The corner of Yang Qingxuan's mouth raised a sarcasm, and he said coldly: "Injured? Are you telling a joke to adjust the atmosphere?"
The ghost cry just now really made his ears hurt, and his blood was surging. If it were a martial artist at the ordinary Qi martial state, he would really be injured by the shock.
But he tempered his body to the ninth level, circulated the Qingyang Martial Arts, and immediately suppressed the cry. At the same time, my thoughts turned, and I understood the gap between the two. If I didn't use my strategy, I'm afraid I would have to explain it here today.
He made a decisive decision and immediately pretended to be seriously injured, which caused Zhen Xiuzhu's contempt and carelessness. Finally seized the opportunity and struck out.
That was an opportunity bought by sacrificing defense and blocking that claw with his chest!
If there is no awareness that we will die together, it is impossible to be so calm and calm.
Zhen Xiuzhu was intimidated by his abnormally calm state, which was not at all the calmness that a fifteen-year-old student could show.
But soon, the power of the Liuyang Palm immediately brought Zhen Xiuzhu back to his senses, and his face changed drastically in an instant!
"Mysterious, mysterious martial arts?!"
His face turned pale in an instant, and he was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand and was about to back away.
Yang Qingxuan had the determination to trade moves for moves, but he didn't dare to risk his life to compete with Xuan-rank martial arts!
At the same time, he was extremely shocked, "Who is this kid? He is so terrifying and possesses profound martial arts skills. Isn't his grandfather just a garbage worker?"
Countless doubts flashed in my mind, but I didn't have time to think, so I turned around and fled.
"Want to go?"
Yang Qingxuan sneered, and now the chasing and fleeing roles have been reversed. The Liuyang Palm has condensed a ray of flames, and it was shot suddenly, as if the scorching sun exploded, and the terrifying palm force rushed over!
"Boom!"
As soon as Zhen Xiuzhu took a step, he received a solid palm and flew out.
Yang Qingxuan took a deep breath, raised his true spirit again, and chased after him with ghostly steps. Although the palm was firm, it did not cause fatal damage to Zhen Xiuzhu.
Sure enough, Zhen Xiuzhu staggered a few times, but he didn't fall down, but the pain in the back where he touched the palm was severe, as if it had been scorched. And the terrifying power of Yanyang penetrated into his body, burning his meridians.
"Damn! I must make you pay the price!"
With a roar, he turned around abruptly, but his face changed drastically. He saw a dazzling sun attacking, and Yang Qingxuan chased after him!
"Is this kid a lunatic? He is only at the Qi and Martial Realm. He took a trick to attack me and should run away quickly. He actually caught up with me to fight? Huh? What's going on in this world?!"
Zhen Xiuzhu was completely dumbfounded. He thought Yang Qingxuan would run away after one move, and he was about to chase after him, but he didn't expect that the opponent's second move had already arrived, and this move was even more terrifying than before!
In the palm of Yang Qingxuan, two flaming suns condensed out!
"Er Yang Huan appeared!"
Those two flames shot out from the palm at once, turning into two Golden Crow Firebirds, the flames were fierce, and with a clear howling sound, they shot straight like sharp arrows.
Zhen Xiuzhu's complexion changed drastically, he made a tactic in his hand, and slapped him fiercely.
That was his strongest hole card, called "Ghost King Crying Palm", combined with his "Ghost Crying" martial soul, with one palm, the air trembled, gods and ghosts cried, and collided with those two flames, instantly A terrifying air wave erupted.
"Boom!"
The surrounding mountains and forests were directly destroyed, just like a hurricane passing through, being razed to the ground.
Under the force of terror, the two were separated at the touch of touch.
Yang Qingxuan was shaken more than ten feet away, and the bones in his whole body were about to burst, but this pain was quickly suppressed by the original force, and the Qingyang Martial Arts was circulating in the body, nourishing the whole body.
Zhen Xiuzhu's whole body was ignited with flames, his hair and beard were burnt black, his clothes were broken, his skin was bleeding, and the true energy of Yan Yang entered his body, flowing through his meridians like a knife, Keep screaming "ah".
Because his martial soul itself has a sonic effect, it made the screams like iron cavalry protruding swords and guns, sharp and ear-piercing, extremely miserable.
"Come again!"
A loud shout came from Yang Qingxuan's mouth, and his whole body soared into the sky, like an eagle hitting the sky. This time he tried to use the power of the three flames, and his entire right arm turned red, which was extremely terrifying.
Zhen Xiuzhu's face changed drastically, he was terrified, and he turned around and ran away after yelling.
"Grass, actually escaped!"
Yang Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and immediately dissipated the power of Yanyang, his arm returned to normal, and flew down from the air.
He secretly said in his heart: "In the middle stage of the Spiritual Martial Realm, he is really extraordinary. If I hadn't tricked him into sneak attacking him, and with the power of this mysterious martial skill, I'm afraid he would have received his lunch box today."
His eyes shot out, he seemed a little excited, and said to himself: "I am now at the ninth level of body tempering, and I will rush to the tenth level soon, and then I will step into the yellow scarf warrior, gather my martial soul, and break into the spirit realm! I don't know what kind of martial spirit I can condense!"
Excited, he raised his energy and ran towards the mine passage.
What Yang Qingxuan didn't know was that his victory over Zhen Xiuzhu had a lot of luck.
Zhen Xiuzhu himself has the blood of the monster clan, so he can condense the martial soul like "ghost cry". That cry not only contains a strong sonic attack, but also disturbs the mind and mind, and has a monster aura attack.
And Yang Qingxuan just got a drop of the powerful blood of the monster race, so he didn't feel the attack of the monster energy at all, so he could keep his body from being hurt under a cry.
But he didn't understand the relationship, and thought it was all due to the power of the Nine Layers of Body Tempering and Qingyang Martial Arts.
At this moment, he was galloping with all his strength, chasing Zhen Xiuzhu away, and the battlefield in front of the mine tunnel was also gone.
When he rushed there, he saw an extremely tragic scene.
The ground was full of corpses in disorder, and seven people died, and several students were even decapitated.
So only Meng Rui and Yue Qiang were left standing, and Li Zhiye was still twitching on the ground, but after a few twitches, he also stopped and died completely.
Only Meng Rui and Yue Qiang were left, both covered in blood and full of fear in their eyes.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes fell, and seeing Meng Rui holding a broken blade in his hand, he recognized that the broken blade was in the hands of the old ape, and there was a simple word "Ba" on the handle.
He went forward to check on the condition of the coachman, and he was completely dead. The terrible knife cut on his chest should have been cut in by Meng Rui's broken blade, and the steel knife of the coachman himself had been broken aside.
Those students who died were covered in scars, which was horrible. There was another student lying on the ground with a terrible palm print on his back. It was obvious that all internal organs had been shattered.
Yang Qingxuan stared at the palm print, his face darkened, and said, "Zhen Xiuzhu?!"
The broken blade in Meng Rui's hand fell with a "bang", and he himself sat down on the ground, panting heavily, with a frightened face, obviously not yet recovered.
Yang Qingxuan glanced at the two of them and said, "Calm down, and tell me what happened just now."
(end of this chapter)