Just when everyone was shocked, Yi Changjue spoke.

"The second brother and the third brother of the suitable old man had a coincidence, and they besieged at the same time, which is no longer right. ”

Gao Wang and Jiang Beigui lowered their heads when they heard this, and their eyes flashed with unwillingness.

Yi Changjue's tone was calm, like a gentle elder, and he said slowly: "As compensation, the old man only has one sword today, if you can take this sword, I promise on behalf of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall that I will not interfere in the matter between you and Dashen." ”

Looking at Yi Changjue, Yang Xuan's eyes showed a trace of solemnity, from Yi Changjue's body, he felt an extremely peaceful aura, but it was this peaceful and extremely peaceful aura that made him feel a strong sense of danger in his heart.

Yi Changjue said lightly: "The old man only has three swords in his life, one sword is split between heaven and earth, one sword is broken by mountains and rivers, and one sword is broken by stars.

With that, he took a long sword from his waist.

Yang Xuan's gaze fell on his long sword.

This is a wooden sword, it looks ordinary, the workmanship is rough, it seems to be cut from a random piece of wood, and it doesn't even have a scabbard, just a red rope and gently holds it and hangs it around the waist.

"Be careful!"

Yi Chang said lightly, and then stabbed out with a sword.

The next moment, Yang Xuan found that the ground under his feet was shattered, and at the same time, the sky above his head was cracked.

The cyan sky cracked open one after another, and from the gaps revealed a huge wooden sword, which instantly pierced through the heavens and the earth.

Countless huge wooden swords stabbed down from the sky, forming a cage composed entirely of wooden swords in an instant, surrounding Yang Xuan.

In the cage, Yang Xuan stood quietly, like a statue.

An extremely dangerous aura came out, making Yang Xuan fall into an ice cave.

Yang Xuan's face turned pale, this move, he was not sure.

He even had a feeling that if he tried to take this move, he would most likely die, and even the wood aura would not be enough to save him.

This sword has touched the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!

After a while, Yang Xuan suddenly sighed softly, and a hint of decisiveness appeared in his eyes.

With this sigh, a butterfly suddenly appeared next to him, half white and half black.

Yang Xuan's face was extremely pale, and sweat stains appeared on his forehead.

A large amount of spiritual energy in his body poured into the butterfly.

A moment later, the butterfly flickered its wings.

The wooden sword disappeared, and the heavens and the earth returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.

Yi Changjue's gaze fell on the black and white butterfly, and his face was expressionless.

After a while, he hung the wooden sword back on his waist and turned around.

"Let's go!" he said lightly, stepping into the distance.

Gao Wang's eyes were full of shock, and after he took one last look at Yang Xuan, he turned around and left.

Jiang Beigui opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he also turned around and walked away without looking back.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath, the butterfly in front of him disappeared, and then, he turned his head around, his gaze was extremely cold.

The entire capital of the Dashen Empire was silent, no one spoke, and after watching the three of them leave, everyone's eyes fell on Yang Xuan.

Shen Yuanlie let out a long breath, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The people of the Shen clan burst into tears in despair, and the sound of crying came and went.

But the next moment, the crying stopped abruptly, because a breeze blew.

Like cutting wheat, thousands of Shen people fell down one by one, losing the breath of life.

Perhaps, at the last moment of their lives, they still don't believe that they died like this, and they still fantasize that someone can appear in front of them and save their lives.

But no!

So, they died, under a mistake that they did not make.

Perhaps, after a few years, some people will say that they are innocent and should not die, and maybe some people will scold Yang Xuan for being a butcher, a madman, and an executioner.

Yang Xuan could have forgiven them, or he could have killed Shen Yuanlie alone, but Yang Xuan didn't.

He was never a good person, and he never considered himself a good person.

Whether you call him a butcher or a madman, he is just him, just the boy who has been killing people from the beginning, the boy who is crying hoarsely in the mountains behind the Yang family.

Shen Yuanlie had tears in his eyes, and he finally burst into tears as he watched the Shen clan fall down one after another.

He hates!

He hated Yang Xuan and hated this person who personally sent the Shen family to hell.

But what he hates more is himself.

But it's too late, and no matter who he hates, he can't change the outcome.

"Yang Xuan, my ending today is your ending tomorrow!" He opened his eyes, looked at Yang Xuan, and paused word by word.

Yang Xuan didn't look at him, his gaze fell in a direction, there, there was a young man standing among the corpses, dazed and at a loss.

"Maybe, maybe not, but you can't see it!" After a while, he withdrew his gaze, said lightly, responded to Shen Yuanlie's words, and then waved his hand slightly, and the young man involuntarily flew in front of him.

"What's your name?" Yang Xuan asked, looking at him.

The young man burst into tears, and his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Yang Xuan.

"My name is Shen Fu!" the young man said stubbornly.

Shen Yuanlie looked at Shen Fu, he didn't know who Shen Fu was.

The Shen clan is so huge, it is impossible for everyone to know him.

"Do you want revenge?" Yang Xuan asked.

Shen Yuanlie suddenly looked at Yang Xuan.

"Think, I'm going to kill you!" Shen Fu's tears welled up again.

Yang Xuan smiled, the young man in front of him was not in his soul trace, that is to say, this young man named Shen Fu was not the bloodline of the Shen family.

Interesting!

"Worship me as a teacher, from today on, you are the Emperor of Dashen!" Yang Xuan said lightly.

Onslaught!

Shen Yuanlie raised his head suddenly, looking at Yang Xuan in disbelief, and after a moment, a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The onlookers who were secretly watching were stunned, and they didn't understand what Yang Xuan meant.

Shen Fu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Shen Yuanlie at a loss.

Shen Yuanlie suddenly used all his strength and said hoarsely: "I Shen Yuanlie, for the emperor of Dashen, today I am about to die, special transmission and Shen Fu, my Dashen subjects, all worship the new emperor!"

His voice spread throughout the palace, and he had been standing in the distance, and his voice could be heard by the civil and military officials who could not get close.

After a moment of silence, all the officials bowed down and cried bitterly: "Minister's decree, send Your Majesty back to heaven! Your Majesty, you go all the way!"

A huge cry resounded throughout the palace, and for a moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to be mourning.

"Shen Fu, kneel down and worship him as a teacher!" Shen Yuanlie's eyes lit up and he said solemnly.

"No, I won't worship the enemy as a teacher!" Shen Fu's stubborn voice sounded.

Shen Yuanlie was furious, squirted another mouthful of blood, and said sharply: "Worship him as a teacher, otherwise I will die without turning a blind eye." ”

Shen Fu's immature face showed astonishment, and after a while, he suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Yang Xuan three times, and said, "Master!"

It's just the hatred on his face, but it can't be erased.

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