Chatper 684 (1/2)

In mid-air, fists and feet flew.

Every time it hits, the void will explode with unparalleled power and collapse ten directions.

Under Yang Xuan's violent offensive, in just a few breaths of time, Yu Qian was no longer able to fight. Not to mention how heavy the internal injuries were, the trauma alone made him grin in pain and sweat all over his head.

"boom!"

After sixteen moves, he was no longer able to contend, and was slapped to the ground by Yang Xuan with a slap covering his head and face, coughing up blood again and again in his mouth.

"Yu Qian lost, and he lost so fast and so miserably!"

Everyone was shocked.

Before the war, who would have thought that Yu Qian would lose, but the scene in front of them was by no means illusory, so they had to believe it.

"How can this happen, how can this happen, I'm a master of the Eighth Heaven of Divine Power Realm!"

Yu Qian was disheveled and yelled, he couldn't accept the result.

"Escape, as long as you can escape my next blow, I will spare you not to die."

Yang Xuan lowered his head slightly, looking down at Yu Qian condescendingly, his eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

Yu Qian and Yang Xuan looked at each other, and their hearts suddenly trembled.

He understood that he was really defeated, and he was not Yang Xuan's opponent at all, and he would definitely die if he stayed.

Without thinking about it, he stood up, regardless of the aggravation of the injury, mobilized all the remaining divine power, and hurried away with the strongest movement secret technique.

However, before he could escape very far, a terrifying aura descended, causing him to fall directly from mid-air to the ground as if struck by lightning, unable to get up again.

"How is this going?"

The crowd was stunned, they didn't feel any momentum, but they were still shocked when they saw Yu Qian suddenly fall to the ground.

"You, you have comprehended the profound meaning of kendo!"

As expected of an elder in the Divine Power Realm, Yu Qian quickly knew what this momentum was. For a while, he couldn't even speak, and his old face was full of despair.

Not to mention the tyranny of the fleshly body, and actually comprehend the profound meaning of the supreme swordsmanship, which makes it impossible for people to live?

"die!"

Yang Xuan raised his right hand, his index finger and middle finger together, and vigorously drawn out.

Clang!

A golden sword qi burst out of the sky. It was only half an inch in size at first, but it rose in the wind and instantly became several meters in size. The whole body shone with light, but no breath was leaked.

"This is!?"

Yu Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, it was too late to dodge, so he could only fight with his fists to resist.

However, all was in vain.

The golden sword aura that was several meters in size was unabated, wiping out his entire being.

Without the slightest blood blooming, an old-generation powerhouse in the Eighth Heavenly Power Realm just disappeared.

This is the God-killing Sword Qi, and its destructive power can be called shocking. This is still suppressed by Yang Xuan, and he did not mobilize too much of the sun's true energy, otherwise it would not be difficult to kill a half-step Supreme.

"Come on!"

Not far away, the crowd dispersed in a rush, and everyone took out the ability to press the bottom of the box and quickly started to run away.

"kill!"

Yang Xuan used his free and easy steps, killing one step at a time, and stepping out nine steps, nine people died tragically, and were killed by his fists and feet, and no one was able to be completely dead.

"Monster, this kid is a monster!"

Although the remaining five people were not dead, they were all scared to death, and they escaped faster. They could not wait to have two more legs.

Yang Xuan didn't chase after him, and flicked his fingers, five golden fingers pierced through the sky, like five divine weapons, and shot five people one by one.

...

In the depths of the ruins, Yang Xuan's clothes were flying, and he was walking alone, all the way to the land of storms.

Regardless of whether the land of storms is the burial place of Fengshen Langjun, since he has encountered it, he must go over to find out, and maybe he can use the law of wind to improve his own realm of wind, or even comprehend the profound meaning of wind.

If he can comprehend the profound meaning of the wind, his speed will become faster and his strength will rise.

He really met the Demon Emperor Yama, and even if there was no purgatory boy to help, he would still have the strength to fight Yama.

Xiaoyao walked down, Yang Xuan's speed was extremely fast, and he took several dozen feet in one step, but with a cup of tea, he had traveled thousands of miles, and he was about to reach his destination.

"Boom boom-"

At this moment, the earth shook and roared like thunder.

At the far end of the horizon, a huge mushroom cloud suddenly rose up, and there was a lot of brilliance in it, and the energy fluctuation was amazing.

"The people of the Wei family listen carefully, and quickly hand over the magical jade slip, or else you won't want to leave this place alive today."

"You bastards, my Wei Family Supreme is in this ruin, aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

"Haha, in order to obtain the divine powers inherited from the ancient great emperor, even if you offend your Wei family supreme, don't delay the time, you young master of the Wei family. If you don't want to die, hurry up and hand over the divine power jade slip."

"Qing Shu, hurry up, the old man and others stopped them."