"Presumptuous! What I hate the most is your expression and stinky mouth! You must step on your feet well later, and let your mouth eat my shoes!"
Zuo Jun said coldly: "You are a descendant of a garbage worker. If you can eat what the prince has eaten, I will treat you well. But a garbage worker will always be a garbage worker. Never try to be a man with a straight chest. I am now Just make you realize the reality!"
He clasped his hands in front of his chest, a ball of green light leisurely lit up from his hands, suddenly swelled up, and in the next moment, he rushed up his back along his arms and twirled on the wings.
Zuo Jun has a contradictory heart. On the one hand, he hates the royal family and the royal family who have more status than him, and on the other hand, he despises those common people who are not as important as him.
Therefore, there are contradictory personalities such as arrogance, contempt, inferiority, and sensitivity.
Su Yuan was lying on the ground, with tears all over his face, crying "woo woo". Today's battle has completely ruined his reputation, and he has no possibility of raising his head and being a man.
Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to be careless, with the sword formula, he turned his palm into a sword, and the true energy of Yanyang was transformed into Six Paths of Yanyang again, ready to fight.
I saw that Zuo Jun's wings suddenly became several times larger, and under the flap, two hurricanes were brought up, mixed with the poisonous gas between the sky and the earth like liquid, and they merged into one in front, like a viper, wandering towards.
The six suns above turned into a palm again. Yang Qingxuan raised his arm and pushed it out. At the same time, he stepped on his foot and greeted him. "For a long time, you are the one who can't recognize the reality! I can kill you once, and I can kill you for the first time." Second time!"
The giant palm and the viper clashed against each other, and countless violent energies dissipated, intertwined with fiery heat and gloomy wind, and eventually turned into thousands of sharp blades, piercing the mountain wall.
Yang Qingxuan felt the pressure, and the golden light on the giant palm also dimmed a little, so he hurriedly took a few steps back.
But Zuo Jun pressed over without giving in, and said ferociously: "Bitch! Now you know who is dead and who is alive?!"
Although the power of the six yangs can protect the whole body from being infected by the poisonous gas, Zuo Jun's own cultivation base is far higher than Yang Qingxuan's, so the giant palm is in a downward trend, although it will not fall down, it is violently consumed Yang Qingxuan's true essence.
This scene is exactly the same as the battle on the top of the mountain!
Zuo Jun chuckled, "In the battle that day, the one who escaped after being provoked by you, luck will never come again."
"joke!"
Yang Qingxuan sneered, and said with disdain: "Luck is just a humble word for the successful. The loser really thinks that there is such a thing. Falling into the illusion without knowing it, this is doomed to your defeat today!"
He raised his left hand, Jumang pointed straight away, and a finger "swish" pierced through the air, striking Zuo Jun's eyes.
Zuo Jun was startled, turned his palms together, and patted it down.
"boom!"
The power of the palms collided violently, and the fury burst out!
Originally, the palm and the snake were carried together, which was extremely unstable, but now it was pointed out that the power of the wind palm was disordered, and it suddenly became chaotic.
Yang Qingxuan smiled grimly: "There are many ways to escape, why bother you, isn't that bullying you with your IQ?"
"Boom!"
The balance between the two was broken in an instant, the flames of Yan Yang's true energy and the evil light of Poisonous Hand Venerable Fist were inextricably linked together, and like raging flames, they swept across the four directions and sent both of them flying.
Under the storm, the ground cracked, and some students in the front were also involved, and died on the spot, scaring the rest of the people to disperse in a hurry and stay away from the battlefield as much as possible.
Zuo Jun didn't touch the ground, flapped his thin wings in the air, flew around the hall in a spiral shape several times, and then landed on the ground.
Yang Qingxuan slid with his feet on the ground, carved two deep track marks, and slid tens of feet away before stopping.
The yang zhenqi on his body dissipated, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he suffered internal injuries.
Although the venom couldn't hurt him, Zuo Jun's tyrannical strength directly injured him in terms of cultivation.
He is in the mid-stage of Qi-swinging right now, with a fist and a palm, he can strike like a dragon and an elephant, and his cultivation has reached the mid-stage of spiritual martial arts. With the addition of Xuan-level martial arts, the only ones who can injure him with a single move are probably the strong ones in the real martial arts realm. up.
Moreover, from Zuo Jun's appearance at the moment, he is not an ordinary true martial arts existence.
Just when Yang Qingxuan was thinking wildly, Zuo Jun's figure flashed and flew in front of him, raised his hand to grab it, and a huge poisonous hammer bombarded him down.
"Damn it!"
Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth fiercely, and said angrily: "Who made you so presumptuous!"
Put your hands together in front of your body, the move of Liuyang is repeated, and you push it with your palms!
"Boom!"
It was another head-to-head blow, and both sides were sent flying.
But Yang Qingxuan couldn't suppress it any longer, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath began to drop.
"Hahahaha, after talking so much nonsense, isn't he going to die in the end? The descendant of a garbage worker, now he is about to become a garbage man!"
Zuo Jun once again transformed into a sickle in his hand, and slashed down.
Yang Qingxuan's sword art reappeared, and he fought with him, and the Yin's poisonous blade and sharp sword light kept shooting in all directions of the hall.
The faces of the students around were ugly, and they were all sweating for Yang Qingxuan. Now hundreds of people's expectations were placed on him, and many of them put their hands together and prayed for him.
Zuo Jun's sickle cuts are tricky and weird, and the number of ways is strange and deceitful, while Yang Qingxuan's sword is dexterous and elegant, sharp and fierce, exactly one evil and one good.
It's just that Yang Qingxuan was at a disadvantage everywhere and was tired of coping, while Zuo Jun was crazy, smiling foolishly, and had the upper hand.
The lights of swords and swords also shook the two of them from time to time, creating wounds. Zuo Jun's wound was deep, but healed quickly, while Yang Qingxuan's wound was shallow, but it was difficult to heal in a short time.
Zuo Jun's face was gloomy. Although he looked crazy, he was calculating rapidly in his mind.
The previous battle in the hall had consumed a lot of real energy, and now he was exhausted from fighting. Although Yang Qingxuan seemed to be at a disadvantage, his true energy was surging and he showed no sign of defeat.
The longer this stalemate continues, the more unfavorable it will be for me.
"Bang bang bang!"
Sword lights and sword nets, refrigerators clank.
Under the clash of the swords, he exerted his strength angrily, only to hear an ear-shattering sound, and the strength radiated from the joint of the sword, and the two of them were affected by the rebounding force, and they both retreated more than ten steps.
"Yang Qingxuan, what's the point of running around like a dog?"
Zuo Jun said angrily: "The next move will send you back to the west!"
As a sudden aura emanated, Zuo Jun was like a sucker, the poisonous gas in the entire hall was attracted to him, and the poisonous gas around him immediately became thicker, whistling like a whirlwind.
"I'm tired of hearing this, can't I change it to something new?"
Yang Qingxuan smiled coldly and said, "Why, have you beaten enough?"
With the tactic in hand, the power of Yanyang in the hall immediately gathered, and the sword of demon slaying was also suspended in front of him, reflecting Ling Ran's sword light.
(end of this chapter)