing Yan didn't know what happened, from the words of these people, he could vaguely guess that these people came for the cemetery here, and the village where the old couple who saved him lived existed to protect this ancient tomb.

"Demon God Tower? What are they? They want to punish us, but they don't have the qualifications yet." The man in the red robe said with some disdain. When they talked about the Demon God Tower, they seemed to have not taken the Demon God Tower, which is awe of the world, seriously.

"Why do you have to talk nonsense to this kid? With this time, we might as well kill him directly so that we can go to the cemetery to compete for dragon crystals and dragon bones." The man in a blue robe had a chill in his eyes. He held a magic wand in his right hand and shouted in a low voice: "Dance of Ice and Snow!"

The moment Xingyan saw the man in blue robe lifting his magic wand, he vaguely saw five blue magic beads floating around his body. The next moment, the temperature around him dropped sharply, and an ice and snow hurricane surged out of the man in blue robe's magic wand, like a giant dragon, mixed with countless snowflakes rushed towards him.

"Damn it, it's actually the Five-Pearl Magician." Xing Yan said in surprise, but at such a short distance, the magic had already taken shape. With his current strength, he knew that he was no longer anxious to dodge. He immediately held the hilt of the sword tightly and blocked the broken sword in front of his chest, staring at the ice and snow storm that was pushing towards him, hoping to resist the magic.

"You, a stinky brat who is not dry, actually want to block my magic. You really don't know how high the world is. Do you really think that the people of the dragon clan are invincible in the world?" The man in the blue robe smiled sarcastically.

Xingyan looked at the ice and snow hurricane that was getting closer and closer to him, and the exposed skin seemed to be stabbed by a needle. Just as the hurricane was about to attack Xingyan, an old man appeared in front of Xingyan, blocked the magic, and said with a sneer: "The world is invincible, but it is still more than enough to deal with you, the thief."

"It's you." The man in the blue robe looked at the old man who suddenly appeared, and could block his magic at will, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Xing Yan looked at the old man who appeared in front of him and recognized him at a glance. This old man was Zhi Ling.

"Xingyan, why are you following you?" Zhiyan said in a reproachful tone, but there was still a hint of love in her eyes.

"I'm worried about any accidents you have, so I come and take a look, but now I feel like I'm causing trouble for you." Xing Yan said embarrassedly. After all, judging from the current situation, even if he doesn't lose his magic power, he probably won't have much effect. After all, the battle here has exceeded his imagination.

"It's too late to let you go back now, so you'd better come with me." Zhi Ling didn't mean to blame Xingyan, and pulled Xingyan with one hand and walked towards the basin.

The blue-robed magician wanted to raise his wand to attack with magic, but after seeing Zhiyan's eyes, he immediately retracted his magic, looked at the man in red, turned around and jumped into the basin.
Chapter completed!