Text Chapter 778 Yan Qingyang Knelt Down!

"Get out of here!"

With a low drink, Yan Qingyang tried to mobilize his strength, but it was still a step too late. ..

The magic sword pierced his defensive inner armor, penetrated his body, and penetrated out.

puff!

Blood splattered and scattered across the sky.

Yan Qingyang's body trembled and was pinned in mid-air.

"I want you to die!"

Yan Qingyang was angry. Someone he originally regarded as an ant actually injured him. This is unforgivable!

The aura in his body exploded, and he wanted to attack with all his strength.

But the next moment, he was stunned, and his body began to shake uneasily.

Within his body, the red and black auras were constantly flowing, destroying his body.

The black sword energy was extremely weird, absorbing his spiritual power crazily, like a bottomless pit.

The red sword energy was extremely violent, destroying his body's meridians.

In an instant, Yan Qingyang suffered an unimaginable blow.

"ah!"

He roared miserably and was very frightened.

"Boy, you are despicable, you attacked me secretly!" Yan Qingyang roared angrily, "Let me go, let's fight openly!"

"Are you mentally ill?" Lin Xuan sneered, "A sneak attack on you?"

"Everyone has seen it. You were the one who made the first move. I was just passively defending. Why did I launch a sneak attack?"

"As for being injured, it only shows that you are incompetent!"

Then, with a shake of his palm, the magic sword suddenly glowed brightly and released an even more terrifying aura.

Yan Qingyang's expression changed again, and he roared in pain.

The people in the Daolinghui were all stunned. They came to their senses and shouted one after another: "Let Young Master Yang go!"

"Boy, if you dare to touch Young Master Yang, you are dead!"

A group of people were furious and rushed forward quickly.

"snort!"

Dongfang Xiong snorted coldly, and rushed out with the people from Longjian Pavilion. The two parties confronted each other, and the atmosphere was very tense.

"Want to take action? Unless you don't want his life!"

Lin Xuan sneered, waved his arm, and nailed Yan Qingyang to the ground with the magic sword.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"

Yan Qing's Yang Qi was so crazy that he had all the strength in his body, but he couldn't display it at all.

The Death Sword Qi and Killing Sword Qi in his body made him in a state of madness.

Moreover, he could not eliminate the terrifying attack power of the Great Dragon Sword Spirit in a short time.

"Boy, I can't spare you!"

"Are you still so arrogant until now?" Lin Xuan smiled, "You are really ungrateful!"

He sneered and then stepped on Yan Qingyang.

"ah"

"Lin Xuan, I want you to die!"

Yan Qingyang went crazy, he had never been insulted like this before.

"snort!"

Lin Xuan snorted coldly, activated the Sword of Death, and a terrifying power of death filled the air, quickly taking away the spiritual power in Yan Qingyang's body.

In the end, Yan Qingyang felt that the vitality in his blood was draining away!

He was finally afraid.

"Stop, I give up! Let me go!" Yan Qingyang roared.

"Admit defeat? Let you go?" Lin Xuan sneered disdainfully, "You are really the young master. Do you think we are playing a game?"

"Is this something that can be solved by simply admitting defeat?"

"You, what do you want?" Yan Qingyang gritted his teeth and said.

"What?" Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, "You led people to kill me, but now that you can't defeat me, you just want to beg for mercy and live in peace?"

"Where in the world can anything be so cheap?"

"If I were stepped on by you today, would you let me go?"

Lin Xuan's words were every word, piercing everyone's hearts like a sharp sword.

Indeed, according to the arrogant attitude shown by Yan Qingyang, if it was Lin Xuan who fell, the end would probably be even worse.

Feeling that the loss of vitality in his body was getting more and more serious, Yan Qingyang was horrified. These were his origins!

He said in a low voice: "Lin Xuan, I think there is some misunderstanding between us."

"There is no conflict between us. I don't like you just because you are a woman."

"Now, I don't want it anymore! I'll give it to you! That's alright!"

Hearing this, the smile in Lin Xuan's eyes grew stronger.

"First, you are not qualified to give up on Qingcheng!"

"Secondly, you are not qualified to give in in front of me!"

Murong Qingcheng also walked over with a cold expression: "If you weren't in the academy, just by saying this, I would have killed you thousands of times!"

The goddess was angry, her voice was not loud, but it carried a chill that made the hearts of those around her tremble.

Indeed, not to mention other things, but when it comes to status, Yan Qingyang can't even catch up with him in terms of flattery.

Who is Murong Qingcheng? She was the little princess of the King's family, and her status was so respected that there were few in the entire continent who could compete with her.

And Yan Qingyang is just an ordinary genius. Although his family is somewhat powerful, he is not enough in front of the Murong family.

Yan Qingyang also knew that he had said the wrong thing. He regretted it to death and his hatred for Lin Xuan became even stronger.

In his opinion, the reason why he could not win Murong Qingcheng's favor was entirely due to Lin Xuan.

The funny thing is that he never thought about whether he could be worthy of the other party based on his identity and strength.

"Forget it, there is no need to talk nonsense with such a waste." Lin Xuan shook his head, not intending to waste time.

"Hand over your Xuan Zunjian, then take your people and get out!"

Hearing this, the people in the Daolinghui trembled, while Yan Qingyang roared crazily: "What, Xuan Zunjian?"

"impossible!"

He was so angry that Xuan Zunjian would not hand him over even if he died!

If other things are gone, you can still get them back, but once the Xuan Zunjian is lost, it will be very difficult to get it back.

You must know that Xuanzunjian not only represents identity, but also has other magical functions.

Carrying the Xuan Zunjian is equivalent to carrying a small spirit gathering array.

The effect of this spirit gathering array is closely related to the ranking.

For example, the one in Lin Xuan's hand is ranked 75, which is equivalent to the effect of the third level of the mid-grade spirit gathering array.

As for Yan Qingyang's one, it is equivalent to the effect of the fifth level of the Spirit Gathering Tower.

Even though it is only a difference between two levels, the difference is very big.

If you really want to calculate it, Yan Qingyang's effect is more than double that of Lin Xuan's.

This is also the reason why people in Xuanzunbang practice very quickly and are difficult to defeat.

Originally, those people were geniuses, and coupled with Xuan Zunjian's powerful cultivation effect, it was impossible to become weak!

Therefore, Xuanzunjian is the foundation for Yan Qingyang's strength and superiority over everyone else!

How could he hand over this kind of thing?

"Don't hand it over? It seems that the lesson I gave you is not enough!"

Lin Xuan snorted coldly, and then the sword energy on his body became sharp again, filled with a bloody killing aura, like the arrival of the god of death from hell, terrifying to the extreme.

Yan Qingyang's life was threatened, and Xuan Zunjian appeared automatically.

"Found it." Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes and laughed.

"If you dare to take it, my elder brother will not let you go!" Yan Qingyang threatened frantically.

"Your elder brother? It won't work even if your uncle comes!" Lin Xuan sneered, unmoved.

He stretched out his palm and grabbed Xuan Zunjian.

"He's right, you'd better not touch his Xuanhuo Jian, otherwise no one from the Xianwu Academy will get you!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came.