"Leave the whole corpse?"

Chen Changan looked at Yang Zhijie, but the corners of his mouth were hooked up with a subtle arc.

This smile looks unremarkable, but the chill emanating from its body and the deep meaning contained in the smile are daunting, and the back is cold.

The disciple who was clasped on his shoulders seemed to feel this chill, and he was so frightened that the yellow and white things leaked to the ground, his body continued to struggle, and his eyes looked at Yang Zhijie with longing: "Master Yang save me, I don't want to die, save me!"

His voice was miserable, and he burst into tears, without the same aura that he had when he had just killed.

It's like a dead dog discarded by its owner.

Yang Zhijie stared at Chen Chang'an and the disciple with a dead gaze, not saying a word, unwilling to back down in the slightest.

The smile on Chen Changan's face grew stronger, and he said, "Since Elder Yang wants this disciple to die, then I have to do it for me!"

His title changed from Master to Elder, and this subtle change represented the deep meaning that he was no longer a disciple of the Changbai Sword Sect at this moment.

"Chen Changan, you dare!" Yang Zhijie glared angrily.

Click!

Chen Changan did not hesitate to twist the disciple's neck, causing the frightened look on his face to slowly freeze, and his wide eyes looked at Yang Zhijie incredulously.

He didn't seem to have imagined that Elder Yang, who was tall in his mind, would rather watch him die than take a step back and compromise with Chen Chang'an.

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone behind Yang Zhijie.

Shocking!

It made the hearts of these people of the Changbai Sword Sect tremble, especially Bai Shijiao, she not only had complex emotions for Chen Changan in her heart, but also had feelings for the Changbai Sword Sect.

But seeing Elder Yang's actions, his feelings for the Changbai Sword Sect were unconsciously weakened.

"You're looking for death!"

The cyan light under Yang Zhijie's feet was wide, as if a boulder had been thrown into the center of the lake, rippling out circles of cyan ripples.

The wind was blowing throughout the front yard.

The sandalwood windows and doors of the second floor of the Tang Mansion were blown open, and on the eaves of the attic, bricks and tiles were scraped in all directions, smashing down on the walls and ground, making a thumping cracking sound.

As the wind flow increased, the smoke and gravel on the ground were rolled up, blocking the view.

Chen Changan and the others all had spiritual power pouring out of their bodies, covering every inch of their skin, stabilizing their figures.

The willow trees in the courtyard were blown wildly, as if they were about to be uprooted by the wind at any moment.

"Even if I die, I will bite off a piece of meat from your old dog!"

Chen Changan looked at him with cold eyes.

The title of Yang Zhijie has changed again, from an elder to an old dog, since he has torn his face and wants to do it, then why be polite.

"In this case, this seat will personally clean up the division door today!"

Yang Zhijie sneered, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a silver-patterned sword appeared in his hand, swinging the sword and slashing down.

A sword qi broke through the air and instantly locked on Chen Changan.

The surrounding wind was driven by this sword qi, and at the same time swept towards Chen Changan.

Chen Changan frowned, feeling the aura of danger, subconsciously moved his spiritual power to his feet, retreated, and condensed the gray and white sword qi in his hand at the same time.

The sword intent was revealed, and the cold light appeared.

This sword seems ordinary, but it mobilized almost all of Chen Changan's spiritual power.

Bang!

The two sword qi slammed into each other, and vanished in an instant.

This sword that mobilized all its spiritual power was just a casual sword that resisted Yang Zhijie in front of him.

And with the violent wind that swept behind that cyan sword qi, it fiercely enveloped Chen Changan.

Chen Changan gritted his teeth, and his spiritual power came out of his body and turned into several sword qis, cutting open a passage, and rushed out a little embarrassed.

The gap between the upper realm of cultivating spirits and the middle realm of spiritual inheritance is high and decided.

No matter how strong Chen Changan's talent is, his cultivation beyond a large realm is enough to level out a lot of things.

Chen Changan stood in place panting, surrounded by sword qi at his side.

His breath was already a little out of order.

"Hmph, I'm really a bit capable!"

Yang Zhijie's eyes narrowed, and he said with some surprise.

Obviously, he didn't expect Chen Changan to be able to block his sword qi, and he didn't expect that blocking the sword qi could also block his Dao intent, which he didn't expect.

This Changbai Sword Sect outcast, whom he had only seen once, had such a talent.

Everything was beyond his expectations.

It's not too late!

Now that he has already done it, the stronger Chen Changan's talent, the more he must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, so as not to become a future trouble for the Changbai Sword Sect in the future.

Thinking of this, a chill flashed in Yang Zhijie's eyes.

Under his feet, the green mangs were even more dazzling and rich, and it was the Dao seed in his body that was urged to the extreme, and the Dao intent of the Storm Dao was revealed in his hands.

On the silver-veined sword in his hand, there was a wide range of green light, and the inscriptions lit up one after another, exuding the brilliance of a spiritual weapon.

Chen Changan only felt the terrifying pressure sweeping over.

His face sank, ready to urge the other side to try his best.

"Enough!"

At this moment, Bai Ya, who was standing behind, suddenly spoke.

A crisp voice sounded with some dissatisfaction.

At the same time, a jade talisman engraved with golden lines appeared in her palm, which was directly crushed by her.

The jade talisman shattered and turned into powder.

But in the powder, there was a golden light rising into the sky, as if a god had descended.

A golden talisman appeared in the sky above the Tang Mansion.

When the light flowed, it was like an invisible hand falling from the sky.

The pressure in the air is condensed hundreds of times.

The willows were bent over, and the flowers and plants were directly crushed into mud.

The bluestone floor in the front yard crackled and crackled like a spider's web.

The ground seems to have sunk a few centimeters.

There was no violent collision, only this burst of pressure descended, and the originally violent and raging wind flow in the front yard came to an abrupt end.

It was as if the air had stopped instantly.

Yang Zhijie felt that his body sank, his face was gloomy and ugly, he felt that the spiritual power on his body had been suppressed by at least thirty percent in an instant, and he couldn't even fully activate the power of the Dao Seed.

If it were in normal times, he would inevitably turn around and run when he encountered such a situation.

But today was different, he knew who the woman who crushed the jade talisman was, and he was not afraid.

"Isn't the demon clan trying to interfere in the internal affairs of the human race?" Yang Zhijie's cold eyes stared at Bai Ya deeply, and his voice was hoarse but deep.

Now that he came, he was ready to face the demon clan, this time he would either kill Chen Chang'an, or gnaw a piece of meat from the demon clan's hands.

"You ......" Bai Ya clenched her teeth, her beautiful eyes wrinkled slightly.

She knew that Chen Changan was a disciple of the Changbai Sword Sect, and if she made a move, she would interfere in the internal affairs of the human race, and that would violate the iron law of the two clans in Yunzhou, and she would inevitably get into trouble.

"If the girl doesn't stop, then Yang will definitely unite with all the sects in Yunzhou one day and go to the White Emperor City to ask for justice!"

Yang Zhijie was imposing, staring at Bai Ya and not letting it go at all.

Bai Ya's face was embarrassed, if she stopped and let Yang Zhijie do something to Chen Changan, then her conscience would not be able to pass, although they had not known each other for a few days, they could already be regarded as friends.

In her family motto, there is no reason to abandon her friends and be alone.

It's just that if she doesn't stop, then what Yang Zhijie said will definitely not be false, and the demon clan is not monolithic, because it is impossible for the entire demon clan to bear the responsibility for her for the trouble caused by her alone, and then it will bring huge pressure to her father and even the family.

"Yang counts to three, if the girl doesn't stop, then I will turn around and leave immediately!"

Yang Zhijie's eyes were gloomy, and he spoke coldly.

Although he was suppressed by the golden talisman above his head, he was confident that if he wanted to leave, even a powerhouse in the Divine Cultivation Extreme Realm would not be able to stay.

"Three!"

He directly began to count down.

Bai Ya's face was complicated to the extreme when she heard this.

The maid in Tsing Yi behind her had already pulled out the sword behind her back, but she didn't make a move, her cultivation was no more than the initial realm of cultivating the gods, and even if she did, it would be impossible to kill Yang Zhijie.

She stared at her young lady with complicated eyes.

She knew it was a difficult choice to make, either against her heart or against the rules.

"Two!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Yang Zhijie's mouth and reported the second number.

Today is a must-win situation, his Changbai Sword Sect is a beneficiary, Bai Ya withdraws, their Changbai Sword Sect's name can be established in Jinyang, if Bai Ya doesn't stop, then they can get some big benefits from the demon clan.

There was a painful look on Bai Ya's fairy-like face, and the little hands that were as white as jade were clenched tightly.

She was really reluctant to face that choice.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, so dull that it made people feel like they couldn't breathe well.

When Li Zhou on the side saw this scene, his eyes immediately turned red, staring at Yang Zhijie's position, gritting his teeth, and his figure secretly spared from one side.

"One ......"