967: C967 A Battle of Disparity in Strength

C967 A Battle of Disparity in Strength

This person had a sinister look and scarlet eyes. He looked at Lin Xuan as if he was a hungry wolf looking at its prey. He was just one step away from jumping onto Lin Xuan and devouring him.

With Lin Xuan's keen sense of smell, he was deeply aware that the person in front of him was definitely a terrifying existence.

His Cultivation Level was at least several realms higher than Lin Xuan's.

It seems that Lin Yuan was indeed trying to kill him tonight. Lin Yuan would not give him any chance of survival.

I have to kill him.

Lin Yuan said in a weird tone, "Trash, how is it? If you kneel down obediently, perhaps I will be in a good mood and leave you with an intact corpse. Otherwise, you will be chopped into pieces. "

"In your dreams!"

Lin Xuan stood proudly with a domineering attitude, completely ignoring Lin Yuan's existence. He gritted his teeth and replied, "Damn old dog, do you really think he can kill me?"

Lin Yuan scoffed, "Your death is near at hand and you're still talking big. You probably don't know how you're going to die later on, right?"

With that, he waved his hand, signaling the expert, "Qingyang, killing him is like killing a chicken with a cow-blade to you, right?"

A hint of coldness flashed across Qingyang's face. He took a step forward and bowed, "Second Old Master, a mere clown, it's just a matter of a flick of a finger. How do you want him to die?"

Lin Yuan sneered sinisterly a few times, "I've always heard people say that you can only grind the bones and scatter the ashes, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. I heard that your Pure Yang Art has been practiced to the point where it can make people instantly turn into ashes.

"Yes sir!"

Qingyang answered and turned around to face Lin Xuan.

In Lin Xuan's gloomy expression, he was still as haughty as a plum flower in winter, arrogantly blooming in the branches.

"Damned old dog, this is a grudge between you and me. I have a presumptuous request, can you agree to it?"

But unexpectedly, he looked at Lin Yuan and asked in a low voice.

Lin Yuan was quite surprised. How could Lin Xuan have such a state of mind? Was he begging for mercy from him?

"Kid, do you have a will?"

Lin Xuan's eyes were as cold as the stars. He looked at Shen Yu behind him and said in a deep voice, "She has nothing to do with this. Let her go. Whether I live or die, it's up to you."

Lin Yuan sized up Shen Yu a few times and coldly snorted, "Lin Xuan, do you really think you're a prodigal son? You can't even keep your own life, and you're still thinking about others? "

Shen Yu also widened her eyes in shock. She looked at Lin Xuan and shook her head slightly, "Lin Xuan, I …" I'm not leaving! "

"Shen Yu, I don't have time for you to act willfully with me, so hurry up and leave!"

Lin Xuan looked at Shen Yu with a hint of coldness.

Shen Yu's heart trembled. She could clearly feel that Lin Xuan was definitely not scaring her or joking with her.

She hesitated, but decided to move.

After all, under Lin Xuan's current expression, she had to leave.

Qingyang raised his hand, preparing to stop Shen Yu.

However, Lin Yuan waved his hand and signaled Qingyang to let Shen Yu leave.

After Shen Yu left the room, Lin Yuan sneered and said, "Lin Xuan, now are you ready to die?"

The corner of Lin Xuan's mouth curled up into a grin. His arrogant aura was not intimidated by Lin Yuan at all. Instead, he secretly clenched his fists and activated the Yuan Power in his Dantian.

He slowly gathered his elemental energy into the heart of his fist. When Qingyang made his move and attacked him, he wouldn't sit still and wait for death.

Even if Qingyang's Cultivation Level realm was a lot higher than his, Lin Xuan was still determined to not kneel down in a battle to the death and wait for his head to be removed.

Lin Yuan slightly waved his hand, gesturing for Qingyang to attack.

Qingyang slightly shook his body, and his entire body began to emit creaking sounds as his bones stretched.

His expression was one of contempt and contempt, "Lin Xuan, accept your death!"

As soon as his voice fell, he waved his hands, and a whirlpool of fire condensed in his palms. In an instant, his entire body seemed to have been set ablaze, filled with pure Yang energy.

From the looks of it, this was what Lin Yuan had said. Qingyang had cultivated the so-called Pure Yang Art, and the energy it radiated was unparalleled.

Boom!

All of a sudden, the Azure Sun Force struck out with two palms, shifting the position of the two palms. The shadow of the palm shot past and completely turned into a ball of raging flames as it charged towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan hurriedly retreated and inserted needles between the two balls of raging flames. With a "chi chi" sound, the cold light penetrated the air whirl of Qingyang palm power and shot towards Qingyang's Shanzhong acupoint, Huaxue acupoint, and temple.

The silver needles shot out like a rain of pear blossoms. Immediately after, Lin Xuan also leaped up, shuttling between the two flame cyclones. He punched towards Qingyang's chest with a loud bang.

If it was an ordinary person, when they encountered an attack like Lin Xuan's, they would definitely not be pierced by the silver needles and would instead be knocked down with a single punch.

However, the height of Qingyang's Cultivation Level was completely hair-raising.

Facing Lin Xuan's silver needles, with a flick of his finger, the needles were reduced to ashes.

When Lin Xuan's fist came down, he did not dodge at all, and instead took a punch head on.

Lin Xuan originally wanted to catch his opponent off guard and prepare for an attack. He never would have thought that the difference in strength between the two of them was so great. The difference between Lin Xuan and Qingyang was like the sky and the earth.

When his fist landed on Qingyang's chest, it was like a punch on cotton. No matter how much strength he used, it was basically like a mud cow sinking into the sea, not threatening Qingyang in the slightest.

Just as his soul was about to collapse from shock, he realized how overestimating himself and underestimating his opponent was.

Because Qingyang hadn't given him a single chance, not even a chance to retreat.

Qingyang slammed his palm towards Lin Xuan's chest.

"Bam!"

A solid palm strike was simply fatal.

Lin Xuan felt a sharp pain in his internal organs like an explosion.

"Pfft!"

His body flew off the ground and crashed into the wall.

After that, he spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, and laid down on the ground with one hand. His face was extremely dejected, and it was as if his face had turned deathly pale.

This kind of scene, only Lin Xuan could teach others a lesson.

He hadn't thought that he would be in such a sorry state when he met an expert like Qingyang tonight.

A trace of killing intent flashed across Qingyang's face as he sneered, "Lin Xuan, how is it?"

Lin Yuan looked at this scene with disdain, as if he was watching a monkey play. When Lin Xuan fell, he said loudly: "Qingyang, your performance is about to begin. Come, use your Pure Yang Art to perform a brilliant performance of burning bones and burning ashes."2

Qingyang replied, "Yes, Second Old Master!"

As he spoke, he gathered his power in his palm and walked towards Lin Xuan step by step. The cyclone was like a burning flame and it shot towards Lin Xuan with a loud bang …

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