Chatper 633 (1/2)

At this moment, the hall was silent, and no one spoke.

Shang Jie and the others looked at Qiu Shaoyang, and then at Yang Xuan, all showing fear in their eyes.

Qiu Shaoyang, who was as strong as the Tianyu Sect, had nothing to do with Yang Xuan, and was faintly suppressed.

This is because Yang Xuan did not use the divine sword. If he had used the divine sword, Qiu Shaoyang would have been defeated.

Qiu Shaoyang seemed to know this, so his face was very ugly.

He fixed his eyes on Yang Xuan and said, "I have to say that your strength is really strong, no wonder you can defeat Ji Changtian."

"When did I get defeated by him?"

Ji Changtian was so angry.

He was indeed at a disadvantage in the battle with Yang Xuan under the Blackwater Cliff, he admitted that.

But with the ice dragon guarding him, Yang Xuan can't take him, so what's the point of defeating him?

"If you lose, you will lose. No matter how much you argue, it's useless."

Qiu Shaoyang did not turn his head back to the tunnel.

"To shut up."

Ji Changtian couldn't bear it any longer.

"Stop yelling, you can go there too, Qiu Shaoyang alone is not my enemy."

Yang Xuan glanced at Ji Changtian lightly, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"Yang Xuan, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

Ji Changtian's figure rose and fell, and he came to stand beside Qiu Shaoyang.

Obviously, he is ready to join forces with Qiu Shaoyang, so that there may be a chance to get rid of Yang Xuan.

Qiu Shaoyang frowned when he saw Ji Changtian coming to his side, "What are you doing here?"

"Can you handle him alone?"

Ji Changtian said angrily.

"Who said I couldn't deal with him."

Qiu Shaoyang snorted coldly, there was murderous intent flowing in his pupils, and he directly rushed towards Yang Xuan with a light like electricity.

Yang Xuan's face did not change, but soon, his pupils shrank slightly, only to see a scarlet long sword in Qiu Shaoyang's hand.

scoff!

With a sharp whistle, Qiu Shaoyang followed the sword, as fast as electricity, and the sword hit Yang Xuan's throat.

"To kill me, a sharp sword is not enough."

Yang Xuan stood up and avoided Qiu Shaoyang's fatal blow. At the same time, he raised his right arm, swung the sword of purgatory, and slashed towards Qiu Shaoyang with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top.

"when!"

Qiu Shaoyang's reaction was unpleasant. He held the sword in both hands, and swept the sword toward the sky, smashing the purgatory sword. The collision of the two swords made a sound of piercing gold and cracking stones, which made the scalp numb, dizziness and ringing in the ears.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Xuan's tongue burst into spring thunder, and he pressed down with a strong sword. His tyrannical body, strong sun essence, and the profound meaning of killing sword intent and fire, suddenly burst out an astonishing force on the sword of purgatory.

It is like a terrifying beast awakening, unrivaled, destroying everything, and possessing a palpitating power.

"boom!"

Qiu Shaoyang was caught off guard from sinking his knees, and then he couldn't resist any longer, and his whole body was shaken back ten steps.

With every step of exiting, the ground trembled, showing how terrifying the power he was enduring, and even a few strands of red blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Die!"

Shang Jie and the others were speechless, unable to believe that what happened in their eyes was true.

"You are defeated."

Yang Xuan took his sword and stood up and said lightly.

"Am I defeated?"

After a brief trance, Qiu Shaoyang recovered. There was no dejection on his face, but a raging fighting intent burned in his eyes.

"Victory and defeat are common things in military affairs. If I can be today, why not learn from countless failures and become stronger."

Hearing this, Shang Jie and the others were shocked.

It's true that Qiu Shaoyang had a mad battle against the world's young leaders a few years ago. After each battle, he lost more and won less. But after he became the first true disciple of Tianyu Sect, he had played against people no less than a hundred times, and he won consecutive battles. defeat.

"Interesting, just relying on your words, I won't embarrass you."

Yang Xuan smiled slightly, turned around and left, without stopping on the road, he swung his sword to attack the statue one after another, and in just a few breaths, he got more than a dozen crystals of will.

"Brother Qiu, your injury doesn't matter, right?"

Shang Jie watched Yang Xuan go away and came to Qiu Shaoyang one after another.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a small injury. If it wasn't for his physical strength and his understanding of the profound meaning of fire, it would never have hurt me."

Qiu Shaoyang waved his hand.

"It's fine."

Shang Jie nodded and asked, "What should we do now?"

"A few of us are all geniuses in the world. Can't we still deal with that kid when we attack in groups?"

As Shen Yulong spoke, he looked at the long sword in Qiu Shaoyang's hand.

About three feet long, it was as red as blood jade, and the whole body exuded extremely strong divine fluctuations.

"This is the Heavenly Feather Sect's Flame Divine Sword!"

Shen Yulong exclaimed that the Yan Shenjian was a legendary sword of the Tianyu Sect passed down from generation to generation, and it was rumored that only the heirs of the headmaster could hold it.

"You Tianyu Sect really have high hopes for you. I didn't expect that you would even hand over the Zhenpai Divine Sword to you."

Ji Changtian strode forward, a bit of shock in his voice.

The Yan Shenjian is a top-quality divine sword, and the weapon spirit in it is an ancient flame dragon. No matter its level or lethality, it is not much inferior to his dragon-marked ice sword.

"What are you talking about now, let's kill together."