"Come and fight." Yang Xuan said, just two words, but endless arrogance.
Ye Nantian, pan an and Mu Qinghong all looked dull. They were just thinking about whether to stand up and help Yang Xuan out, but when they saw Yang Xuan slapping Nie Bei, they were all silent.
"Startle the goose to cut!" Nie Bei roared, using the unique skill of the Hunyuan sect. In an instant, people and swords combined and cut at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan looked indifferent. As soon as he lifted and grabbed his right hand, he grabbed the sharp sword in Nie Bei''s hand and twisted it. He only heard a dull sound of "click", and half of the broken sword flew out.
This is the sword of Nie Beizhen''s life. It is a medium-grade spirit sword made of cold iron for tens of thousands of years.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard the spirit sword was, it could not stop Yang Xuan''s great power. He broke it with his bare hands. It was as fragile as mud.
All the people smacked their tongues. The fighting power of the unknown boy was so terrible that he broke a medium-grade spirit sword. It was not like a human being.
"Young, handsome, arrogant, fearless and powerful, who is he? It''s so powerful!" a beautiful woman held her chest in her hands and her eyes were shining.
"This strength is really terrible, but when did such a young demon emerge in Zhongzhou? The most important thing is that he clearly didn''t use yuan force just now!" a young man with three levels of heaven and man was stunned.
The others didn''t speak. It was better than song Boming. The elders of each sect looked stunned and stared at Yang Xuan one by one, as if they wanted to see him through.
"How could it be like this?" Nie Bei looked at the broken sword in his hand, looked up at Yang Xuan and cried unbelievably.
"Noisy!" Yang xuanleng drank, raised his big hand and pulled him out.
"Poof!" Nie Bei''s face was bleeding like a spring. Yang Xuan''s slap was even stronger. He smashed half of his face and the bridge of his nose. He screamed and fell more than ten meters away. He fainted on the spot. He didn''t know whether it was pain or humiliation.
"Do it!"
At this time, seven or eight talents of the mixed yuan sect who came to watch the ceremony with Fu Gongyang suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Yang Xuan.
They all have the cultivation of heaven and man. The highest cultivation even reached the nine heaven of heaven and man. They broke through the air all the way. Some palms, some swords, and others used their martial spirits. Their murderous spirit soared. They almost made a sneak attack to kill Yang Xuan.
"A group of ants also want to shake the colossus. It''s too much." Yang Xuan drank in a deep voice, urged Yuan Li and blew his right fist forward.
For a moment, several fists flashed side by side and roared out. With the strong and pure yuan force in his body, Yang Xuan''s random blow was enough to be invincible at the same level. Even if the other party was a genius of the mixed yuan sect, he didn''t care.
Bang bang!!!
Under the shocking gaze of the crowd, several fists suddenly hit the seven or eight inner talents of the mixed yuan sect.
The speed was too fast. Seven or eight people didn''t have time to dodge, so they were attacked by fist strength. They vomited blood in their mouths and flew backwards like a broken string kite. They fell tens of meters away, knocked down several wine tables and injured many guests by mistake.
"How could this be possible? One punch hit several talents of mixed yuan sect!"
"It''s against the sky. What''s the origin of this son? I''m afraid his talent is no less than that of Yang Xuan in the sword palace!"
The whole audience burst into flames, and many people stared wide eyed. With one blow, several talents of the mixed yuan sect flew away. What a powerful strength it is, it makes people palpitate.
"What are you doing? Someone will kill this bold madman." Song Yun yelled. Yang Xuan knocked Nie Bei unconscious. He didn''t say it, but also punched seven or eight of his fellow martial brothers. It''s unimaginable. He didn''t dare to underestimate Yang Xuan any more.
"Can you kill me?" with a sneer, Yang Xuan disappeared from his place.
"Stop it." Song Boming roared as if he saw something.
"If you dare to act rashly, I''ll kill him right away." Yang Xuan appeared and grabbed Song Yun''s neck like a dog and raised him in front of him.
"Let go, let go of me..." Song Yun''s face turned red, his feet kicked disorderly and struggled hard, but the more he struggled, the more he felt suffocated.
Yang Xuan''s power was so terrible that he felt that he was about to be pinched off his neck.
"Vertical son, if my son is short of half a hair, I want you to die without a place to bury." Song Boming was furious, and a fire erupted from his eyes.
After many years as a teenager, he song Boming was kidnapped and his son was still in public. This was the groundbreaking of Taisui''s head, which made him crazy with shame and anger.
"How fast! It''s so easy to capture Song Yun!" the crowd was shocked. The more they thought about it, the more they felt terrible and surprised. It was only a moment, and they took Song Yun down.
"Boy, let go of Song Yun. I''ll let you leave alive." Fu Gongyang said as he prepared to go.
Up to now, Yang Xuan has attracted his attention. Once he sees the right time, he will kill Yang Xuan regardless of his identity.
"Shut up, you old dog. If you say more, I''ll kill the little white face surnamed song." Yang Xuan looked very cold. Without giving Fu Gongyang any face, he opened his mouth and called him an old dog.
Fu Gong''s Yang Qi blew his lungs and made smoke. An old face full of wrinkles had turned into pig liver color, which was very ugly.
It''s so hateful. The inner door elders of the noble Hunyuan sect are well-known. But now, a junior in heaven and earth dares to call him an old dog. He just feels angry. The whole person is on the edge of madness and is full of murderous spirit. Several inner door elders from Qingyun sect, bajianmen, Yunlan mountain villa, Cuiyun Valley and Ziyang sect change color.
At the same time, they were also shocked by Yang Xuan''s courage.
They were still like this, and others couldn''t calm down. The people present looked at Fu Gongyang, who was choked by Yang Xuan''s sentence, and were speechless for a while.
I have to say that the Hunyuan sect has lost face today.
First, Nie Bei, an inner sect genius who has become a blue sea and a tide, was stunned by a slap, and several inner sect disciples were seriously injured. Then Song Yun became a hostage. Now even Fu Gongyang, an inner sect elder of the mixed yuan sect, has been scolded as an old dog. It must be spread that the whole family of the mixed yuan sect will feel ashamed.
"Waste, be quiet, or I''ll let you never see the sun tomorrow." Yang Xuan ignored Fu Gongyang and song Boming, glanced at Song Yun in his hand, raised his left hand and lit several acupoints on Xia Yuwei''s chest.
"Cough!" Xia Yuwei coughed violently.
For a moment, she felt she could speak. She looked at Yang Xuan blankly: "who are you? Do we know each other?"
"Let''s not talk about this first. I''ll ask you and answer." Yang Xuan shook his head and said straight to the point: "did you come to Zhongzhou alone or with others?"
"I, I have several companions, but they were caught by the shameless man in your hand."
Hearing Xia Yuwei''s words, the crowd was in an uproar. Although many of them had already seen that Xia Yuwei was not willing to marry Song Yun, there was no real evidence after all. Now Xia Yuwei said it himself, which made people despise Song Yun and looked at Song Boming differently.
As Yang Xuanxian said earlier, song Boming turned a blind eye to his son''s forcible robbery of civilian women. He really deserved his reputation of being righteous and fair.
"Let people go." Yang Xuan looked at Song Boming and said coldly.
Song Boming was silent. His face was as gloomy as water. It was hard to see the extreme.
Isn''t it ugly?
His most spoiled son was captured in full view of the public. Now he has actually robbed people''s women. He can expect that song Boming will make a fool of himself and become notorious in the future.
"I asked you to let go. Did you hear it or pretended not to hear it? It seems that I have to take some measures to come out before you are willing to be obedient." Yang Xuan said, stretched out his left hand, grabbed a finger of Song Yun, broke it, and just heard a crack, and a bloody finger flew out.
"Ah!" Song Yun''s face was ferocious and his mouth screamed like a pig.
The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, one of his fingers was broken by Yang Xuan, and the pain can be imagined.
"How cruel!" many people''s eyelids jumped and their heads and feet were cold. They all saw that Yang Xuan was a cruel man. If song Boming didn''t let people go, he might really dare to kill Song Yun.
"Evil beast, don''t hurt my son." Song Boming''s face was twisted.
"Let people go immediately, or I''ll break your son''s arm." Yang xuanduan shouted.
"Come on, go and escort those people." Song Boming''s chest fluctuated and roared with anger and killing intention.
"Yes, marquis." several Marquis guards in Vientiane left in a hurry, and soon escorted a few people up.
Several people were familiar faces. Zhou Hu, Cheng Shaofeng, Liu Yueer, Xie Fei and Wang Chuan were all there. Yang Xuan swept his eyes and even saw manba.
At the moment, everyone was wearing heavy shackles on his hands and feet. When he walked, he banged. Except that Liu Yueer was not hurt, everyone else was black and blue. Among them, manba was the most seriously injured. One of his right arms was gone, and the only left arm was constantly bleeding, shocking.
"Big brother man!" Yang Xuan lost his voice and his eyes turned red. Before leaving Xingchen Island, manba agreed with him to come to Zhongzhou sword palace to find him. Unexpectedly, when we met today, manba was cut off one of his right arms.
"Are you?" manba raised his head. Under his messy hair, a pair of unyielding and bloodshot eyes looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously.
"Say, who broke my big brother''s arm?" Yang Xuan''s black hair danced wildly, and a terrible murderous spirit rushed out like a tornado storm.
This murderous spirit is terrible. It''s like an ancient fierce beast waking up from his deep sleep and trying to kill the world. It''s so violent that people almost want to suffocate and die.