"Bullshit account."


    "Yes, how many years have your Cuiyun Valley flourished, and how dare you be arrogant in front of our Qingyun sect?"


    A group of Qingyun sect disciples yelled and spit.


    Hearing these harsh voices, Murong Chong and others looked ugly, but the number of the other party was dominant. No matter how angry they were, they could only swallow their anger.


    "Get out of here quickly. Qingyun sect is always waiting for you to come to Cuiyun valley." Liu Wenfeng waved impatiently.


    "Tut Tut, it''s really arrogant, but is Qingyun sect great?" suddenly, a lukewarm voice came.


    "Who, get out of here," Liu Wenfeng said angrily.


    "Stop shouting, your grandpa is out." a young man in a black cloak came out of a chaotic Stone Forest calmly. It was Yang Xuan.


    "Brother Yang!" Murong Chong was surprised. He didn''t expect to meet Yang Xuan here.


    "Hehe, brother mu, let''s meet again." Yang Xuan smiled and said to Liu Wenfeng and others: "this ancient Nayuan array belongs to me. If you don''t want to die, you can roll now."


    "What are you talking about?" a blue robed young man in the seventh heaven of Vientiane was angry. Although the forest was big and there were all kinds of birds, he had never seen Yang Xuan so domineering.


    "Shit, this boy is tired of his life and wants to die." many Qingyun sect disciples were filled with righteous indignation and all glared at Yang Xuan, but it was just the cultivation of erchongtian in Vientiane territory. They dared to talk wildly and let them go. They just lived impatiently.


    Murong Chong and Zhou Yalan were stunned.


    This is too overbearing!


    Although they all hate Liu Wenfeng, they know they are not opponents and can only choose to calm down. Who knows, Yang Xuan drives people directly as soon as he comes out. He is in a strong mess, and Liu Wenfeng and others don''t pay attention at all.


    Murongchong and others don''t know where Yang Xuan came from. Does he think he can deal with Liu Wenfeng and others by himself?


    "Boy, you have the guts to repeat what you just said." Liu Wenfeng''s chest fluctuated and clenched his teeth.


    "Then you should listen well, and the Lord told you to get out." Yang Xuan blurted out and said with sonorous words.


    "It''s arrogant, senior brother. I''ll kill him now." the blue robed youth in the seventh heaven of Vientiane roared.


    "Younger martial brother, be sharp." Liu Wenfeng said coldly.


    "Don''t worry, elder martial brother. If I can''t kill the waste of the double heaven in the Vientiane realm, I''ll have no face to see people in the future." while talking, the young man in blue walked up to Yang Xuan with a gloomy face.


    "You''re too weak. Don''t make a mistake. It''s still time to go back quickly now." Yang Xuan said disdainfully.


    "Mole ants dare to speak unkindly to me. It''s hard for me to be angry if I don''t kill you today."


    As soon as the voice fell, the young man in blue jumped up like a goshawk. He rushed over quickly. A palm flashed out, and the pale golden real yuan on his palm turned into five claws. He grabbed Yang Xuan''s chest with the sharp whistling sound of wearing gold cracked stones.


    The secret skill of Qingyun sect, breaking stone claw, is not a unique skill, but its grade has also reached the initial level of prefecture level. According to the blue robed youth, this move is enough to take out Yang Xuan''s heart.


    "Be careful, brother Yang. This is the cleft stone claw of Qingyun sect. You can''t connect it hard." Murong Chong warned.


    Yang Xuan looked calm, and there was no panic on his face. As soon as he stepped back, the other party''s fierce grasp suddenly fell empty.


    "I said, you are too weak," said Yang Xuan, with a light face.


    "Damn it." the young man in blue didn''t seem to hear what he said. Seeing that his cracked stone claw was so easily avoided by a boy in the second heaven of the Vientiane realm, he was furious and didn''t keep his hand anymore. Zhenyuan''s luck made his hands thin and sharp. His power increased sharply and attacked Yang Xuan crazily.


    Poof poof!


    For a moment there was a sharp whistling sound in the air.


    "Ha ha, it''s too slow. Didn''t you eat? Make some strength!" Yang Xuan shook his body, as fast as a ghost, easily avoided the incoming claw shadow, and said with a ruthless smile.


    The laughter echoed. Seeing that the fierce attacks of the young man in blue robe were avoided by Yang Xuan, a group of Qingyun sect disciples were all stupid. It was incredible. They all doubted whether their eyes were hallucinating.


    ”Asshole, don''t hide. "The young man in the blue robe was furious and roared repeatedly, and his moves became more and more fierce.


    "Hehe, I''m inferior to others. Don''t you feel ashamed to let me not hide?" Yang Xuan said sarcasm while hiding. Even if the other party''s moves are cruel, he can easily avoid it.


    "Empty step!" the young man in blue burst out and showed a powerful body method secret skill, with a sharp increase in speed. Under the perfusion of Zhenyuan, a pair of palms seemed to be no longer made of flesh and blood, but made of metal, emitting a light golden metallic luster. Each nail breathed out a sharp light, and his claw speed doubled.


    Yang Xuan was still fearless. His physical body was strong, and his cultivation reached the double heaven of Vientiane territory. Although the opponent''s attack was fierce, he was a little faster than sun. He was the first to avoid the deadly claw every time.


    "Damn, I don''t believe I can''t hit you." the young man in blue couldn''t attack for a long time and became more and more angry.


    "Zheng!"


    A pleasant and clear sound sounded. He stopped using his cracked stone claws and pulled out his sword from his waist.


    This is obviously a medium-grade spirit sword. The blade emits cold luster and is extremely sharp.


    "Yes, there''s a medium-grade spirit sword. When I get it, hundreds of thousands of inferior yuan stones will be there." Yang Xuanpin nodded.


    "It''s arrogant to want to rob my sword when I''m dying. Remember, the man who killed you is fan yuan."


    With a cold drink, fan yuan followed the sword, urged the sharp sword, and took Yang Xuan''s life gate with a sword.


    "It''s almost time to play, and it''s my turn."


    As soon as he said this, there was a loud bang, the rocks flew, Yang Xuanteng rose in the air, and two fierce sword lights shot out of his eyes.


    His black hair is flying, his body is standing tall, and his body is full of explosive power. He is lucky in his body. His fist is reddish gold, emitting unparalleled power. With a gentle wave, the void is buzzing and shaking.


    At this moment, like a human Tyrannosaurus Rex, he swung his fist and dived down, smashing it down like lightning.


    "Keng!" fan yuan didn''t expect Yang Xuan to be so fierce. The spirit sword in his hand turned into a stab and swept at Yang Xuan''s fist. In his opinion, Yang Xuan''s flesh and blood can''t stop the edge of the spirit sword.


    However, he underestimated Yang Xuan''s flesh. Yang Xuan''s flesh was supplemented by Zhenyuan, which was not too much described as invulnerable.


    Bang Dang!


    When the fist collided with the spirit sword, a crisp metal impact sound broke out immediately.


    A huge force rushed in. Fan yuan snorted stiffly, and his body retreated seven or eight steps. An arm holding a sword seemed to be numb like an electric shock.


    "How could it be!" all the people present exclaimed, which was terrible. A warrior in the two Heaven of Vientiane territory could shake the spirit sword with his flesh and blood fist.


    "Is his fist harder than a spirit weapon?" all the people couldn''t believe it. Even Liu Wenfeng was surprised. He had seen that Yang Xuan''s physical body was extremely strong. His physical body alone was enough to kill the enemy.


    Thinking of this, he shouted, "younger martial brother, go all out."


    "Instant kill!"


    Fan yuan also understood the idea and did not hesitate. With a wave of the spirit sword in his hand, a cold sword Qi cut through the void and cut off his head towards Yang Xuan. The speed was like lightning.


    "Brother Yang, get out of the way. This is the instant sword skill of Qingyun sect." Murong Chong changed his color.


    However, Yang Xuan did not change his face. He lifted it casually and a long black sword appeared in his hand.


    This is the purgatory sword. Although I don''t know what grade it is, the artifact is an artifact. Even if the cultivation is too low to arouse the extreme divine power, the edge of the purgatory sword can''t be underestimated.


    Between the lightning and flint, Yang Xuan''s wrist shook. After he was a little faster to the incoming sword Qi, the sword Qi suddenly burst and was as fragile as paper paste.


    "It''s impossible!" fan yuan screamed, and a group of Qingyun sect disciples were stunned. What did they see? A boy from erchongtian in Vientiane destroyed their Qingyun sect''s instant killing sword skill with a sword.


    As a big sect within tens of thousands of miles outside the dark forest, Qingyun sect also has several powerful town sect unique skills, and this instant sword killing skill is one of them.


    This is the supreme killing sword skill that claims to be able to kill the enemy by leaps. How could it be so vulnerable that it was broken by someone else''s sword.


    At this moment, Liu Wenfeng couldn''t calm down. He secretly guessed the origin of Yang Xuan. He couldn''t imagine what forces could cultivate Yang Xuan and other amazing young talents.


    "Now it''s my turn to draw the sword. If you can stop it, I''ll spare you from dying."


    With a sneer, Yang Xuan moved like an eagle hitting the sky. The purgatory sword in his hand burst, and a sword hit fan yuan.


    This sword did not use Zhenyuan, but somehow fan yuan felt a great crisis coming.


    A sense of fear rose in his heart. He knew he couldn''t stop the sword and retreated quickly.


    However, it was too late.


    Puff!


    The purgatory sword in Yang Xuan''s hand easily penetrated his body protection Zhenyuan. In front of the artifact purgatory sword, what body protection Zhenyuan was in vain and as fragile as tofu.


    "Poof!"


    A mouthful of blood gushed out. Fan yuan only felt the burning pain in his internal organs. He looked down and saw that a long black sword had been inserted into his chest.


    "You said your strength was too weak, but you didn''t believe it. Now you understand the gap between you and me." Yang Xuan said and pulled out the purgatory sword with a touch of gorgeous blood.


    "Plop!" fan yuan fell down straight in front of him, and he couldn''t die any more.


    "The artifact is worthy of being an artifact. With purgatory sword, my strength has increased at least several times and more than ten times." Yang Xuan sighed.


    The purgatory sword is so strong that any body protector Zhenyuan can''t stop the peerless edge of the sword.


    "Gollum!"


    Over there, Murong Chong was stunned. It was too powerful. Although they knew that Yang Xuan''s strength was far superior to his accomplishments, fan yuan was also an expert of qichongtian in Vientiane territory. He was killed by Yang Xuan in a second.