Chapter 691: Absolutely Powerful Appearance, Threatened by Blood Blades (Part 1)

"In the late stage of broken nirvana, do you have the capital to despise persimmons? It seems that you didn't understand the 'autumn water' that the woman said just now."

The man in black remained motionless under the coercion, but his pitch-black robe was rattling, making a sound like cold wind.

The man's face changed suddenly, as if he had been humiliated, and he shouted: "'Qiu Shui' is something that people like you can talk about casually? It's ridiculous to imitate others!" The figure flickered, and an afterimage was drawn in the air. The whole person is like a sharp arrow, shot out.

Yang Qingxuan still stood still, and said coldly: "Do you think you are the only one who discovered my identity?"

"What?!" The man's complexion changed drastically, and he felt a bad feeling inexplicably.

"Within a radius of several thousand feet, no less than ten people are following me, but no one is as stupid as you, who will show up and become the chicken I respect and kill!"

Yang Qingxuan flicked his robe, swirls formed on his five fingers, and the whole space fell silent, as if it had been eroded by time.

The exposed arm is also constantly deserted, completely unlike a human hand, "Eight wastes return to nothing!"

With one palm, there is not only the corrosive air of the ancient times, but also the white flame that burns everything, with a fierce and unparalleled martial intent, like hundreds of rivers entering the sea, and everything turns to dust.

"Boom!"

Under the impact of the two figures, the violent breath was suppressed to the extreme, and then exploded suddenly, shaking in all directions.

The space was crushed into a trance, and the two figures separated instantly, and a blush appeared in the air, and they were injured at the same time.

"How could this happen?!" Not only was the man shocked, but in the surrounding void, just as Yang Qingxuan said, there were more than ten people lurking watching the battle, all of them horrified.

Originally, a tie was fine, but the power that erupted from Yang Qingxuan was always in the middle stage of the three flowers. There was a realm gap between the two, and it was impossible to surpass it by technique.

"It's still very difficult to resist the late stage of Shattered Nirvana!"

Yang Qingxuan stabilized his qi and blood, flipped it casually, and formed a ring of nine heavens in front of him. As soon as the strings were pressed, a string sounded with a "chick", and he hit it through the air.

"Clank!"

The crisp strings sounded continuously, and silhouettes of people appeared in the air, like thousands of troops and horses, with a magnificent momentum.

"Small skills! No matter how strong the skills are, it is impossible to bridge the gap in the realm!" The man was startled and angry. With a sound, he rushed in towards the thousands of troops.

Yang Qingxuan was playing Jiuxiao Tianbo, when suddenly a red light circled around the star ring on the ring finger of his left hand and shot it out in the air.

"laugh!"

Under the cover of the sound of the piano all over the sky, a little red light pierced the sky, which was extremely difficult to detect.

Everyone felt that a cloud of blood burst out from Yang Qingxuan's opponent's chest, and a hole the size of a finger appeared out of thin air, and the blood soon soaked through the front of his shirt.

"This... poof...!"

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were full of shock, as if he couldn't believe it.

The red glow just now was very strong, mixed with the strings, I didn't notice it before, and when I found it, I couldn't avoid it.

He had already activated all his true qi defenses, but he was still broken in one shot, directly piercing his heart and shooting out from his back.

"What... what happened just now?"

The man's eyes were full of despair, this red light not only broke his true energy and opened his heart, but what's more frightening was that it contained extremely heavy poison, which had already spread in his heart.

Yang Qingxuan frowned, put away the Nine Heavens Ring, and stood still in the air.

Gu Xie's voice came from beside his ear, "The people in Juntian Zifu are about to leave, are you still playing the piano here?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "I originally wanted to use this guy to practice my skills. I'm not in a hurry to catch up with those in the Juntian Zifu. Because I can't beat them if I catch up. I have to wait for the opportunity. Countless people are waiting for the opportunity."

Gu Xie sneered and said: "If you want to practice, there are more than ten around, enough for you to practice."

The crimson ancient scorpion's tail needle, after being broken once, grew a new one. Moreover, in order to increase the power of the tail needle and avoid repeating the same mistakes, the Crimson Ancient Scorpion used a large amount of wildness to nourish the tail needle, making it more powerful than its own body.

Originally, this kind of needle-like attack concentrated all the power on one point, and it was the easiest to break through the true energy. It was a very terrifying trump card.

It's just that the Crimson Ancient Scorpion's body and cultivation have degenerated greatly over the long years. He kept his strength in the main body as much as possible to maintain his vitality and cultivation level, thus weakening the tail needle and double pincers. After the rebirth of the broken tail this time, and Yang Qingxuan became rich, he practiced the tail needle and double pliers again.

The person on the opposite side hastily swallowed a few pills, and the moment his figure flashed, he was about to run away.

"I want to leave now, don't you think it's too late? People always cry when they see the coffin. For thousands of years, all kinds of death are exactly the same."

A chill flashed in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, although the person in front of him could be killed or not, but if he let it go, it would not be enough to frighten everyone around.

Immediately raised his hand, a gloomy aura radiated out.

Stepping on the sword step in the air, his body was like a sword rainbow, he caught up with the man, and slashed away with his backhand.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

There were countless little ghosts crawling on the sword, all of them gave out eerie and strange smiles, their eyes glowed green, and jumped up with the sword energy, and rushed towards the man.

"Ah?! What the hell is this?!"

As the man ran wildly, poisonous gas had erupted all over his body, and his face became black and purple like an eggplant. Seeing these little ghosts, he was frightened out of his wits, and frantically slapped his palms in the air, knocking out the little ghosts one by one, but the poison on his body became more severe.

"Boom!"

Hundreds of ghosts slashed at night, and hit the zhenqi in front of his palms, and the ghostly aura exploded directly, transforming into little ghosts all over the sky, hundreds of them came out of the void, biting and pounced.

"what!--"

The man screamed a few times before he was taken up by a large number of little ghosts and directly penetrated into his body.

These little ghosts can directly swallow true energy. After entering the body, the man's screams stopped, and the whole body became green and black, and the whole body seemed to be swollen. The originally round body became even more round like a ball.

"Bang!" One of his arms suddenly bent up, and it exploded, blasting out a puddle of thick water.

Then "Bang! Bang!" was heard endlessly, tissues and organs on the body exploded one after another, and a ball slowly shriveled up, as if disintegrated by a bomb in the air, one part after another exploded, and finally returned to nothingness. There was no dust left, only the thick and pungent smell of blood remained.

As soon as that person died, countless little ghosts reappeared in the air, "Jie Jie" laughed strangely, and then disappeared one by one.

The ghostly aura dissipated, and the clear sky returned.

Yang Qingxuan held Baigui Yexing in his hand, and looked at the dark sword body, as if stained with countless blood, he couldn't help but tremble, feeling a little afraid of this weird and terrifying sword spirit.