Chatper 525 (1/2)

"The old man has a clear air."

An old man in a green robe appeared, standing in the sky, with an old face and immortal style.

He carried his hands behind his back, and his clothes were fluttering. Although he didn't exude any tyrannical aura, his eyes were like two bright lights, shining brightly when they opened and closed, and seemed to be able to read people's hearts.

The old man is Feng Qingyang, the first person under the emperor recognized by the Great Sanctuary World. His strength is piercing through the sky and the sky.

"The wind is clear!"

The sisters of the Yi family were surprised at first, and then relieved. No wonder Yang Xuan was so calm and composed, it turned out that he came with Feng Qingyang.

The poor He Brothers, who didn't know anything about this, dared to take action against Yang Xuan, which was completely courting death.

"Wind, the wind is clear..."

He Xiong's heart trembled, and there was endless fear in the depths of his eyes.

This is a half-step emperor, and he can be wiped out with a single blow. It's ridiculous that he still wants to kill Yang Xuan to win his unicorn arm, but he doesn't know that Feng Qingyang is already watching the battle in the dark and can help him at any time.

"This son is so reckless, it turns out that he treats me as a whetstone, which is extremely hateful!"

He Xiong glanced at Yang Xuan quietly, and his anger was already out of his heart. He finally understood why this kid was so arrogant and domineering before, because there were people behind him, and he was not afraid of accidents at all.

"I have seen Master!"

Yang Xuan saluted.

"Your unicorn arm is very strong, but it can't last long, and the side effects are not small, but as your physical body strengthens, this magical power can also exert a good formidable power, enough to make you leapfrog to kill the enemy."

Feng Qingyang said, completely ignoring He Xiong.

The more this is the case, the more uncertain He Xiong's heart is.

He was covered in cold sweat, he didn't dare to move his body, he didn't even dare to speak, his breathing was heavy,

"What Master said is very true, the unicorn arm is indeed not perfect."

"You don't need to mind, there are thousands of magical powers in the world, and it is difficult to have a flawless technique."

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly, but just casually, the giant claw above Yang Xuan's head collapsed out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.

"Senior, forgive me."

Seeing this scene, He Xiong was so frightened that his calf became weak, and he fell to his knees with a plop, trembling all over.

In front of Feng Qingyang, he is an ant-like existence. He is too insignificant and has no resistance. I just hope that Feng Qingyang is a bit of a master and can open up and spare his life.

"Deserved!"

Yixiu snorted softly.

"God's sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins can't live."

Yi Qingwu said indifferently.

"To kill or not to kill, you decide."

Feng Qingyang handed over the decision to Yang Xuan.

"The disciple killed his younger brother and has forged a deadly revenge with him. Naturally, he can't leave trouble for himself."

Since Yang Xuan's debut, he has never understood what it means to be kind-hearted and soft-hearted, and walked towards He Xiong.

He was injured and consumed a lot of qi and blood. He is very weak now, but there is a clear wind. He Xiong is an ordinary person in front of him, and he doesn't take it seriously at all.

"Yang Xuan, you are so cruel!"

Seeing Yang Xuan approaching, He Xiong roared hysterically.

"No poison, no husband, do you still think I'll let you go?"

Yang Xuan said with a smile.

"Senior, this junior swears to the sky that he will never seek revenge on Yang Xuan in the future, and I hope that you will be kind and save the junior's life."

Although He Xiong did all kinds of evil and was cruel, but when it was his turn to face death, he still didn't want to die, and was afraid of death. Now that Yang Xuan was determined to kill him, he could only pin his hopes on the aloof Fengqing. Yang on.

"Well, the old man will give you a chance."

This is Feng Qingyang's answer. He flicked his sleeve, and an invisible storm imprisoned He Xiong's air, making it difficult for him to mobilize his divine power.

"..."

He Xiong trembled all over, divine power was his biggest reliance, and even divine power was imprisoned, so he was left with only his body.

But Yang Xuan's body is as strong as a dragon, and he can burst out with a terrifying force with one punch. How can he be the enemy?

In the end, Feng Qingyang still wanted him to die.

Although I didn't do it myself, the results were the same.

"Come on, fight me like a man, if you can block my three punches, I will spare you not to die."

"Is this true!?"

"Of course, my words count, the first punch."

Yang Xuan said that he would do it without any slack. He stood up on the ground with his feet on the ground, and his figure rushed out in a straight line, just like a cannonball that came out of its chamber.

"You are a sneak attack!"

He Xiong changed color and roared, and saw a fist coming at high speed. The terrifying momentum made him feel as if ten thousand horses were rushing towards him. The impact made him stand unsteady, and he didn't even have time to dodge. He was already punched in the chest. He was beaten to the point of being ripped apart, and he flew out with blood spitting out of his mouth.

With just one punch, he was severely injured, and his body crashed to the ground with a rumble like a meteor, smashing the ground into pieces, and the sand and stones collapsed.

"Second punch!"

Yang Xuan soared into the sky, like an eagle hitting the sky, soaring to a height of more than ten meters, then swung his right arm and dived down, giving He Xiong no time to breathe, and punched him on the lower abdomen.

puff!

Even though He Xiong was physically strong, he couldn't stop Yang Xuan's violent punching power.

"This guy is so fierce when he is injured!"