"The old man''s tone is not small. I''m afraid you don''t have that ability."


    Yang Xuan raised his head, glanced at Wu Manshan and looked contemptuous.


    It''s just an old martial artist at the peak of the divine power realm. He has seen many such martial artists and killed many.


    Wu Manshan was furious and his eyes showed fierce light. Before he could speak in time, Feng Haoran took the lead; "Who are you and what''s the relationship with Xie Feng?"


    Yang Xuan didn''t answer either. He looked down at the blue sword in his hand.


    It is about three feet seven inches long and two fingers wide. It''s gorgeous and dazzling. It''s like a deep-sea cold crystal. Its divinity fluctuates strongly. You can see it at a glance.


    "Good sword!"


    Yang Xuan''s eyes were bright and full of praise.


    "The sword is a good sword, but are you sure you can keep it?"


    Feng Haoran was very angry and smiled back. Although Yang Xuan came strangely and his speed was beyond everyone''s expectation, his accomplishments were there. No matter how strong his strength is, how strong can he be.


    "I count three times. After three times, if you don''t hand over the sword again, I won''t blame you for being rude."


    Wu Manshan gnashed his teeth, but before he began to count off, Yang Xuan waved to interrupt.


    "Don''t count, I''ll stand here. If any of you want a divine sword, just put your horse to fight."


    The whole audience was in an uproar.


    Everyone doubted whether they had heard wrong. A hairy boy who didn''t even have a life in the meteorite realm actually made wild remarks here to fight all of them alone.


    This is how arrogant and confident, or there is a wind Haoran and Wu Manshan in the field, they would have risen together to attack.


    Xie Feng''s face is calm. This is Yang Xuan''s style. Unless he is supreme, no martial artist will be paid attention to by him.


    "Die!"


    Wu Manshan couldn''t bear it. His body jumped up and rushed over.


    But what made him wonder was that no matter Yang Xuan or Xie Feng, his face was very calm.


    Even on Yang Xuan''s face, a smile appeared. Wu Manshan felt that the boy''s smile was full of strong irony.


    "This son is not afraid of me. Can he still deal with me?"


    Wu Manshan''s thoughts flashed and he couldn''t help being vigilant.


    At his age and accomplishments, he will never underestimate anyone. Even if Yang xuanxiu is very low, he knows his strength is good because he can take the divine sword.


    "Kill you."


    Just when Wu Manshan was secretly on guard, Yang Xuan snorted coldly, and his body disappeared. It seemed that he evaporated out of thin air. No one knew where he had gone.


    "Stealth!"


    Wu Manshan was startled and immediately felt that there was a fierce killing opportunity behind him.


    It was like ten thousand swords piercing his heart, which made his back cool and his heart and soul lost.


    Before he could Dodge, a sharp pain came from his vest, which made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning.


    He looked down and saw a piece of blue sword body coming out of his chest. There was blood dripping on it. That was his blood.


    "Cough, it''s impossible. How can I die!?"


    Wu Manshan couldn''t accept it. He vomited blood and growled reluctantly.


    But no matter how unwilling he is, his vitality is losing rapidly.


    "Vulnerable!"


    Yang Xuan smiled coldly and pulled out the blue long sword.


    This is Xie Feng''s divine sword. Although it is far less than purgatory sword, it is also enough to tear open the body protection of any martial arts person in his hand.


    However, with one sword, he not only penetrated the heart of Wu Manshan, but also twisted the viscera of Wu Manshan into fly ash.


    "Beast, I, I will not let you go."


    Wu Manshan turned his head, shouted with all his strength, and then fell straight into a pool of blood. His angry eyes showed that he was dying.


    "Wu Manshan is dead!"


    The crowd was stunned. It was better than Wu Manshan. It couldn''t even stop Yang Xuan''s sword and was killed on the spot.


    At the moment, even Feng Haoran was frightened, and his face was full of fear.


    It''s just a sword. He killed Wu Manshan in a second.


    In other words, Yang Xuan only needs a sword to kill him.


    "Terrible, did he just show the invisible soul?"


    "I don''t know, but I always think this son is very similar to a person."


    "Who?"


    "Yang Xuan of Huangzhou, it is said that Yang Xuan has cultivated a secret art of space, coming and going without a trace."


    The people whispered, and all of them set off a storm, because the young man in white in their eyes is likely to be Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuan, a demon from Outland, did many earth shaking things as soon as he came to their ancient continent.


    Say the Heishui cliff incident. He can escape from the eyes of the demon Emperor Yan Luo, so we know how strong he is.


    With his eyes fixed on him, Yang Xuan looked calm. He calmly bent down and took Wu Manshan''s storage ring off his right index finger.


    Seeing this scene, no one spoke.


    After such a few seconds, seeing that Yang Xuan had returned to Xie Feng, Feng Haoran couldn''t help but say, "are you Yang Xuan of Huangzhou?"


    Yang Xuan didn''t answer. He didn''t even look at Feng Haoran.


    He smiled at Xie Feng and thrust the divine sword into the latter''s hand.


    “……”


    Xie Feng was stunned. This is a divine sword. How many people in the world don''t want to take it as their own, but Yang Xuan didn''t blink, so he returned the sword to him, which greatly moved him in his heart.


    "Take it. This sword belongs to you. Besides, if you can find this sword, it also proves that you are destined for it."


    Yang Xuan patted Xie Feng on the shoulder.


    "Brother Shi''s kindness will never be forgotten by Xie Feng, but in the future, brother Shi can speak wherever I can use Xie Feng."


    Xie Feng said solemnly. If Yang Xuan hadn''t done it, he might have saved his life today, but the divine sword had no chance with him.


    "Brother Xie, you''re welcome."


    Yang Xuan smiled and said, "people have been killed. Let''s go now. I think no one should dare to play the divine sword any more."


    "OK."


    Xie Feng nodded, slightly behind Yang Xuan, and walked forward with him all the way.


    I don''t know whether intentionally or unintentionally, Yang Xuan chose the direction just facing the wind Haoran.


    His black hair was flying, step by step, closer and closer to the wind.


    Feng Haoran''s face was ugly, neither hiding nor staying in place. For a moment, he didn''t know what to do.


    "Good dog, get out of the way."


    Yang Xuan shouted.


    "What are you talking about?"


    Feng Haoran was furious. He was the young master of the great Feng family. How noble his identity was. He was scolded as a dog in full view of the public and shouted at him to get away, which made him jump with anger.


    "Brother Xie, lend me your sword."


    Yang Xuan walked along the aisle.


    Xie Feng was stunned and then handed over the divine sword.


    Yang Xuan grabbed it and approached Feng Haoran with a sword.


    Without any words, his posture alone made the bystanders tremble.


    Everyone knows that if Feng Haoran doesn''t give way, he will be cut off by Yang Xuan.


    Even Wu Manshan was killed by a sword. No one doubts Yang Xuan''s strength.


    It''s okay if he doesn''t do it. Once he does it, Feng Haoran will die without life.


    Pedal pedal!!!


    The wind was so scared that he stepped back and even retreated to the side in the end.


    This scene was shocking, but people were relieved when they thought about it.


    Everyone asked himself and knew that if he were himself, he would make the same choice as Feng Haoran.


    "Waste!"


    Yang Xuan kept walking, walked side by side with Xie Feng, and said sarcastically.


    "Ho ho!"


    Feng Haoran''s eyes are ready to crack, his upper and lower teeth are biting, and his heart is like being stabbed by a knife, dripping blood constantly.


    He knew that Yang Xuan was scolding him as a waste. He scolded him mercilessly in front of the people all over the world.


    However, when photographed by Yang xuanzhiwei, he was the young master of the wind family, and was stunned, he didn''t dare to answer back.


    "So strong!"


    The crowd stared at Yang Xuan and Xie Feng walking away, speechless for a long time.


    Although Xie Feng didn''t turn his head, he couldn''t keep calm when he heard the silence behind him.


    This is strength. In the face of absolute strength, even in the face of the temptation of the divine sword, no one dares to cross the thunder pool.


    "Little Lord!"


    Here, a group of more than a dozen people came and gathered around Feng Haoran. Needless to say, these people were all martial arts masters of the Feng family. A white robed old man led by him even had the highest cultivation accomplishments in the divine power realm and was powerful all over.


    "People haven''t gone far. I don''t know if the wind will be strong?"


    "Wu Manshan is killed in a second with one sword. The boy''s strength is terrible. If Feng Haoran dares to act rashly, it will be more or less dangerous."


    People''s heads meet their ears, and their eyes fall on Feng Haoran.


    Feng Haoran was as if there were no one else. His face was cloudy and sunny. He hesitated to go after Yang Xuan. If he could kill Yang Xuan, he would undoubtedly get a divine sword.


    But what if you can''t?


    "Kill me as soon as possible, or I''ll go far."


    In the distance, an indifferent voice came from Yang xuanzhi''s mouth. Although he turned his back to the crowd, he was clear about the situation in the rear.


    "Young Lord, who is that boy?"


    The white robed old man frowned and asked. They went deep into the ruins to meet with Feng Haoran. They didn''t know about the divine sword.


    "He has a magic sword."


    The wind Haoran hates him.


    "What, divine sword, I will take the divine sword for the young master."


    "Don''t go, you''re not his opponent."


    "It''s just a boy who returns to the peak of one country. Young master, are you kidding?"


    "Wu Manshan was killed by him and killed with a sword. The body is there now."


    The old man in white robe looked in the direction of Feng Haoran''s fingers and saw Wu Manshan''s cold body at a glance. His body was shocked.


    Wu Manshan, he knows that this is a real murderer. Although his cultivation is equivalent to that of him, if he really wants to fight between life and death, he will definitely die in the end.


    But now, Wu Manshan died and was killed with a sword.


    The white robed old man didn''t doubt Feng Haoran''s words, but it was incredible that a boy with low cultivation killed Wu Manshan.


    "Gone!"


    "Alas, let''s go. That boy may really be Yang Xuan, strong enough to sweep any martial artist below the Supreme Master."


    Around, the crowd dispersed one after another. Yang Xuan and Xie Feng have gone away and disappeared in their vision. It''s useless for them to stay here. It''s better to search carefully in the ruins and maybe find an artifact.


    The ruins are not only large, but also an ancient battlefield. There are no fewer treasures left. Since Xie Feng can find the divine sword under the ruins, they can also harvest as long as they are lucky enough.