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C719 Serial Palm

It was as if just now, in an instant, Wang Xiaojian had defeated all of Yang Wei's attacks and knocked him down onto the ground with a single slap even when they were unable to catch him with their naked eyes.

His head was wounded, and his body was heavily injured.

Thinking about it here, the disciples of Pure Yang Sect were stupefied.

At the foot of the mountain, the expert that was eating melon was dumbfounded.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were wide open, and even their chins were on the ground.

Under their shocked gazes, Wang Xiaojian reached out and lifted Yang Wei's body up from the grass.

At this time, Yang Wei was still alive.

Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his teeth were broken.

His face was severely injured from the slap.

However, compared to the pain from the wounds on his body …

His face was filled with shock and disbelief.

Even he himself was unable to see clearly how Wang Xiaojian had attacked.

All he knew was that in that instant, his sword beams were completely shattered.

After that, a sharp pain came from his face and he was smashed to the ground.

The burning pain made him feel as if his mouth had been dislocated.

He could not utter a word other than a cry of pain.

"He is clearly a third phase Bronze, yet he dares to act so arrogantly in front of This King."

Wang Xiaojian ignored Yang Wei's dumbstruck expression. His other hand was raised high, and then fell down without any trace of politeness.

Pow!

Ah!

His strength was extremely strong, and following after a burst of clear sounds and miserable cries, a blood-red palm imprint instantly appeared on the other half of Yang Wei's face.

Immediately after, his teeth and blood flew out again, and his injuries got worse.

But then, Yang Wei's teeth flew out.

However, she was still in Wang Xiaojian's hands.

Wang Xiaojian grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up high.

After receiving another slap, his dislocated jaw became even worse.

His face was bruised and his nose was bleeding.

"Spicy chickens should look like spicy chickens, and learn to challenge others. Even if you go all out, you still won't be my match, understand? "

Pow!

Wang Xiaojian said contemptuously, and then, another slap landed on Yang Wei's face.

Yang Wei's eyes flashed with golden light, her face was swollen.

The huge force almost caused him to have a concussion.

His mind was filled with rumbling sounds.

Yang Wei opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but her dislocated jaw made him unable to utter a word, and he let out a miserable scream.

Following that, what welcomed him were Wang Xiaojian's disdainful curses, as well as his one slap after another on his face.

"You idiot, you want to steal my Wife Xiang?"

Pow!

"Spicy chicken."

Pow!

"Impotent thing!"

Pow!

"Is that wrong?"

Pah pah pah!

"Ding!" Congratulations for successfully taunting the host. King Points + 6! "

Wang Xiaojian slapped him again, and another slap landed on Yang Wei's face.

With every slap, Yang Wei would let out a blood-curdling screech, causing him to vomit blood.

With every slap, a clear sound rang in Wang Xiaojian's mind, the points increasing by quite a bit.

Under everyone's stupefied gaze, Wang Xiaojian continuously slapped Yang Wei's face with his palm.

Wang Xiaojian did this for the sake of avenging Chu Ningxiang, but at this moment, every single slap, upon seeing Yang Wei's face red, brought a huge pleasure to her heart.

Looking at Wang Xiaojian in a daze, and giving him another slap on the face, the Pure Yang Sect disciple was dumbstruck.

They had never thought that things would turn out like this.

After Young Master Yang Wei made her move, not only did she not kill Wang Xiaojian, she was even restrained by Wang Xiaojian with a single move, and had not stop since then, slapping him in the face.

At this time, Wang Xiaojian's palm had landed on Yang Wei's face.

However, in their eyes, it was as if they had been slapped in their faces. They were slapped so hard that stars appeared in their eyes and they began to clap loudly.

At the foot of the mountain, the gua-eating martial artist was dumbfounded.

This is the young master of the Pure Yang Sect!

However, he was continuously slapped in the face as he was being held by someone else.

As for the Spiritual Sword Sect disciples, all of them revealed smiles.

They had heard of Wang Xiaojian's strength.

As far as they were concerned, this was all within expectations.

Not only were they not surprised, but they were also greatly relieved.

Just a moment ago, this Young Master Pure Yang Sect, the Sect Master who had humiliated them, Chu Jianyun, had received her retribution.

The higher ups of the Spiritual Sword Sect were also watching this entire scene.

In their hearts, besides joy, there was also gratitude.

Because, they clearly knew that, other than Wang Xiaojian, no one else could grab the Young Master of the Pure Yang Sect and slap him on her face in front of everyone's eyes.

However, the disciples of Spiritual Sword Sect were carefree and the higher ups of Pure Yang Sect were unable to sit still.

They realized that although Wang Xiaojian seemed to have casually hit Yang Feng on the face, he had an extremely great strength.

After just a few slaps, Yang Wei's face was covered in blood.

This was the tempo of someone wanting to beat him to death.

"Son Wang Xiaojian, stop! Why aren't you letting them go?! "

When Wang Xiaojian's palms fell consecutively, a furious voice sounded in the air.

It was the Patriarch Yang Feng of the Pure Yang Sect. He glared at Wang Xiaojian and roared loudly.

His body was releasing a terrifying aura, it was as though if Wang Xiaojian could not move, he was going to rush forward and kill Wang Xiaojian.

Looking at Yang Feng's expression, Wang Xiaojian laughed coldly in his heart.

His handsome face revealed a teasing expression, his gaze swept across the air, then turned to Yang Feng and said: "Sect Leader Yang, why should I stop? Didn't you hear the battle of life and death that was agreed upon?! "

Wang Xiaojian's hand did not stop moving. After he finished speaking, he raised it again and slapped Yang Wei's face.

Wang Xiaojian was a Nine-star Martial King expert who also possessed a huge strength of two hundred thousand kilograms.

Even if it was him, a casual slap wouldn't be something that a Seven Star Martial General could receive.

With this slap, the already heavily injured Yang Wei spat out a mouthful of blood.

After that, he breathed out more and breathed less. His neck tilted and he lost consciousness.

"I can't even take a few slaps!" The young master of Pure Yang Sect is truly a spicy chicken. "

"Ding!" Congratulations for successfully taunting the host. King Points + 6! "

Wang Xiaojian threw Yang Wei onto the ground like a dead dog, and a clear prompt sounded out in his mind.

His contemptuous curses caused the eyes of the upper echelons of the Pure Yang Sect, as well as Sect Master Yang Feng, to nearly pop out of their sockets.

Wang Xiaojian scolded Yang Wei, but they were also filled with righteous indignation.

Especially Clan Master Yang Feng and Vice Sect Master Yang Que, they stared deadly at Wang Xiaojian and wished for nothing more than to tear him into a thousand pieces!

"Yang Feng, why are you staring at me, if you continue staring at me, I'll kill him with my sword."

Wang Xiaojian said. With a clench of his fist, the Genuine Qi gushed out and the Clear Sun Profound Sword that Yang Wei had thrown onto the ground landed in his palm.1

Wang Xiaojian held the long sword in his hand, and pointed it at the unconscious Yang Wei, who was like a dead dog on the ground.

The veins on Sect Leader Yang Feng's forehead were exposed, his body releasing a beast-like, savage aura.

He wanted to kill Wang Xiaojian immediately, but he was afraid of throwing a rat into a trap, afraid that before he could even rush to Wang Xiaojian's front, his son, Yang Wei, would be killed with a single slash from Wang Xiaojian.

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