"I''m not really afraid of you when I hide. How can you get me when you''re really a little magic sword?"


    Yang xuanren was in mid air and looked down with his bare hands.


    "Strike a stone with an egg."


    Luo Shaobao disdained to sneer. A sword Qi suddenly burst out on the Qingming sword. A cold sword Qi seemed to freeze everything.


    "Broken!"


    Yang Xuan didn''t care. A lot of real sun fire poured out of his palm. As soon as this ice cold sword touched the real sun fire, it turned into nothingness like melting ice and snow.


    At the same time, Yang Xuan''s big hand caught the Qingming sword, making it difficult for the sword to move forward.


    "You..."


    Luo Shaobao was moved. No matter how he exerted his strength, Yang Xuan''s big hands were as motionless as mountains.


    Luo Shaobao was shocked by Yang Xuan''s physical strength, and it was incredible that his Qingming sword didn''t hurt Yang Xuan''s big hand.


    This is simply not a human hand. It is harder than King Kong and can be called invincible.


    "Oh, my God! Is that true?"


    "Monster, isn''t this son from the dragon family? I''m afraid only the dragon family can compete with artifact with flesh and blood."


    The crowd exclaimed. They didn''t expect that Yang Xuan was so terrible that he could defeat the divine sword with his bare hands.


    In the dark world, everyone has heard the name of Qingming sword. He never thought that one day, this sword would be held in his hand by a young man.


    "Go away, this sword belongs to me."


    Yang Xuan suddenly opened his mouth and burst into a violent drink. The sound was as loud as the roar of the dragon and the tiger, and as loud as the roar of the God of thunder. Luo Shaobao was stunned and flew out.


    As soon as he retreated, the Qingming sword also changed its owner, and Yang Xuan took it into his hand.


    "Ah! Return my sword."


    Luo Shaobao was almost mad and roared.


    "Waste one, you don''t deserve to have a divine sword. Even if this sword has spirit, it can never recognize you as the Lord."


    Qingming sword has no sword spirit. Yang Xuan knew when he started this sword. Maybe the sword had a sword spirit, but the sword spirit has long disappeared over the years.


    Because of this, Yang Xuan can seize the sword strongly. Otherwise, I''m afraid it will take some effort.


    "This son is really not generally strong!"


    "Yes, it''s so powerful. Who would have thought that he could get the magic sword of luojiazhen family so easily."


    "Alas, Luo Shaobao should be unlucky. This time not only the divine sword was taken, but also his own life."


    Looking at Yang Xuan standing in the air and the Qingming sword in his hand, many people were deeply shocked and sympathized with Luo Shaobao.


    Now the divine sword has been taken away. Luo Shaobao can''t be Yang Xuan''s opponent no matter how strong he is. Just because Yang Xuan can shock Luo Shaobao with a word, we know that there is a great gap between them.


    "Boy, don''t you return the sword?"


    Luo Shaobao shouted wildly, with anger and fear in his eyes.


    Yes, proud as he is, he is afraid now.


    "A broken sword, do you still regard it as a treasure? Return it to you."


    With a wave of Yang Xuan''s big hand, the Qingming sword suddenly turned into a sword light and flew out. Luo Shaobao didn''t even return to his mind. A right arm was struck by the sword light and cut off.


    "Ah!"


    Luo Shaobao screamed and was in pain.


    "The sword has been returned. You can''t catch it yourself, so don''t blame me for forcibly taking it."


    With a move of Yang Xuan''s hand, Qingming sword immediately flew back and returned to his hand again.


    All this happened only for a moment, until everyone reacted, Luo Shaobao was cut off by Yang Xuan.


    In an instant, he cut off Luo Shaobao''s arm. Yang Xuan''s strength has stunned all the people present. It must be said that it is a great sorrow and shame for Luo Shaobao to be cut off by the family sword.


    "Hehe, Hou Feiyu, Hou Feiyu, you seem to have provoked someone you shouldn''t!"


    Among the crowd, Wen Tao smiled strangely and looked at Hou Feiyu with a look of schadenfreude.


    Hou Feiyu wanted to make an idea of Yang Xuan''s woman. Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan was so powerful. It was completely suicide.


    As strong as Luo Shaobao, they are so embarrassed by Yang Xuan. Wen Tao doesn''t think Hou Feiyu can beat Yang Xuan.


    Hou Feiyu''s face was uncertain. He really didn''t expect Yang Xuan to be so powerful, but there was no other way. He couldn''t put down his body and apologize to Yang Xuan.


    "Little beast, I''m dead with you."


    After the severe pain, Luo Shaobao completely ran away, and he had to work hard with Yang Xuan.


    "Die!"


    Yang Xuan moved his body and was extremely fast. He didn''t give Luo Shaobao a chance at all. He nailed Luo Shaobao to the ground with a sword.


    "It''s only a sword to kill you. If you can die under this sword, you will have no regrets."


    Yang Xuan pulled out the Qingming sword, looked at Luo Shaobao coldly and said.


    "I, my Luo family will not... Let you go..."


    After finishing a sentence intermittently, Luo Shaobao died on the spot.


    "How cruel!"


    "Terrible, he really dares to kill Luo Shaobao!"


    At this moment, everyone was stunned except Yuechan fairy who knew something about Yang Xuan.


    Luo Shaobao, the young master of the Luo family, died here and was ruthlessly killed by a young man. What a shocking thing. If it weren''t for his own eyes, no one would believe that someone had the courage to kill Luo Shaobao.


    The minor security guard of the Luo family is the hope of the Luo family and the next heir of the Luo family, but now he has been killed, and the killing is still so crisp.


    "Don''t die“


    Several of Luo Shaobao''s followers fell to the ground at the moment, but strangely, their eyes were not very sad, but full of deep fear.


    "You don''t seem to hate me when I kill your former master?"


    Yang Xuan put away the Qingming sword as if there were no one else, then fell from the sky to Luo Cheng, looked at the young man who had broken his arm and said.


    "He should have died. If you can kill him, I will only feel happy, very happy."


    Luo Cheng bit his teeth.


    "Why?"


    Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows. He could see that Luo Cheng hated Luo Shaobao.


    "I had a sister, but I was raped two years ago..."


    Speaking of this, Luo Cheng paused, and his eyes were filled with hatred and anger.


    "I see. It was Luo Shaobao who raped your sister."


    "Yes, although there is no conclusive evidence, I am sure that the man who raped my sister is this damn beast."


    "For such a person, you are willing to break your arm. Why bother?"


    "I cut off my arm, not for this beast, but for the love of the Luo family. No matter how Luo Shaobao is, the Luo family has great kindness to me, my father and grandpa."


    "Well is well, resentment is resentment. You are very good, but once Luo Shaobao dies, the Luo family may not let you go. You''d better go immediately and escape as far as you can."