I saw a scorching sun like a dragon, with the power of wind and fire, suddenly swirling up, and the other two immediately chased straight up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe three clinged to each other in mid-air, as if they were about to rush to the sky.

"Roar!!"

With the integration of the three, a terrifying heat wave broke out, and time seemed to stop for a moment, and then it was like a thunderbolt of annihilation, chasing Cui Zhirong's figure and smashing down.

Cui Zhirong had already killed his eyes, although he felt that there was a great sense of crisis behind him, but he also had to kill Yang Qingxuan first. By the time the terrifying sun approached, it was already too late.

"Bang!"

The scorching sun was like thunder, directly bombarding Cui Zhirong's body to the ground, and a pig-like scream came out of his mouth.

The red flames swung in circles with the heat wave, scorching the face. The frightened gamblers in the front row screamed and stepped back.

Fortunately, although the heat wave was terrifying, it also dissipated in an instant.

At this moment of life and death, the victory and defeat on the field have been decided.

That proud posture shocked the audience.

In the gambling arena, the ground paved with bluestone bricks was burned black more than ten zhang long, Cui Zhirong was like a large piece of charcoal, with an open flame on his body, lying on the ground wailing and convulsing.

The burned area was extremely terrifying, and his face was unrecognizable, but what was even more terrifying was that the meridians in his body, even his internal organs, were also burned by the Yan Yang True Qi.

After Yang Qingxuan's exhibition of the Three Yangs, the eight veins of the Naqi Meridian stood out on the skin, all of them were red in color, and there were hair-like bloodshot hairs, spreading around the meridians, and it was obviously not lightly injured.

"It's too reluctant! Now it's beyond my limit to show the three yangs day by day. ”

Yang Qingxuan secretly thought, the pain on the meridians was like a knife cutting in his body, even if he cultivated the Qingyang Martial Scripture, his flesh was still burned a lot, and he was afraid that he would not be better without ten days and a half months.

Fortunately, after defeating Cui Zhirong, the 1,000 credits will be in hand, and there is no need to do this kind of perverted task anymore.

He raised his head, a murderous aura shot out of his eyes, and walked towards Cui Zhirong step by step.

The gamble is over, but his business is not finished yet, and the last thing is missing, which is - killing!

"Kill him, kill him!

The audience shouted frantically, and the voices overshadowed wave after wave, all of them were spectators who had lost money, roaring hoarsely, and they couldn't wait to rush to the ring in person to tear Cui Zhirong.

Cui Zhirong was burned black, his face showed an extremely frightened look, and he said in a trembling voice: "Rao, spare me......" He struggled to get up, knelt on the ground and trembled, and kept kowtowing: "I don't want to die, let me go, I'm garbage, I shouldn't offend you, please let me go." ”

There was fear and despair in his voice, as if Yang Qingxuan was some kind of demon or god.

Yang Qingxuan looked at him and said, "Those people you killed, have you ever thought that they don't want to die either? ”

Cui Zhirong hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm a, kill my dirty shoes, and please let my go." He kowtowed desperately, which showed sincerity, but there was boundless resentment spreading in his heart, and he secretly thought: "Today's shame, I must take revenge, I must take revenge!"

Before the resentful gaze was revealed, I felt a heavy pound on the top of my head, and my brain seemed to explode!

Yang Qingxuan slapped his palm on the door, and all his thoughts stopped and stopped.

Cui Zhirong stared at Yang Qingxuan resentfully, and said with hatred: "Why, why do you want to kill me!"

Yang Qingxuan said calmly: "Although you are a piece of, shoveling it will dirty my hands." But if you don't shovel, more people will encounter it, and more people will have dirty hands. The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade, which is also the truth. ”

Cui Zhirong's gaze began to drift, and the resentment, despair, unwillingness, and other emotions also disappeared with death. He fell on the gambling ring, like those who die every day, and became an insignificant piece of fish on the chopping block of the gambling ring.

Yang Qingxuan sighed secretly, and said in his heart: "Even if it is the winner, it is just a bigger chopping board, the heaven and earth oven, the Qiankun chopping board, who can escape fate? Only by constantly moving forward can we earn a chance for a glimmer of fate." ”

After Yang Qingxuan killed Cui Zhirong, although the audience was relieved, they all expressed their dissatisfaction because they lost the money, and they all shouted loudly, making a lot of noise, looking like they were going to make trouble.

In the suspended VIP room, Mr. Lu said anxiously: "Childe, these people seem to be rioting, what should I do?"

As if he hadn't heard, he withdrew his deeply shocked gaze and turned his head and said, "Mr. Jin, the blow just now ......"

Mr. Jin nodded and said, "I wasn't sure before, but now I can be 100% sure that this Yang Qingxuan is using a Xuan-level martial art." And this Xuan-level martial art has not yet been fully displayed, one is rushing to the hot sun, the second yang is revealed, and the third yang is day by day, I am sure there are still a few moves behind. ”

Yu Ye swallowed his saliva and said, "This kind of Xuan-level martial art, step by step, is much easier to cultivate than the 'Eight Desolate Dragon Battle', but the power is not under the Eight Desolate Dragon Battle. ”

Mr. Jin also said with a solemn face: "There are a number of Xuan-level martial arts in the entire Cangnan Kingdom, where did this Xuan-level martial arts controlled by Yang Qingxuan come from?"

A glint appeared in the eyes of the night, and he said, "No matter where this martial art comes from, I want to get it!"

Mr. Jin shook his head and said, "Don't mess with your state of mind, the Eight Desolation Dragon Battle has already begun to cultivate, and you can't change your martial arts halfway." After all, it is a Xuan-level exercise, and being able to master one is enough to be proud of the world. Greed can only lead to poverty, and both are lost. ”

Yu Ye trembled, a spirit trembled, broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly bowed down, and said, "Thank you Mr. Jin for reminding me, otherwise Yu Ye would almost have a demon barrier." ”

Mr. Jin said: "It's okay, it's normal to be greedy when you see the Xuanjie exercises. If your Eight Desolation Dragon Battle can be cultivated to the extreme, its power will not be worse than his palm technique. ”

"Yes, follow the teachings of Mr. ”

Yu Ye said respectfully, his face no longer had the previous excitement, but was extremely calm.

Mr. Lu was shocked by the scene outside, and hurriedly said: "Childe, those audiences outside are afraid that they are going to riot." ”

Yu Ye said lightly: "These people are just garbage, rioting, whoever dares to move will blow him up!" He looked grim, and said coldly: "Let the guards come in to manage the order, and anyone who violates the regulations will be severely punished, and they will be beaten when they should be beaten, and they will be killed when they should be killed!"

Mr. Lu was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said, "Yes!" and turned around and went down to gather the guards.

He knew in his heart that in the heart of the dark night, Yang Qingxuan's status had been elevated, far surpassing these audiences.

So at this time, it's easy to make trade-offs.