Zhen Xiuzhu frowned, Yang Qingxuan's words were indeed reasonable, and it was a little unbelievable to say that he was at the Qi and Martial Realm and could obtain all the treasures.
Li Zhiye was determined to survive, and hurriedly said: "It's true, I can swear to God! The treasures are all on him, if there is even half a sentence that is false, the sky will be thundered!"
Zhen Xiuzhu said hesitantly: "That's it, then I believe it." He stared at Yang Qingxuan fiercely, stretched out his hand, and walked over.
Li Zhiye's hands were covered with cold sweat, and he said embarrassingly: "Can you let me go? I will never say anything about this place, I swear."
Zhen Xiuzhu waved his hands and said, "Let's go."
Li Zhiye was overjoyed, and hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed, saying: "Thank you, thank you!" He sneered in his heart, thinking to himself: "I'm going to report the news now and catch all of you, this is a great contribution! "
With a little step on his feet, he ran towards the entrance of the passage.
Suddenly a cold light flickered down, and the driver who had not moved all this time slashed at Li Zhiye.
Li Zhiye was terrified, scared out of his wits, but his martial soul was "fishing for the moon in the sea", originally a very keen martial soul, he sensed the danger one step ahead, twisted his waist suddenly, and forcibly moved to hide.
But the speed of the blade light was extremely fast, and there was still a sharp cut on his shoulder, and immediately opened a shocking bloody gash, reaching his waist.
Li Zhiye's face was pale, he glared at Zhen Xiuzhu, and shouted: "You...!"
Zhen Xiuzhu laughed, and said: "Idiot, I promised to let you go, but he didn't agree. Now he is going to kill you, so what does it matter to me? You are stupid, don't blame others!"
The coachman grinned grimly, and raised his saber to slash at him again. Li Zhiye's face was bloodless, and he was keenly aware of the flash of the saber's light, and fled back in a hurry.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly shouted: "Don't run away! If you want to survive, you can only fight with them!"
Yue Qiang scolded: "Fight, how do you fight? These two are both masters in the middle stage of Lingwu!"
One level, one day, the middle stage of Lingwu, is enough to obliterate them all!
Yang Qingxuan said coldly: "I'll hold Zhen Xiuzhu, you go and deal with the coachman, and help me after killing the coachman."
"What?"
Everyone was taken aback, and Zhen Xiuzhu also thought he heard it wrong, and said, "What did you say?"
Yang Qingxuan sneered, kicked up a stone, shot it fiercely, and shouted: "I'm going to fuck your sister!" As soon as the figure swept away, he ran into the woods.
Zhen Xiuzhu was furious, and shouted: "Looking for death!" He punched out, and smashed the stone with a "bang", but his brows sank, and he felt that the strength of the stone was by no means comparable to that of ordinary Qi Wujing .
He shouted to the coachman: "This kid is really weird, I'll kill him, and you deal with these nine people."
The coachman licked his lower lip and said cruelly: "Don't worry, when you come back, there will be nine corpses here, I don't guarantee the integrity of the corpses, hahaha!"
The treacherous laughter made everyone's heart tremble, and Zhen Xiuzhu let out a long roar, then went into the forest and chased after Yang Qingxuan.
Meng Rui shouted in a deep voice: "Yang Qingxuan is right, now there is only a desperate fight, otherwise no one will survive."
The coachman staggered from laughing, holding his belly with both hands, and sneered, "Haha, it's as if a fight to the death will save your life."
Yue Qiang clenched his fist with five fingers and shouted: "Fight it, go!"
He was the first to rush forward, his fists were fierce and mighty, opening and closing, very strong and domineering.
The remaining eight people, except Kai Shui lying on the ground unable to move, the other seven people also shouted and used their fists to attack.
"Three Lingwu early stage, and one is injured. Plus four Qiwu realm, hahaha, such a lineup, are you trying to kill me with laughter?!"
The coachman laughed wildly, raised his saber and slashed at Yue Qiang. The knife was so sharp that it broke his fist in an instant, and Yue Qiang was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his fist.
The other people all gritted their teeth and rushed forward angrily. Meng Rui's martial spirit "Jinying Flower Formation" appeared in Meng Rui's hand, and a light pen swept across like a spear, bringing out dots of formation symbols.
This is no longer a matter of credits and spirit stones, but of life and death.
After gaining the consciousness of death, the seven let go of their hands and feet, and instead forced the coachman back.
On the other side, Yang Qingxuan ran like a fish in water in the woods with his body skills. Zhen Xiuzhu chased after him wildly, constantly attacking, hitting the surrounding trees with his palms or fingers, constantly destroying the forest.
"Good boy, you really have two tricks!"
Zhen Xiuzhu's face darkened, and he said, "If your trump card is only quick movement, then you can die!"
"Martial Soul—Ghost Scream!"
His face became extremely gloomy, and he suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long and terrifying cry, which sounded like a monkey's whistling and crowing, and it was particularly terrifying. Bringing up waves of sound like sharp blades, chasing after him.
Yang Qingxuan's ears hurt, and he felt a sharp pain in his brain that was about to tear apart. At the same time, the blood in his body was surging, and the energy was rushing through his meridians.
He hovered and landed, covered his ears with his hands, and squatted on the ground.
"Hahaha!"
After Zhen Xiuzhu yelled, he laughed wildly, his figure was like a swallow, and slowly flew behind Yang Qingxuan, he sneered and said: "Run, you are running! The mere Qi and Martial Realm forced me to use the power of my Martial Soul, You are too proud."
Yang Qingxuan squatted on the ground and shivered, as if the cry had directly injured his sea of consciousness and shattered his internal organs. When he fell to his side, he twitched.
Zhen Xiuzhu sneered disdainfully, as if looking at a puddle of mud, and said sarcastically: "The value of a person is to have self-knowledge. Don't try to get things that don't belong to you. You can only lose your life. It's a pity that, You have to follow this principle of being a human being in the next life.”
He raised his hand and grabbed Yang Qingxuan's heart with five fingers!
Suddenly a feeling of extreme danger came, and Yang Qingxuan's expression of struggling in pain disappeared completely. He turned over and jumped up, and instead of avoiding the claw, he flipped his palm and slapped it out!
"Six Sun Palms—Rush to the Yanyang!"
The fiery air wave spread from Yang Qingxuan's palm, and under that palm, it seemed that a scorching sun rose up dazzlingly, shining furiously in the sky.
Zhen Xiuzhu's face changed drastically, that terrible palm even felt the danger to his cultivation in the middle stage of the Spiritual Martial Realm!
Yang Qingxuan pushed his chest forward, and went to meet his claws, wanting to trade moves for moves, that handsome face had a resolute expression, and his clear eyes twinkled like stars, it was shocking!
Zhen Xiuzhu's heart was shocked, and he lost his voice in shock: "You, you are not injured!!" This voice was full of shock, even fear!
"This scheming, courage, will..., this, is this still a fifteen-year-old student?"
A trace of fear flashed inexplicably in Zhen Xiuzhu's heart, under the palm of Liuyang, the air waves were like a sea, burning everything, but what frightened him even more was Yang Qingxuan's ancient well-free eyes, shooting out the determination to move forward!
(end of this chapter)