"Good, good, with this son, why don''t we worry about the prosperity of the seven Xuanmen!" the five leaders of the Vientiane realm of the seven Xuanmen looked at each other, and their faces showed an excited smile.


    "Nangong Tian, Hong Wuke, are you hard of hearing or pretending not to hear it? I told you to get out and die."


    A violent drink sounded again. It was like thunder coming to the world, shaking people''s ears and causing blood riots. Experts as strong as Vientiane also felt the anger and killing intention contained in this sound.


    "How angry! I''m really going to kill Hong Wuque and Nangong. Oh, my God!" many people were surprised. Yang Xuan was crazy. His words and deeds were strong and fierce, and his overbearing was to the extreme.


    But whether they are crazy or domineering, they also depend on the talent. Hong Wuque and Nangong Tian are also the people of the hour on Xingchen island. They are absolute talents and strong enough to despise the younger generation.


    Both the forces on Xingchen island and foreign forces pay special attention to the two people. Some older martial arts leaders even told their disciples and the younger generation of the family to avoid provoking the two people after they entered the ancient secret territory.


    But now, Yang Xuan even said wildly that he wanted to kill them. He wanted to kill them outside the sea of clouds in front of all the heroes in the world before the trial practice of the ancient god was opened.


    "Yang Xuan, what are you, because you want to kill me?" Nangong Tian had to respond, otherwise people all over the world would think he was afraid of Yang Xuan. With a cold cry, he was cold and murderous. Many disciples of the seven Xuanmen nearby felt the murderous gas from him and were afraid to avoid it.


    At the same time, they also understand that there must be a war between Yang Xuan and Nangong Tian today. The victory or defeat of this war will determine the ownership of the first person in the seven Xuanmen.


    "It''s funny. I can break your original martial soul in Ningyuan territory. Now I''ve improved my cultivation. Killing you is like killing an ant. Today, no matter you or Hong Wuque, they all have to die. No one can save you in heaven and earth." Yang Xuan''s eyes are like a knife and laughs wildly. He seems to be alone in the world, extremely arrogant.


    "Boasting, I''ll see how you kill me?" Hong Wuque was furious. Yang Xuan was too arrogant and arrogant. What made him feel angry most was that Su ziyao was with Yang Xuan.


    As the elder martial brother of Wangyue sect, Hong Wuque comes from negative. In his opinion, it will be sooner or later for him to win Su ziyao. Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan''s fierce sword won love, which made all his hard work in the past six months go away.


    "Don''t talk nonsense, come to war." Yang Xuan shouted, murderous.


    "It''s just a yellow mouth child who doesn''t know the height of the earth. Do you really think you are invincible?" someone angrily said. This is an old man in green.


    This man is tall, with scattered silver hair and an old face. Although he looks dying and is not far from death, he has very high accomplishments and has reached the peak of Vientiane territory. He is the person with the highest accomplishments among several Vientiane territory leaders of the moon watching sect. He can exude a strong and arrogant momentum when he raises his hands and feet.


    "It''s just an old man who is half dependent on his elders. You don''t have the qualification to carry shoes for me. Don''t chirp there." Yang Xuan retorted and spoke sharply.


    Hearing the speech, the crowd''s mind fluctuated and couldn''t be calm. Yang Xuan was too reckless. This was completely slapping each other in the face!


    "Little beast, dare you humiliate me?" the old man in green turned black, his silver hair stood up, and his face was frightened and angry. It seemed that he didn''t expect Yang Xuan to humiliate himself in full view of the public.


    "I''ve humiliated you. Don''t you think it''s funny if you ask me if I dare? Do you want me to repeat it so that all the heroes in the world can hear it clearly?" Yang Xuan said jokingly.


    "You want to die!" the old man in Tsing Yi was so angry that he blew his lungs. He raised his hand with one palm and flew out with one palm. It was as big as a mountain peak, emitting a cold and piercing light, and roared to Yang Xuan.


    "Old man dares to do it?" manba tiger''s eyes contain Sha, and he is about to do it, but Yang Xuan moves faster, pinches his fingers in his right hand into a fist, and blows away at the incoming palm strength.


    This is the secret skill of the strong in ancient times. After half a day''s understanding and relying on the demon like talent, Yang Xuan has mastered the profound meaning of this boxing skill and cultivated this move to the point of perfection.


    As he blew out his fist, a strong light broke out on the front of the fist, which was amplified at a high speed and turned into a red gold fist with a big grinding plate. The strength broke through the air. Where he passed, the world shook and sent out a strong threat.


    Boom!


    In mid air, palm strength and fist strength collided and exploded one after another, breaking out golden and blue lights, causing towering waves and drowning the whole world. The terrible Qi turned into a tornado storm, sweeping the earth, cracking the earth and flying sand and stones. Many young people with low accomplishments could not stand stably. Even if they were far away, they were affected, and a few people''s feet were soft, He fell to the ground and gasped.


    At this moment, everyone was shocked, and the destructive power was too amazing. They actually formed such a terrible storm, which was still far away. If they were in the center of the explosion, the ash would be extinguished.


    After a few breaths, the explosion stopped, and the palm strength and fist strength disappeared under the fierce collision. However, the people didn''t make a sound. They all stared at Yang Xuan. They saw him standing in place, tall and straight, black hair flying, and unharmed. Although he was not tall, he was powerful, giving people a feeling of towering and unattainable, Strong force.


    After a few seconds, someone couldn''t help shouting: "it''s impossible. He actually blocked the attack of the top strongman in Vientiane territory!"


    This is a young genius from the Xingchen sea area. His accomplishments are six times as strong as the true Gang realm. But when he saw that Yang Xuan blocked the palm strength of the old man in Qingyi with one punch, he found that the gap between himself and Yang Xuan is so huge that he can''t compare.


    Others were silent, but everyone couldn''t calm down. The eyes looking at Yang Xuan were incredibly shocked.


    Qin LAN, Su ziyao and Shen Yuexin were also surprised. They didn''t expect Yang Xuan''s strength to be so strong. At the moment, even the old man in Qingyi was stunned at Yang Xuan and was completely shocked by Yang Xuan''s strength.


    "Old man, your accomplishments are very high, but your strength doesn''t seem to be very good." Yang Xuan opened his mouth. His voice was very cold, with a strong taste of irony and a terrible penetration, as if he could penetrate gold and iron.


    This is to integrate the sword idea into the sound, making the sound sharp and incomparable.


    Many people with low accomplishments only felt the pain of tearing their eardrums. Some women even covered their ears with fear and looked at Yang Xuan with panic.


    Yang Xuan is too strong. A word can hurt people''s ears. If he tries his best, he will break the earth.


    "Yang Xuan, you humiliated me again and again. Do you think I can''t kill you?" the old man in Tsing Yi has both hair and beard, and his eyes are as bright as electricity. He is angry in his heart.


    "Kill me, you just try." Yang Xuan sneered, with no fear on his face.


    To tell the truth, he doesn''t know how strong he is now, because after the rapid progress of cultivation, the power of the dark soul has also been greatly improved. As for how much he has improved, he doesn''t know before he uses the dark soul.


    Hearing Yang Xuan''s words, the old man in blue rushed to the top with blood and the green veins on his forehead jumped violently, but he finally didn''t dare to do it again. One was afraid of Yan Changkong and the other was afraid of Pei Yuntian behind Yang Xuan.


    He thought that if he killed Yang Xuan in front of the people in the world today, he would die after he left the ancient secret land.


    However, although he didn''t do it, he vented his anger on an old man: "Fu Hongyun, is that how you seven Xuanmen teach their disciples, even regardless of their dignity?"


    Fu Hongyun is as his name suggests. He has red hair and robes. His eyebrows and beard are red as fire. He looks wrinkled and very old, but his eyes are shining. He is the oldest of the five Vientiane elders of the seven Xuanmen.


    "Even if Yang Xuan makes a big mistake, he will always be a disciple of our seven Xuanmen. He should be punished by our seven Xuanmen. It''s not your left Wuzhou''s hand. Forget the palm just now. Next time, don''t blame me for turning my face ruthlessly."


    Fu Hongyun didn''t give old man Zuo Wuzhou a good look. He snorted coldly. Then he looked at Yang Xuan in the distance and asked, "Yang Xuan, why did you kill Nangong Tian and Hong wuvacancy?"


    Things happen for a reason. Fu Hongyun is old and sophisticated. He doesn''t think Yang Xuan is an impulsive and reckless person. It must be Nangong Tian and Hong Wuwei who offended him, so he will go to war.


    "Tell the elder that Nangong Tian and Hong Wuque hurt Qin LAN badly in order to rob her of a treasure. If the disciples hadn''t found her in time and treated her with a elixir, she would have died in a cold cave." Yang Xuan''s voice was not high, but it shook the world of yunoverseas


    Hearing this, the crowd finally understood why Yang Xuan wanted to kill Hong Wuque and Nangong Tian.


    Yang Xuan didn''t stop either. He looked around the audience with a sonorous and powerful voice: "Qin LAN is my Yang Xuan''s woman, which must be known all over the world. I dare to ask elder Fu, the disciple''s woman was almost killed. Should the disciple avenge his own woman now?"


    "Qin LAN, Yang Xuan is serious?" Fu Hongyun looked at Qin LAN behind Yang Xuan. Although his voice was calm, many Qixuan disciples could feel the anger rolling in his body.


    "Yes!" Qin LAN nodded.


    After receiving a positive reply, Fu Hongyun turned his head and stared at Nangong Tian. His chest was fluctuating and faintly in a violent state. He drank and asked, "Nangong Tian, what does the third rule of our seven Xuanmen say?"


    "Disciples of the sect are forbidden to kill each other. If they violate this rule, they will lose their accomplishments and drive them out of the gate wall. If they violate this rule, they will be killed without amnesty." Nangong Tian said.


    "Bastard, since you know you dare to harm your fellow martial sister?" Fu Hongyun was very angry. He blew his beard and stared for a while, and his body was trembling. If Nangong Tian were not the eldest martial brother of the inner gate of the seven Xuanmen and the eldest elder of the inner gate Shen Guyun, he would slap him to death and never let this scourge survive in the world.