I saw a flame like a dragon, with the power of wind and fire, suddenly swirled up, and the other two immediately caught up. The three are clinging to each other in mid-air, as if they are about to soar into the sky.
"Roar!!"
With the combination of the three, a terrifying heat wave erupted, and time seemed to stop for a moment, and then, like a world-destroying thunder, it chased Cui Zhirong's figure and smashed down hard.
Cui Zhirong has long been red-eyed. Although he feels a great sense of crisis coming from behind, he still wants to kill Yang Qingxuan first. It was too late when the terrifying scorching sun approached.
"boom!"
The scorching sun was like thunder, directly bombarding Cui Zhirong's body to the ground, and screams like killing a pig came from his mouth.
The red flames swayed in circles along with the heat waves, scorching people's faces. The gamblers in the front row screamed and backed away in fright.
Fortunately, although the heat wave was terrifying, it dissipated in an instant.
At this moment of life and death, the outcome of the field has been decided.
That proud standing posture shocked the audience.
On the gambling arena, the ground paved with bluestone bricks was burnt to a length of more than ten feet, and Cui Zhirong was like a large piece of charcoal, with an open flame on his body, lying on the ground, howling and twitching.
The area of the burns was extremely terrifying, his face was beyond recognition, but what was even more frightening was that the meridians in his body, and even the internal organs, were also burned by the qi of the yang.
After Yang Qingxuan unleashed the three yang chasing the sun, the eight extraordinary meridians were highlighted on the skin, all of them were red in color, and there were hair-like bloodshots spreading around the meridians, obviously the injuries were serious.
"It's too much! It's beyond my limit to cast Sanyang Chasing Sun now."
Yang Qingxuan thought to himself, the pain in the meridians was like a knife cutting through his body. Even though he had practiced the Qingyang Martial Arts Classic, his body was still burnt to a large extent, and he might not heal within ten and a half months.
Fortunately, after defeating Cui Zhirong, the 1,000 credits will be obtained, and there is no need to do this kind of perverted task anymore.
He raised his head, with a murderous look in his eyes, and walked towards Cui Zhirong step by step.
The gambling fight is over, but his work is not yet finished, there is one last thing left, which is - killing people!
"Kill him, kill him! Kill this trash!"
The audience shouted frantically, one wave after another, all spectators who had lost money, roaring at the top of their lungs, wishing they could rush into the ring and tear Cui Zhirong with their hands.
Cui Zhirong was burned black all over, with an expression of extreme horror on his face, tremblingly said: "Forgive me, please forgive me..." He struggled to get up, knelt on the ground trembling, kowtowed and said: "I don't want to die , let me go, I'm trash, I shouldn't offend you, please let me go."
There was fear and despair in the voice, as if Yang Qingxuan was some kind of demon.
Yang Qingxuan looked at him and said, "Those people you killed, did you ever think that they didn't want to die? You are such a shit, killing you will also dirty your shoes."
Cui Zhirong hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, I am a dog shit, kill my dirty shoes, and please forgive me this dog shit." He kowtowed desperately, which shows his sincerity, but his heart is filled with boundless resentment Spreading, I thought to myself: "Today's shame, I must take revenge, I must take revenge!"
Before the resentful eyes showed, he felt a heavy hit on the top of his head, and his brain seemed to explode!
Yang Qingxuan slapped him on the forehead, and all his thoughts froze and stopped.
Cui Zhirong stared at Yang Qingxuan resentfully, and said with hatred: "Why, why did you kill me!"
Yang Qingxuan said calmly: "Although you are a piece of dog shit, I will dirty my hands if I shovel you off. But if I don't shovel you, there will be more people who will encounter them, and more people will have dirty hands. This is the principle that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants took advantage of the shade.”
Cui Zhirong's eyes began to slacken, and his emotions of resentment, despair, unwillingness, etc. also disappeared with his death. He fell on the arena, like those who died every day, and became an insignificant piece of fish on the chopping board of the arena.
Yang Qingxuan sighed secretly, and said in his heart: "Even the winner has just come to a bigger chopping board. The oven of heaven and earth, the chopping board of heaven and earth, who can escape their fate? The only way is to keep moving forward. An opportunity to earn a ray of fate."
After Yang Qingxuan killed Cui Zhirong, although the audience in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, they all expressed dissatisfaction because of the loss of money, yelling and making a lot of noise, as if they were going to make trouble.
In the suspended VIP room, Mr. Lu anxiously said: "My lord, these people seem to be rioting, what should we do?"
You Ye didn't seem to hear it, and after withdrawing his deeply shocked gaze, he turned his head and said, "Mr. Jin, that blow just now..."
Mr. Jin nodded and said: "I wasn't too sure before, but now I can be 100% sure that Yang Qingxuan is performing a mysterious martial art. And this mysterious martial art has not yet been fully displayed, one is angry at Yanyang, two Yang is appearing, three Yang Day by day, I'm sure there are still a few tricks behind."
You Ye swallowed his saliva, and said: "This kind of mysterious martial skill is advanced step by step. It is much easier to practice than the 'Bahuang Dragon War', but its power is not inferior to the Bahuang Dragon War."
Mr. Jin also said with a solemn expression: "The entire Cangnan Kingdom has countless Xuan-rank martial arts. Where did the Xuan-rank martial arts controlled by Yang Qingxuan come from?"
There was a bright light in You Ye's eyes, and he said: "No matter where this martial skill comes from, I will get it!"
Mr. Jin shook his head, and said, "Don't get confused. The Bahuang Dragon War has already started to practice, and you can't change martial arts in the middle. After all, it is a mysterious skill. If you can master one, you will be proud of the world. Greedy , can only lead to poverty, and lose both.”
You Ye shuddered all over, and trembled a little, breaking out in a cold sweat, hastily bowed down, and said: "Thank you Mr. Jin for reminding, otherwise You Ye almost gave birth to a demon."
Mr. Jin said: "It's okay, it's normal to feel greedy when you see a mysterious skill. If your Bahuang Dragon War can be cultivated to the extreme, its power will not be inferior to his palm technique."
"Yes, I would like to follow the teachings of the master."
You Ye said respectfully, the previous excitement was no longer on his face, but extremely calm.
Surprised by the scene outside, Mr. Lu hurriedly said, "My lord, the audience outside are probably going to riot."
You Ye said lightly: "These people are just rubbish, riot? Whoever dares to move will blow him up!" He looked cold, and said coldly: "Let the guards come in to manage order, and anyone who breaks the rules will be severely punished. Hit as soon as you hit, and kill as soon as you need to kill!"
Mr. Lu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "Yes!" Then he turned around and went down to summon the guards.
He knew in his heart that in You Ye's heart, Yang Qingxuan's status had been raised, far surpassing these audiences.
So at this time, it is easy to make a trade-off.
(end of this chapter)