"In the later stage of Shattered Nirvana, do you have the capital to despise persimmons? The 'autumn water' that the woman talked about just now, it seems that you don't understand. ”

The black-robed man stood still under the pressure, but the pitch-black robe hunted and made a sound like a cold wind.

The man's face changed suddenly, as if he had been humiliated, and he shouted: "How can a person like you talk about 'autumn water' at will?

Yang Qingxuan still stood still, and said coldly: "Do you think you are the only one who has discovered my identity?"

"What?!" the man's face changed drastically, and he inexplicably felt bad in his heart.

"Within this radius of thousands of feet, there are no less than ten people tracking me, but no one is as stupid as you and will show up and become the chicken I kill with the monkey!"

Yang Qingxuan threw off his robe, and a whirlpool appeared on his five fingers, and the entire space fell silent, as if it had been desoluted by time.

The exposed arm is also constantly desertifying, and it is not like a human hand at all, "Eight desolations are nothing!"

Under the palm of his hand, there is not only the corrosive breath of the ancient years, but also the white flame that burns everything, with a fierce and incomparable martial intent, like a hundred rivers entering the sea, and all things turning into dust.

"Boom!"

Under the collision of the two figures, the violent aura was suppressed to the extreme, and then suddenly exploded, shaking in all directions.

The space was pressed into a trance and deformed, the two figures were separated in an instant, and a touch of red appeared in the air, and they were injured at the same time.

"How can this be?!" Not only was that person shocked, but in the surrounding void, as Yang Qingxuan said, there were more than ten people lurking and watching the battle, all of them were extremely shocked.

Originally, it was nothing to get a draw, but the power that erupted from Yang Qingxuan's body was always in the middle of Sanhua, and there was a realm gap between the two, and it was impossible to surpass it by technique.

"In the late stage of hard resistance to shattering, it's still very reluctant!"

Yang Qingxuan stabilized his qi and blood, flipped it over casually, and turned into a Nine Heavens Ring in front of him, and as soon as the strings were pressed, he "snorted" and played a string sound, breaking through the air.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!"

The crisp string sound continued to sound, and a series of figures blurred out of the air, like thousands of troops and horses, and the momentum was magnificent.

"Carving insect skills! No matter how strong the technique is, it is impossible to make up for the gap in the realm!" The man was shocked and angry, this piano sound not only contained the magic power of sprinkling beans into soldiers, but also disturbed his heartstrings, and his emotions became inexplicably irritable, and he shouted loudly, and rushed into the thousands of troops.

Yang Qingxuan was playing the Nine Heavens Wave Song, and suddenly on the star ring of his left ring finger, a red light swirled around and shot out of the air.

"Whew!"

Under the cover of the sound of the piano in the sky, a little red light broke through the sky, which was extremely difficult to detect.

Everyone only felt that for a moment, they saw that a cloud of blood mist erupted from Yang Qingxuan's opponent's chest, and a finger-sized hole appeared out of thin air, and soon blood stained the placket of his clothes.

"This ...... Poof......!"

The man spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of horror, as if in disbelief.

The red mangs just now were extremely strong, mixed with the string sound, and they hadn't noticed it before, but when they found it, they couldn't dodge it.

He had already used all his True Qi defenses, but he was still broken by one blow, directly into his heart, and shot through his back.

"This ...... What just happened?"

The man's eyes were full of despair, and this red glow not only broke his true qi and opened his heart, but what was even more terrifying was that it contained extremely heavy poison, which had spread in the heart.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, put away the Nine Heavens Ring, and stood quietly in the air.

The voice of the ancient scorpion came from his ears, "Those people in Juntian Purple Mansion are leaving, are you still playing the piano and grinding here?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "I originally wanted to practice with this guy, and the people who chased Jun Tianzi Mansion were not in a hurry." Because I can't beat me if I catch up, I have to wait for the opportunity. Countless people are waiting for their chance. ”

The ancient scorpion sneered: "If you want to practice, there are more than ten around, enough for you to practice." ”

The tail needle of the crimson ancient scorpion, after breaking once, grew a new one. Moreover, in order to increase the strength of the tail needle and avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, the Crimson Ancient Scorpion used a large amount of wild qi to nourish the tail needle, making it more powerful than its own body.

Originally, this kind of needle-like attack, with the power of ten thousand jun in one point, was the easiest to break through the true qi, and it was a very terrifying killer weapon.

It's just that the crimson ancient scorpion has degraded greatly in its body and cultivation over the long years. He kept his strength in his body as much as possible, maintaining his vitality and cultivation realm, thus weakening the tail needle and double pincers. After the rebirth of the broken tail this time, plus Yang Qingxuan was rich, he cultivated the tail needle and double tongs again.

The man on the other side hurriedly swallowed a few pills, and his figure flashed, and he was about to flee.

"Don't you think it's too late to leave now? People always shed tears when they see the coffin, and throughout the ages, all kinds of deaths have been the same. ”

A cold light flashed in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, although the person in front of him could be killed or not, but if he let it go, it would not be enough to deter him.

Immediately raised his hand, and an eerie aura emanated.

As soon as the sword step stepped in the air, his body was like a sword rainbow, and he caught up with the man and slashed with a backhand.

"Truly!"

The sword body was crawling with countless little ghosts, all of them emitting an eerie and terrifying smile, and their eyes were glowing green, and they jumped up with the sword qi and threw themselves at the man.

"Huh?!What the hell is this?!"

As the man ran wildly, the poisonous gas had already flown out all over his body, and his face became as black and purple as an eggplant. When I saw these little ghosts, I was even more frightened, and I hurriedly volleyed my palms in the air, and blew those little ghosts one by one, but the poison on my body was even more severe.

"Bang!"

The hundred ghosts slashed at night, and when they hit the true qi in front of his palms, the ghost qi exploded directly, turning into little ghosts all over the sky, and hundreds of them came out of the void, biting and pounced.

"Ah——h

The man screamed a few times, and was put on by a large number of imps and directly drilled into his body.

These little ghosts can directly devour the true qi, and after entering the body, the person's screams stopped abruptly, and the whole person became green and black, and the whole body seemed to be swollen, and the original round body was even more round like a ball.

"Bang!" one of his arms suddenly bent up and exploded, exploding a thick cloud of water.

Then the sound of "bang, bang!" was heard incessantly, and all the tissues and organs on the body exploded one after another, and a round ball slowly dried up, as if it had been decomposed by a bomb in the air, and one part after another exploded, and finally turned into nothingness, leaving no dust at all, only a thick and pungent smell of blood.

As soon as the man died, countless imps appeared in the air again, and the strange laughter of "Ji Ji" continued, and then disappeared one by one.

The ghostly aura dissipated and the clear sky returned.

Yang Qingxuan held a hundred ghosts in his hand, looking at the dark sword body, as if it was stained with countless blood, he couldn't help but tremble, and he had a trace of fear for this weird and terrifying sword soul.

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