"No!"
Ye Tao and Ye Mingchuan screamed miserably at the same time.
Ye Mingchuan even unleashed his life's potential, all his cultivation burst out at this moment, and he retreated.
"laugh!"
That sword fell through, but the sword's aura shot over, and went straight into Ye Mingchuan's lower body, a little blood stained his crotch red.
"Aw!~"
Ye Mingchuan howled, and retreated more than ten feet away, covering his crotch with his hands, tears came out.
Ye Tao also opened his mouth wide, and his face was a little pale. He didn't know what happened to the sword injury.
"Ah."
Yang Qingxuan smiled lightly, and said: "You have been abolished below, so don't even think about marrying the princess, and go home early with your father for dinner."
"ah!!"
Ye Mingchuan yelled like a pig, he didn't know how he was hurt, but when he touched his crotch, it was full of blood, his eyes were full of tears, and he rushed forward roaring, "I want you to pay for it!"
Stretching out his hand to grab it, the electric spear appeared in his hand, and stabbed it suddenly.
Yang Qingxuan raised his sword to block it, and with a "bang", he was shocked back seven or eight steps.
Ye Mingchuan was also stunned for a moment, looking at the spear in his hand, the lightning flashed non-stop, and he didn't look suppressed at all.
Ye Tao was also stunned, and said in a daze: "Isn't there a martial spirit to suppress it?"
Yang Qingxuan touched the back of his head, and said embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, I haven't mastered the method of Wuhun suppression. Every time I release Wuyi, I can only maintain five breaths. In fact, you used Wuhun to block the sword just now. It'll be fine."
Ye Mingchuan: "..."
"Giggle."
Wu Qiyue couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, said: "Why did you say that, isn't this bullying? You have turned bad."
"Ah!! I'm going to kill you!!"
Ye Mingchuan roared wildly, his entire face distorted and deformed, gold and jade rose violently, turning into electric spears and floating around, the sky became extremely gloomy and oppressive, and there were even thunders in the clouds.
"Take my strongest blow, lightning and thunder, go to hell!"
Ye Mingchuan pushed with both palms, and countless electric spears pierced away in an instant, like a thousand lightning strikes.
Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. This was Ye Mingchuan's furious blow, which was even more powerful than before. As soon as Fighting Ghosts turned in his hand, he exuded a mighty sword intent. Twenty-three swords appeared around him, slashing at those electric spears!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of dazzling bursts of sword energy and lightning, as well as countless thunder bursts, and the sound of metal colliding interweave into a gorgeous picture.
But the sword glow didn't last long before it was extinguished by lightning, and electric spears hit Yang Qingxuan continuously, causing blood to burst out.
The people around were shocked and watched nervously. Under the thunderstorm, Yang Qingxuan was completely at a disadvantage.
This is the crushing of the realm, breaking all magic with one force, and suppressing it purely with cultivation.
Yang Qingxuan's face was gloomy. Although those electric spears hit him, his body was strong enough to hold it. He kept counting the time in his heart, and there was still a chance to release the martial soul suppression, but he had to wait for the opportunity.
"Is this physical training? After so many blows, the blood is flowing, and the momentum has not diminished."
The students around were all watching in amazement. Yang Qingxuan was quickly struck by lightning and turned into a bloody man, but he still swung his long sword and slashed at the electric spears without any sign of defeat.
Ye Mingchuan was furious, and shouted: "Impossible! Impossible! How can you block my crit!"
"Armored Electric Spear - Destroy!"
Countless electric spears gathered in his hands, turned into a jasper-colored spear, almost condensed into substance, and slammed down, "Die!"
Yang Qingxuan was bleeding all over his body, holding his breath all the time, when the electric spear slammed down, the martial soul flashed between his eyebrows, and a domineering coercion dissipated, and at the same time his figure moved, the fighting ghosts and gods' sword energy exploded, straight cut away.
"A little consonance illuminates the world!"
When the sword light slashed, a little morning light broke out from the thunder, scattered the electric lights all over the sky, and shone down.
"No!"
Ye Mingchuan suddenly felt his martial soul stagnate, and immediately understood that the opponent had exerted coercion, and hurriedly withdrew his hand in shock, bursting with true energy, turning into a punch!
"Boom!"
The fist light condensed all of Ye Mingchuan's Dzogchen cultivation base, and under the shining of the morning light, it tore apart the morning light!
Yang Qingxuan's face sank, and he forcibly went up against the wind of the fist. The skin on his body was cracked like a tortoise shell, and his solitary figure walked through the light of the fist.
"You... you're crazy!"
Ye Mingchuan trembled all over, and an inexplicable fear surged up in his heart. The figure was bleeding with each step, but his steps were firm and steady, without any hesitation.
Wu Qiyue said tremblingly: "Yang Qingxuan..."
Within the blue eyes, one could clearly see Yang Qingxuan's physical condition. His true energy was condensed on the big sword, his physical body was almost shattered under the light of the fist, and his bones began to burst open.
This is absolute crushing in realm!
"That is… "
Worried, Wu Qiyue's blue eyes suddenly froze, and blue scales began to grow in front of Yang Qingxuan, covering her body.
As soon as the scales came out, they immediately blocked the fist light, no matter how difficult it was to damage the fleshy body.
There were five scales in total, soaked in the pool of blood on his body, it was hard to see, but they couldn't escape her blue eyes.
Wu Qiyue trembled all over, and said in her heart, "Dragon scales! My God, why are there dragon scales?!"
The blood in her body accelerated, and her eyes were wide open. The five scales were sparsely covered in front of Yang Qingxuan's body. After careful inspection several times, it was undoubtedly the real dragon scales!
"Could it be Qingyang Martial Arts?"
"The spiritual creature condensed by the legendary law, the existence that once ruled the star field of the sky—the true dragon, left behind a peerless treasure!"
"Could it be that the Qingyang Martial Arts can be cultivated into a dragon body?"
"Impossible! The real dragon is the leader of all spirits. Only the laws of heaven and earth can be condensed. It is impossible to cultivate. What is going on?"
Wu Qiyue's mind was in chaos, and she couldn't understand Yang Qingxuan's changes at the moment.
On the ring, Yang Qingxuan's eyes were cold, and he went up to meet the light of the fist. He didn't know the changes in his body, but felt that there was no pressure. When he took the next step, he raised his sword and slashed!
"No! Impossible!"
Ye Mingchuan stared at the boss, and roared wildly. His full-strength attack of Zhenwu Dashen was completely held back by the opponent, and he even bullied him!
Looking at the big sword falling like a shadow, a breath of death spread in his heart, and he cried frantically: "Don't, don't kill me! If you kill me, my father will definitely set off a war between the two countries!"
But Yang Qingxuan paid no attention to him, his cold eyes were full of killing intent.
"Boom!"
The big sword slashed at Ye Mingchuan's chest, and a splash of blood shot out like a fountain.
Everyone opened their mouths wide and watched in shock.
Ye Mingchuan was slashed by the big sword, and his body exploded at the same time, and he fell to the ground fiercely, leaving a bloodstain with scarlet eyes and startling blood.
There was deathly silence!
(end of this chapter)