1230: C1230 The Powerful Xuan Yang

C1230 The Powerful Xuan Yang

Everything's coming, man. All of Yang Fann's connections had come.

In their eyes, today was Yang Fann's funeral, and they couldn't afford to lose it.

Therefore, they had been guarding in the dark for a long time, waiting for the battle to break out.

In the battlefield, the only one who didn't make a move was the young man in the void.

The young man looked at Qing Xinjiang.

At this moment, Qing Xinjiang was still in a state of drawing his sword.

However, he did not pull out this sword for a long time.

"What's wrong? Don't you dare to draw your sword? I have to say, you do have some talent. In fact, I feel that the so-called Yang Fann might not be able to compare to you. But you will stop here. You don't have the courage to attack now. "If you use your sword, it will only be a calamity for you." The youth said.

He could see through everything clearly, and his eyes were like torches. He could tell Qing Xinjiang's current condition with just a single sentence.

The current Qing Xinjiang didn't have the strength to pull out his sword at all.

Because if he pulled out his sword, it meant that he was dead.

If he did not break the two swords and did not injure his foundation, he might still dare to use this sword, but in his current state, if he did, he would definitely die under the heavenly tribulation.

It was precisely because of this that the youth dared to say that this sword was his own tribulation.

"Do you think you control everything? I, this young master, don't pull out my sword. I just feel that my aura isn't enough." Qing Xinjiang gritted his teeth and said.

His Qi wasn't weak at all.

"Pretending to be pretentious. I'll wait for you to draw your sword and look at the Heavenly Tribulation. Heh." In the sky, the young master of the Mystic Sun Kingdom said leisurely.

His emotions were incomparably firm, as if he had already eaten through everything. Qing Xinjiang had no strength to draw his sword.

Because if he pulled his sword out, it meant that he was dead.

What kind of momentum was brewing was all self-justification. At the bottom of it all, he didn't dare.

Qing Xinjiang's eyes flickered with madness.

In the next moment, his gaze turned fierce.

"Die? Do I look like someone who's afraid of death? Let me ask you this, if I want to draw my sword, are you afraid?" Qing Xinjiang was hysterical. Blood kept dripping from his mouth. Combined with his hoarse and crazy fighting spirit, it made Xuan Yang's facial expression change.

He was scared!

Qing Xinjiang was in a desperate state right now.

However, the power of this sword strike had given him a sense of crisis.

However, as the pride of the Mystic Sun Kingdom, it did not allow him to retreat, nor did it allow him to show cowardice at this moment.

"If you dare to pull out your sword, then we'll talk about it." Xuan Yang spoke in a proud and aloof manner, still as cold as before. It was as if the sky was collapsing, not shocking at all.

"Stimulate me? Today, I will do as you wish."

"Heavenly Tribulation, open it for me!"

Qing Xinjiang clenched his teeth, gripped his sword tightly, and then pulled it out.

Rumble rumble rumble.

Crack! Crack!

The long sword was finally unsheathed. At this moment, lightning suddenly descended from the sky.

Sting...

A flash of lightning lit up the sword and connected with the lightning in the sky.

Qing Xinjiang was surrounded by lightning all of a sudden. It was as if he was a man who walked out of the lightning.

Crack!

At the same time, the long sword in Qing Xinjiang's hand slashed out with a loud bang. A vast and mighty power that seemed to be able to destroy the world erupted with him as the center.

In the void, Xuan Yang's face finally could not remain calm.

"Madman, you actually want to use your life to injure me? This young master's body of a thousand daughters, how can you compare to it? Your life isn't even a hair on my head."

"Xuan Yang's Hill!" Xuan Yang shouted.

A light flashed on his body and a Fate Palace opened from his dantian.

In the next instant, a towering mountain descended from the sky. Xuan Yang leaped back and leaped into the air, trampling on the hill.

"You want to hurt me? You want to kill me? You want to hurt me with just your own strength?"

"Once my Life Palace is out, even a true Life Palace can't hurt me at all, let alone you."

"You don't know anything about power."

"I'll stand right in front of you. I'll see how you'll succeed with your sword!"

Xuan Yang stood on top of the hill. He looked down from above, his eyes full of disdain.

At the same time, Qing Xinjiang's sword landed heavily. Endless lightning struck the hill.

Rumble.

The hill instantly exploded. Under the cover of the lightning, it collapsed in the void.

However, Xuan Yang still stood firmly on top of it.

"Is this all you have? Too naive. If I didn't use my Fate Palace's defense, you might have been able to hurt me in the slightest. But now... " Your power is right in front of me. It's just a joke. " Xuan Yang laughed.

After he finished speaking, he retracted his hands, and the entire hill instantly dissipated.

But...

Everything was not over yet.

Xuan Yang sneered and clenched his fist.

"Blade of Xuan Yang!"

Xuan Yang shouted.

Suddenly, he opened his palm.

Then, a huge blade appeared in his hand.

At this moment, the weapons in everyone's hands began to tremble as if they were afraid.

Even the long sword in Qing Xinjiang's hand stopped in mid-air.

"I told you, you don't know anything about power." Xuan Yang sneered. Then, he slowly raised the combat weapon in his hand.

As he moved, a murderous aura burst out from his body. This aura contained the might of the heavens. It seemed to be above the heavens and the earth.

"Slash!"

Following that, he shouted loudly, and the giant blade in his hand directly slashed down.

Shua!

The enormous blade broke through the sky, and everyone's battle came to an abrupt end at this moment. Even Hou Buchen and Jiang Li were no exception, and they shifted their gazes here.

"Old Qing!" Hou Buchen frowned.

This strike was not aimed at him, but it also gave him the feeling that he was about to die.

It was as if everything was irreversible under this strike, and he was about to die.

"No!" Zhao Wu shouted.

But it was useless.

In front of this power, he felt inferior. Even if he wanted to help, he just couldn't.

Qing Xinjiang's eyes were still filled with madness. Blood dripped down from his eyes, sliding down his face. It was an endless vicissitude.

In the next moment, he looked at the broken sword in his hand.

A look of death appeared in his eyes.

"Yang Fann, I'm here. It seemed like the iron rule of acting tough in front of me was going to be broken. This bastard is too strong." Qing Xinjiang laughed, but he still raised his sword.

Then, he waved it and collided with the incoming giant blade.

Rumble.

The Heavenly Tribulation Sword completely erupted, lightning drowning out the sky.

However, Xuan Yang's giant blade still cut through the lightning without any obstruction.

Boom!

The blade split apart!

The lightning was cut off, and it lingered in the air for an instant before disappearing.

The long sword in Qing Xinjiang's hand also cracked open at this moment.

Crack! Crack!

The long sword broke again!

Qing Xinjiang's body seemed to have lost its support. He fell to the ground.

He only had the Triple Bingsword. Now, all three swords were broken.2

With the sword in his hand, the sword would break and the person would die.

It was even more so not an empty sentence.

Because none of these three swords carried his heart and blood. They were the natal swords that he had created for himself from the Void Discerning realm to the Star Door.

Therefore, at this moment, Qing Xinjiang, who had lost his triple-edged sword, had reached the end of his path. His life force was slowly fading away.

"Haha, I have already said that you will die if you use your sword." Xuan Yang laughed out loud, and the light in his palm gradually faded away.

After that, he walked down from the void step by step and arrived in front of Qing Xinjiang. His face was full of pity. "What a pity. You are a good seedling. You are qualified to be my servant. "What a pity. You made the wrong choice. "Become my enemy, and you're bound to perish. "Because I am invincible!" Xuan Yang said indifferently.

And this sentence caused the void to fall silent.

This sentence was too arrogant.

Unfortunately, no one dared to refute.

"I heard that there were people who also claimed to be unmatched, but unfortunately, they weren't able to kill him. Since that is the case, then I will break his coffin, correct my name." As Xuan Yang spoke, a light flashed in his hand. A fist smashed out.

Bang!

A loud sound instantly erupted.

The nine dragons bronze coffin instantly exploded, and Yang Ye, Zhao Lianer, and Yang Xiaomei's figures were also shaken by this power.

Yang Ye and Zhao Lianer were instantly knocked unconscious by this energy wave.

On the contrary, Yang Xiaomei was the one who did not move at all.

However, the sound from Yang Xiaomei's mouth disappeared. She raised her head and looked at Xuan Yang.

"Look, I told you that he was not dead yet."

"Tell me, don't you think so?"

Yang Xiaomei seemed to have changed into a different person as she stared at Xuan Yang.

These words caused Xuan Yang's eyes to freeze for a moment before he almost said, "Profound Yin Body? Hahaha, I really didn't expect that there would be such an existence in this small place. The heavens are really helping me."

Xuan Yang laughed loudly and started walking towards Yang Xiaomei step by step.

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