Chapter 797: Execution of Yan He

Yan He's voice was overbearing and powerful. He asked "Where is Zhu Xu?" as if he was the master of this place.

Qin Xuan glanced at Yan He indifferently and said, "Are all the people in Black Wind Mountain so stupid?"

"What did you say?" Yan He's eyes suddenly condensed, and his sharp eyes stared at Qin Xuan. A person at the fifth level of Yuan Wang Realm dared to mock him as an idiot. Was he looking for death?

"If he is not an idiot, then he is blind." Qin Xuan said indifferently: "Do we need to tell you whether Zhu Xu is here?"

Yan He's expression froze, and he said, "Who are you? Let Zhu Xu come out and talk to me."

"If you want to find Zhu Xu, go find him yourself. It has nothing to do with me." Qin Xuan glanced at Yan He, then ignored him and turned away.

"You are so presumptuous!" Yan He's eyes flashed with a sharp color, and his palm suddenly grabbed forward. The terrifying wind cut out like a sharp blade, and a chill swept towards Qin Xuan.

"Who is presumptuous?"

A cold voice sounded, and the space seemed to be quiet. A sword light slashed out from the void, as if breaking through the time and space, and slashed directly at Yan He's palm.

Yan He's expression did not change, and his palm slapped out. The palm print collided with the sword energy, and the sword energy directly broke the palm print and slashed down. A sense of pain entered Yan He's mind.

Yan He opened his palm and saw a thin blood mark. If his body was not strong enough, the sword would have torn his palm.

A young man in white appeared in front of him, with a somewhat frivolous look on his face, and said lightly: "The people of Black Wind Mountain are not only idiots, but also very rude."

After this, Yan He and the people of Black Wind Mountain all looked ugly. Yan He looked at Nan Ji Jian with some fear and said: "Who are you?"

Yan He was extremely shocked at this time. He only knew that the most powerful person in Chiyang Guard was Zhu Xu. He didn't expect that the person in front of him was also very powerful. He was injured by a sword. His strength was definitely not inferior to him.

"Nan Ji Jian." Nan Ji Jian chuckled.

Yan He's eyes showed a trace of doubt. Nan Ji Jian, he had never heard of this person. Could he be the hidden genius of Chiyang Territory?

Nan Ji Jian walked to Qin Xuan's side, then looked at Yan He and said, "If you want to find Zhu Xu, go find him yourself, but if you are rude to our leader, don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Leader?" Yan He's eyes condensed, and he thought of something. His eyes fell on Qin Xuan, and there was a bit of disbelief in his eyes: "Are you the leader of Chiyang Territory?"

"What do you think?" Qin Xuan said lightly, this guy is very tactless.

Yan He felt incredible. The leader of Chiyang Guard was only at the fifth level of Yuan Wang. What's going on?

Also, he is the leader, so what is Zhu Xu's identity?

"If you have nothing to do, get out of the way. We don't have time to waste time with you here." Qin Xuan said with an unhappy look.

After that, Qin Xuan was about to lead everyone away. Yan He's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he shouted: "Wait!"

Qin Xuan's footsteps paused, turned around and looked at Yan He, and asked: "What else do you want?"

"Did you take the Ten Thousand Year Ice Grass?" Yan He stared into Qin Xuan's eyes and slowly spoke.

After this, Qin Xuan immediately understood Yan He's intention. It turned out that he was looking for the Ten Thousand Year Ice Grass, but his expression did not change much. He said coldly: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Yan He was a little unconvinced. For some reason, he felt that the Ten Thousand Year Ice Grass was probably taken away by Qin Xuan.

The people of Chiyangwei also knew that the Ten Thousand Year Ice Grass was a very rare spiritual medicine for restoring soul power, and it was a rare existence.

Just now, Yan He asked Qin Xuan whether the Ten Thousand Year Ice Grass was taken away by him. Could it be that Yan He's Ten Thousand Year Ice Grass was stolen?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but look particularly angry.

Why did they come to Chiyang Guard to look for someone after the Ten Thousand Years Ice Grass was stolen? Even if it was really stolen by someone from Chiyang Guard, he could only blame himself for not being strong enough. Isn't it shameful to come here to look for someone?

Suddenly, hostile eyes fell on Yan He. Yan He's eyes condensed slightly, knowing that they would not hand it over voluntarily. If they handed it over directly, it would not be Chiyang Territory.

"It seems that you are not going to cooperate well." Yan He said: "Remind you, I am not the only one looking for the Ten Thousand Years Ice Grass, there are also Yin Yu and Zhong Xu. Do you want these people to be buried with you?"

"You can try to see if you can walk out of here alive before they come." Qin Xuan looked at Yan He calmly, as if he was saying something very ordinary.

Since you dare to threaten him, you will all be buried here.

As soon as the voice fell, Nanjijian took a step forward, and a wisp of sword energy spread out.

This move is already very obvious. If you want to fight, Chiyang Territory will accompany you.

At this moment, the faces of the Chiyang Guards showed great pride, and their hearts were full of pride. This was their leader. Even though they were not the strongest, their dignity would never be violated by others.

"Very good, I will remember you." Yan He looked at Qin Xuan coldly, with a warning, and then said to the people of Black Wind Mountain: "Let's go."

"So this is the pride of Black Wind Mountain, but it's just like this. I thought it was really strong." Someone in the Chiyang Guards laughed softly.

"Yes, he was so strong when he came, but now he can only leave in disgrace."

"..."

Yan He, who had not walked far, heard this, and the lines on his face suddenly twisted. A terrible breath suddenly burst out from his body, turning into a huge handprint, grabbing the person who spoke.

All this happened too quickly. The handprint landed directly on the top of the man's head, and then held his head. Qin Xuan's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted: "You dare!"

"Why not!" Yan He sneered, and his palm suddenly exerted force. With a snap, the man's head was directly crushed into pieces, and the brain burst out.

The people around were shocked by this scene and their faces turned pale. They couldn't say a word. It was rumored that the people of Black Wind Mountain were extremely bloody. They didn't believe it just now, but now, they had to believe it.

Just because of a sentence, Yan He directly took action and crushed the man's head. It was too cruel.

At this time, Qin Xuan's face turned completely cold, and a strong killing intent burst out. His eyes, as dark as the god of death, looked at Yan He. In his eyes, Yan He was already a dead man.

"Nanji Sword." Qin Xuan said coldly: "Kill."

Without a single extra word, Nanji Sword shot out like the wind, and the terrifying sword intent burst out. A sword energy formed in the void, as soft as a line, but when it fell on the space, the space was directly cut apart.

In an instant, the endless and terrifying sword intent was overwhelming. Yan He only felt that his whole body was locked by the cold sword intent, as if countless sword intents were flowing on his body, stinging his skin, and his whole body was cut, as if he was pierced by thousands of swords.

"What a terrible sword intent." Yan He felt a storm in his heart and felt a strong threat.

At his level, very few people among his peers could force him to this point, and Nanji Sword was one of them.

"Roar!" Yan He roared, and a shadow of a demon bear appeared behind him, powerful and boundless. The demon bear waved his fists, and the terrible force slapped down, breaking the sword energy.

But even so, some sword energy still fell on Yan He's body, forcing him back a few steps.

"Drip, drip."

The sound of blood dripping sounded, and countless people froze. Yan He was injured!

Yan He's body was a demon bear, and his defense was amazing, but he was injured by the sword energy of the Antarctic Sword. It can be imagined how terrible the sword energy of the Antarctic Sword is.

The Antarctic Sword looked cold and continued to move forward. The infinite power between heaven and earth seemed to converge towards him and merge with the sword intent.

The momentum on the Antarctic Sword became stronger and stronger, as if it had transformed into a peerless sword god, causing Yan He to feel a strong sense of oppression.

Looking at the Antarctic Sword, Yan He felt a sense of killing, and his heart was shaken. The Antarctic Sword actually wanted to kill him.

The collision just now has proved that Nanjijian is stronger than him. If he continues to collide, he is likely to lose.

With this thought, Yan He's eyes flashed with a sharp color, and his palm reached out to grab a person from Black Wind Mountain beside him.

The man felt a strong wind coming, his face changed instantly, and he was about to escape, but the palm directly grabbed his body and he couldn't move at all.

"Sacrifice for me." Yan He shouted in his heart, and swung his arm fiercely, throwing the man towards Nanjijian. At the same time, he rushed in the opposite direction. Obviously, he was going to escape.

"Can you get away?" A cold voice sounded behind Yan He, and then a terrible icy force fell on Yan He. Snow fell from the sky and gradually turned into an ice curtain, blocking Yan He in front of him.

A figure in white suddenly appeared there, filled with extreme murderous intent, as if possessed by the god of killing, and a terrible icy light flowed on his body.

"Ice rules!" The Chiyang Guards stared at Qin Xuan in amazement, their hearts surging violently.

Qin Xuan revealed another kind of rule power. He seemed to be a huge mysterious treasure. Every time he opened it, it would bring great shock to people. No one knew where his limit was.

"What a terrible talent." Nanjijian was also quite uneasy.

In his cognition, comprehending more than five kinds of rule power was already considered a very outstanding genius, and Qin Xuan had comprehended more than five rules, and each one was very terrible, enough to stand alone.

"Repent." Qin Xuan glanced at Yan He indifferently, and raised his palm gently. Yan He opened his eyes wide, revealing a look of fear, and shook his head frantically, saying: "No... Don't kill me!"

The palm fell, and the sword light crossed the void, outlining a perfect curve.

Yan He's expression suddenly froze there, the lines on his face twisted together, extremely ugly, as if he was suffering from great pain. He could feel that the vitality in his body was fading away bit by bit, and anger, unwillingness, and regret surged into his heart.

With a loud bang, Yan He's body exploded, blood spurted out, dyeing the void red.