"This son, whether he thinks highly of himself or has poor eyesight, is really crazy."


    "No matter how crazy you are, if elder martial brother Liao''s thunder sword is killed, he will have to die without a whole body."


    Just as Yang Xuan raised his palm and tried to resist the lightning sword with flesh and blood, Liu Shichong and his party also came through the air and stood in the distance to watch the war.


    A group of people know the power of Lei Jiansha very well. Now we can see that although Yang Xuan is very surprised, they all believe that Yang Xuan is in the way of a mantis and will die.


    Mu Lingxue is in a daze. What is Yang Xuan doing?


    Is he really arrogant enough to think that with one hand, he can take over the mountain like lightning sword Qi.


    Thunder and lightning is the bane of all living creatures. Besides, it is still adding thunder and lightning to the sword art. The power is not as simple as adding one equals two.


    The master of zongmen, who created this unique skill in those years, once asserted that those who practice this skill are enough to walk sideways among the younger generation.


    But now, what Yang Xuan did completely exceeded mu Lingxue''s cognition.


    Mu Lingxue has met many young talents since her cultivation, but it''s the first time she can''t see through a person.


    Yang Xuan seems to be young, but his behavior style is always contrary to ordinary people, which is really difficult to understand.


    Long Yi, Ding MANSA and others were not surprised at Yang Xuan''s behavior.


    Not only that, they took it for granted.


    Yang Xuan is too strong and his strength is far beyond his cultivation.


    Since he dares to ignore Liao Zhiwen like this, he must have something to rely on.


    Although they seem to underestimate the enemy at the moment, Long Yi and they always believe that Yang Xuan can easily break Liao Zhiwen''s thunder sword kill.


    In the face of absolute power, all skills are empty talk.


    "Boy, you''re too conceited. Well, since you want to die, I''ll help you."


    Liao Zhiwen looked cold and fierce. He had never thought of killing Yang Xuan, but seeing that Yang Xuan despised himself so much, he immediately ignited an unknown anger in his heart.


    For a moment, he quickly formed several printing formulas with his hands. The speed of lightning sword Qi soared in vain. In a moment, he cut through the sky and came to Yang Xuan''s eyes. He was about to cut Yang Xuan into fly ash.


    "Little Doyle, look how I broke your thunder sword."


    Yang Xuan''s black hair was flying and he was calm. He grabbed the lightning sword Qi with his bare hands.


    "You''re looking for death!"


    Liao Zhiwen didn''t think he could kill Yang Xuan so easily, so his face didn''t show surprise.


    His hands continued to form the Yin formula, and he saw that the lightning sword was full of brilliance, lightning and thunder, and its power was fully improved by several points.


    "In vain!"


    Yang xuanrou is strong and powerful. Although lightning sword Qi has great lethality, it is difficult to hurt him in a short time.


    "Put it out!"


    He opened his mouth and drank wildly. He didn''t know what means he used. He saw the lightning sword Qi suddenly shake violently and crackle incessantly.


    However, in just a few breath, all the lightning melted into nothingness like ice and snow, as if it had never appeared.


    The only ancient sword left was held tightly by Yang Xuan, and it was difficult to move forward.


    "It''s impossible!"


    The whole audience was in an uproar.


    In addition to Long Yi and others who knew very well about Yang Xuan''s strength, even mu Lingxue was shocked and stared at Mei Mou.


    Mu Lingxue has never been so impolite as now. This scene is really amazing.


    Yang Xuan made Liao Zhiwen''s thunder sword invisible only with his flesh and blood hands.


    "This... How did he do it?"


    "Is there any mistake? The thunder sword of our God sect is so powerful that it was easily broken by people. It''s unimaginable!"


    "What''s the origin of this son? His flesh is too terrible."


    The world was full of noise. All the disciples of the God sect felt dizzy for a while. They couldn''t believe it was true.


    Just a teenager, he took Liao Zhiwen''s thunder sword with his flesh and blood palm.


    This is like a child who has just learned to walk. It makes people feel extremely untrue that he knocked down a big man with tiger back and waist with his bare hands.


    "Where is this young man? He can compete with our God''s unparalleled unique knowledge by relying on his flesh alone. Does he want to go against the sky?!"


    In the holy mountain, there were also several Shenzong elders who observed secretly. One by one, they saw that Yang Xuan broke Liao Zhiwen''s thunder sword kill with his bare hands, drove the sword light one after another and rushed over as fast as possible.


    What kind of teenager is this? His strength is so terrible.


    Strength is second. What means did he use just now to break the thunder sword so cleanly.


    After all, they are senior figures who have been practicing for many years. They don''t believe that Yang Xuanguang can break Liao Zhiwen''s Lei Jiansha with his flesh and blood. It''s impossible.


    "You..."


    On this battlefield, Liao Zhiwen was stunned and completely shocked.


    He never dreamed that someone in the world could use this method to dissolve his thunder sword killing.


    Yang Xuan, dressed in white and spotless, asked lightly, "are you surprised that I can break your thunder sword?"


    Hearing the speech, Liao Zhiwen looked gloomy and said nothing.


    He was really curious, but he didn''t have the face to ask.


    The unique skill at the bottom of the box was broken. He didn''t know how the other party did it, which made him angry and ashamed.


    It can be said that he was completely defeated in the duel.


    When the news spread, it was not known how many people in the whole young generation of immortality would laugh at him. Liao Zhiwen''s name was not worthy of his name.


    Seeing that Liao Zhiwen didn''t speak, Yang Xuan played with the ancient sword in his hand and said with appreciation, "this sword is pretty good, but he didn''t tell the master."


    "Give me back the sword."


    When Liao Zhiwen mentioned the ancient sword, he found that his sword had fallen into the hands of Yang Xuan. No matter how strong his spirit is, it is difficult for the ancient sword to break away from Yang Xuan.


    "Funny, have you ever seen a defeated man ask for weapons from the winner?"


    Yang Xuan sneered, slapped his face alive, or the kind of slapping sound.


    Liao Zhiwen''s chest fluctuated, his face was green and red, but he was stunned and couldn''t break out half a fart.


    "Look at you. You''re almost crying over grievances. It''s just a sword. Give it back to you."


    Yang Xuan skimmed his mouth, released his big hand, and let the ancient sword "whoosh" fly to Liao Zhiwen.


    "Today''s humiliation will be rewarded in the future. We''ll see."


    Leaving a cruel word, Liao Zhiwen put away the ancient sword, turned and left. The speed made a disciple of the gods blush.


    This is one of the most outstanding disciples of Shenzong for more than a hundred years. Now they have been made to flee. As Shenzong disciples, they are like being slapped in the face by someone. They feel as hard as they want, and they are oppressed to the extreme.