Chapter 807 Little Heaven Try Your Hands, Do You Deserve a Beating?

"Why, you want to please me with a smile? It's just this face, why does it smile so weirdly? It makes me very upset!"

The man in white's face darkened, and his eyes became more murderous.

"No, no, it's this time, how can I laugh." Yang Qingxuan smiled softly: "I just got a little cramp in the corner of my mouth from being frightened. Can you tell me why Elder Da Chang gave me a killing order? ?”

"The cramp at the corner of your mouth is really annoying. I'll talk to you after I tear off the corner of your mouth!"

As soon as the white-clothed man shouted coldly, he bullied himself, formed seals with his hands, and locked the space where Yang Qingxuan was, firmly pressing down.

This blow did not use all his strength, not because of his kindness, but because he was afraid that Yang Qingxuan's body would be smashed to pieces, and he couldn't recognize him, so he couldn't hand in the task.

"In this case, then I will find a way to pry your mouth open and receive information."

Yang Qingxuan went up to face him, his hands rose up in a spiral shape, and he slapped him.

"Boom!"

Under the clapping of both palms, the clothes of the two people were shaken with fearful vigor.

The white-clothed man's face changed suddenly, and he cried out: "How could it be... so strong?!"

Yang Qingxuan's palm strength was not only superior to his, but also the terrible barren air corroded the real essence in his palm at once, like a large piece of particles pressed into the air field, causing his hands and arms to weather and dehydrate quickly, and shriveled in a straight line.

"impossible!"

The man in white was terrified, and wanted to take back his hand, but Yang Qingxuan sternly restrained him with his wildness, and couldn't let go.

Shocked, he had no choice but to use offense as defense, pouring the true energy in his body into his palms continuously, and the veins on his arms burst out, only then was the barren energy isolated.

"It's a joke! The cultivation base of the Broken Nirvana Realm actually wants to compete with me for real strength. This is you looking for death! You must die, you can't live!"

The white-clothed man let out a smirk, and as his mid-stage power erupted, he regained his slump in an instant, and his mood stabilized instantly. With a sneer on his face, he sneered: "Under the heaven, everyone is an ant. Although you Ants are somewhat tyrannical, but they cannot escape the fate of being crushed to death."

The power of the middle stage of Xiaotianwei poured into both palms in an endless stream, making the barren air in Yang Qingxuan's palm shrink continuously.

Yang Qingxuan didn't make a sound, but just took a deep breath. As soon as the seal in his hand changed, the barren air between his left and right hands stagnated, and they rotated in opposite directions, turning into two vortices in the air, independent of each other, and sucking the palms of the man in white .

At the same time, under the suppression of the powerful true essence of the man in white, the desolate air quickly dissipated.

The white-clothed man sneered a few more "hey hey", trying his best to break through all methods, as long as he suppressed, the other party would only do his best to die.

Time passed little by little, and after a quarter of an hour, the sneer on the white-clothed man's face quickly turned into shock. A strong man in the Nirvana Broken Realm could fight him for such a long time.

Every time I saw those two whirlpools trembling, when I thought that the opponent was weak, I strengthened my palm strength, trying to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, but without exception, they were all carried back.

Although in a weak position, but did not reveal the slightest defeat!

"How could this be?" The man in white couldn't help feeling a little flustered, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Yang Qingxuan's clothes had already been soaked in sweat, and his brows were dripping with sweat, and his face was slightly pale.

After another quarter of an hour, the heart in white couldn't help trembling, and the real energy in his hand trembled immediately, he was startled, and hurriedly stabilized his mind.

Once this kind of competition for real strength is defeated, it will be an end beyond redemption.

Although Yang Qingxuan's aura is weak, it is always very stable, like a rock, firm and indomitable.

After the man in white trembled once, a crack appeared in his state of mind. After that, his real strength was unstable one after another. Although he adjusted in time, his aura was obviously not as good as before.

"Boy, it's not easy for you to practice, and I also have a heart of love for talents. You take back the power of your palm, and then go with me to see Elder Da, I will spare your life and intercede for you in front of Elder Da." After another quarter of an hour, the white-clothed man's complexion was paper-like, and he spoke suddenly.

Yang Qingxuan remained silent, silently running the Art of Nothingness and Desolation.

The man in white was anxious and angry, and shouted: "Damn it!" The strength in his hands increased a little more, and he pressed down wildly.

The vortex in Yang Qingxuan's left and right palms swirled violently, and the barren air in his body became disordered instantly, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"It's still a little bit short for the middle stage of the little heaven."

Yang Qingxuan opened his mouth and sighed, his mouth was full of blood.

The man in white was ecstatic. Although raising his true energy at this time was a huge burden on him, his internal organs were squeezed together by the true qi, and the corners of his mouth were also overflowing with blood, but the victory was in sight, which made him ecstatic, "Haha, this Do you know that you are blocking the car with a mantis arm? It’s too late! There is a way to heaven, you don’t go, and there is no way to hell, you rush in. Remember in the next life, never mess with people who are stronger than yourself!”

The true essence in the palm was strengthened a little more, and it was pressed down.

The two palms were almost touching each other. Yang Qingxuan let out a muffled snort, and his momentum suddenly weakened. He couldn't help but take a step back to relieve some of the pressure on his body.

"However, this competition made me realize the gap between myself and Xiao Tianwei. If I fight freely, with my supernatural power and martial spirit, I should be able to win, but I will also hurt myself Eight hundred."

Yang Qingxuan didn't seem to hear what the man in white said, but spoke to himself.

Hearing the words, the man in white was furious, and was about to curse, but suddenly trembled, and was shocked to see a figure appearing behind the other party, well-dressed and elegant.

"You, you are...!" The white-clothed man was terrified, his mood was suddenly unstable, and the real energy in his hand was also greatly affected, showing some signs of collapsing.

The figure ignored him, but said to Yang Qingxuan in a general way: "Don't be too conceited. The higher the cultivation level, the magical powers and secret techniques, or the martial soul, must be the best in ten thousand. For example, the poem jade Yan, a Wuhun who knows how to attack with one blow, even if he crosses several ranks, can kill him with one blow. No matter how strong your supernatural power is, it will be difficult for you to withstand that terrible blow. You will understand after suffering a few more losses in the future .”

Yang Qingxuan smiled wryly and said: "I already understand, let's make a move, I can't hold it any longer."

The figure was Hua Jieyu, and he said calmly: "I told you not to play, but stubbornly try to fight for the middle stage of the little heaven, and ask for trouble. I think you deserve a beating."

As she said that, she slapped the man in white with a palm.

The man in white was scared out of his wits, how could he withstand Hua Jieyu's blow under such circumstances? Moreover, the conversation between the two of them directly broke his mood. He was actually practicing with me? !

"Hold... stop!!"

The man in white was about to cry in fright and yelled.

Before Hua Jieyu's palm technique fell, his true energy was in disorder, and it was difficult to maintain the palm force that suppressed Yang Qingxuan.