After he injured Li Xianjun with a flick of his fingers, Yang Ye followed up with another attack. His figure flashed, and he left an afterimage behind as he shot explosively towards Li Xianjun.

Right at this moment, Li Xianjun suddenly raised his head and gazed at Yang Ye with a savage expression. After that, he shouted furiously while he swiftly executed a horizontal slash with the black sickle in his hand, causing an arc of blood red light to shoot out explosively from the top of the sickle.

Yang Ye’s expressions changed slightly, and he raised his sword horizontally to defend against this attack.

Clang!

Violet Spirit trembled violently while Yang Ye’s feet scraped the ground as he retreated explosively by over 20 steps.

Li Xianjun held the black sickle in his hand as he walked slowly towards Yang Ye. Strands of black energy were ceaselessly floating up into appearance on the sickle’s blade. Moreover, the threads of blood on the sickle had even strangely started to move about quickly. On the other hand, a strand...