Chapter 641: Lu Xuan's atmosphere

"Damn it, this so-called descendant of the Shadow Clan is too arrogant. I can't stand it anymore. Let me go."

Among the crowd, a young man with a long sword in his hand was full of anger. He was the descendant of the Sword Sect, the top force in the human race, and he was also a peerless genius with a proud heart.

Now that he had listened to the Shadow Clan's scolding for half an hour, he couldn't bear it anymore because of his arrogance.

"No, although this descendant of the Shadow Clan is arrogant, his strength is real. Although you are very strong, there are many people in Wumingshan who are stronger than you. Don't ruin your name just for the sake of impulsiveness."

At this time, the woman standing next to him spoke softly. The woman stretched out her jade-white arms to block him, with a serious face.

"Sister, I can't help it anymore, just let him stand here and abuse me, the leader of the Wumingshan Sect? I'll go first, bastard."

After the young man finished speaking, he jumped up and flew towards the descendant of the Shadow Clan. When he arrived, the young man took out a long knife and held it in front of him.

"Lu Xuan, the successor of the Human Sword Sect, is here to receive instruction."

After Lu Xuan finished speaking, Kuangbiao, the descendant of the Shadow Clan in front of him, had a look of disdain on his face.

"What I want to challenge is your human co-leader, not a small role like you. Let's go down while I still have some patience."

Kuangbiao looked at Lu Xuan in front of him with disdain on his face. Although the Lu Xuan in front of him was very strong, in his eyes, it was not enough.

A little unknown person dares to challenge himself?

"Who do you think you are? Do you dare to challenge me, the sect master of Wumingshan, the co-leader of the Dongzhou human race? The sect master is very busy now and has no time to take care of you yet, so let me come and meet you."

"If you can't defeat me, what qualifications do you have to challenge the sect leader?"

After hearing Kuangbiao's words, Lu Xuan couldn't hold back her violent temper and retorted at Kuangbiao. At the same time, the aura around her body was rolling, and a huge shadow holding a long knife appeared behind her.

As soon as the shadow appeared, it caused an unparalleled sense of oppression, making people breathless.

"The magic of swordsmanship is shocking to the world with thunder."

Lu Xuan roared angrily and waved the long knife in her hand. The huge shadow behind her slowly raised the long knife in her hand. Thunder surrounded the golden long knife, and the sound of thunder shattering the space could be heard for thousands of miles around.

"As expected of a descendant of the Sword Sect, this aura is simply powerful. Even though I'm thousands of miles away, I can feel this strong sense of oppression."

"Yes, it is indeed strong, but I want to see if this so-called descendant of the Shadow Clan can still be so calm?"

"Damn it."

The face of the woman who was in front of Lu Xuan just now was full of anxiety. Lu Xuan's temper was a little too impatient. This descendant of the Shadow Clan was not an ordinary person.

The most evil genius of a tribe is far from being able to be resisted by a genius like Lu Xuan. At the very least, the master of the Wuming Mountain Sect must come in person to suppress it.

"It's a piece of cake, but it's enough to see."

Kuangbiao looked at Lu Xuan in front of him and nodded slightly. The momentum was not bad, it looked like that.

But in front of me, it’s still not enough.

As Kuangbiao slowly raised his finger, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him was drained away. A terrifying energy slowly condensed on Kuangbiao's fingertips. This energy directly shattered the space around Kuangbiao's finger.

It caused a terrifying space collapse.

And this force is still gathering, getting stronger and stronger, and finally turns into an extremely dazzling purple-black ball.

Above the ball, a deadly aura came out.