Chapter 532 Battle against Xuanyuan Eagle

The depths of the cave full of fluorescence.

Qin Yang's seventeen or eight wounds all over his body were constantly bleeding. His hands holding Zhan Lu Baojian trembled slightly, and his sweat was ticking all over his body, and it was very painful to touch the wound. Looking at the quiet Xuanyuan sword that was still inserted on the stone platform, he swallowed his saliva. The damage caused to him by the four stages of the unparalleled sword spirit could not be removed. At least not at this stage. There was still a surge of gas in the wound. If it hadn't been for the surging power of hell in the body, I'm afraid it would have been drilled into the body to destroy the body long ago. The internal organs are in the body. When he saw that the stone wall carving around him tended to calm down, Qin Yang sat on the ground with sweat flowing on the wound. This sting made him grin.

"Quickly, pull out the Xuanyuan sword." Ji Jie said, "The power of the Wushuang sword is extraordinary. If you don't want to leave a permanent wound on your body, pull out the Xuanyuan sword immediately."

Qin Yang got up breathlessly. He hasn't been as weak as he is today for a long time. The unparalleled sword spirit is like rain. He can hardly resist it, and even the huge pressure given to him at each stage makes his whole body unable to exert his strength. If it hadn't been for the powerful power brought by the law of hell that transcends everything, I'm afraid I would have been killed by the Xuanyuan Sword today. He staggered forward, held the hilt of the sword in both hands, and suddenly felt a strong feeling. The sword gas in his body seemed to be absorbed, and quickly poured into the Xuanyuan sword. He only heard a few buzzing sounds. Cracks appeared in the solid stone platform, and smooth and smooth stones collapsed from the stone platform. However, in an instant, the stone platform smashed, and a carving Engraved with mountains, rivers, grass and trees, the ancient simple sword of the sun, moon and stars appeared in his hand.

There is no gorgeous sword body, heavy and thick, and there is a sense of magnificent power in the hand. This feeling brings him a strong self-confidence at the peak of the king. It seemed to see the sun again. The sun, moon and stars were shining on the sword, and the mountains, rivers, and trees flashed with streams of light. Just reached out and waved his hand, and the bluestone slab on the side immediately became two halves, and the middle section was extremely smooth.

"Finally."

Qin Yang couldn't help laughing. The legendary sword finally fell into his own hands.

Up to now, Qin Yang feels that the time of confrontation with Kunlun is getting closer and closer, and the time of revenge is also in the near future. Excited, he danced his long sword and cut the seven crystal beads. Poor Ji Jie scolded the prodigal, but he was also quite excited in his words. After a thousand years of stay in this broken place, he could finally go out. Rushing out of the tortuous cave, Qin Yang ran wildly in the primitive jungle of Shennongjia. The beasts in the mountain retreated one after another, as if they were afraid of the supreme death.

And when he rushed to the edge of the Shennong jungle, he suddenly saw several disciples of the Xuanyuan clan and people from Kunlun Mountain. A sneer appeared in front of them. The five guys were shocked. At this look, the guy held a majestic sword in his hand, carved with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and trees. Isn't it the Xuanyuan sword described in the classics?

"Who are you?"

Xuanyuan Yuxi, who took the lead, looked cold and asked coldly.

"Qin Yang!" Instead, he took the Kunlun disciples next to him to know him and exclaimed.

Wasn't Qin Yang put into prison by Qingxuan's brothers? Why did it appear here? And he still holds the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand?

"Kunlun and Xuanyuan's, very good." Qin Yang said with a smile, "Qing Xuan, Xuanyuan Yuqi, Xuanyuan Ying is causing trouble to me. I was about to clean up a few guys, but I didn't expect to meet a few bastards first. It's very good, very good. Hahahahaha."

In the face of Qin Yang's wild laughter, a sense of fear suddenly rose in the hearts of the five people. In the future, he didn't have time to speak. Suddenly, he saw Qin Yang involuted and killed him. The Xuanyuan sword in his hand burst into a burst of powerful force. The poor five people took out their weapons to resist, but they were not their opponents at all. They were shocked and flew out and bumped into the surrounding trees. Looking at Qin Yang standing in the center, they were extremely shocked.

"Are you here for this Xuanyuan sword?" Qin Yang asked with a sneer.

Xuanyuan Yuxi's whole body was numb and there was a slight trembling, but she still shouted in a cold voice: "Qin Yang, you are so bold, rob me of the treasure of Xuanyuan. I will never forgive you!"

"Hahaha, don't worry, it's your problem, but I mean to kill you!" Qin Yang said it very simply. His body flashed behind him. The sword patted him on his back rudely. He only heard a muffled hum. The man spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground and died instantly. Xuanyuan Yuxi's eyes exuded a violent sense of fear.

"Xuanyuan Yuqi dares to send someone to harass my relatives. Do you think I can forgive you?" Qin Yang killed three people one after another. Looking at the remaining Xuanyuan Yuxi and Kunlun disciples, a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Xuanyuan Yuxi swallowed and said, "It's not me, it's not me."

"No, he is from Xuanyuan, and that's my enemy." Qin Yang said it very simply. He first came forward and killed the irresistible Kunlun disciple, then pressed one hand on his head, grabbed the back of his neck and picked it up, and ran out. Xuanyuan Yuxi felt that the huge force from the back of his neck suppressed the whole body and panicked, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Are you the younger brother of Xuanyuan Yuqi?" Qin Yang asked.

Xuanyuan Yuxi was cold and said, "You, you."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you now, wait." Qin Yang said coldly.

The first person who rushed out of Shennongjia and saw Qin Yang was quite surprised. It turned out to be the phoenix known as the Kunlun fairy. He looked at her playfully and still looked as cold as ice. After seeing Qin Yang, a complex contradictory light flashed in his eyes, but then it returned to flat.

"What? Want to stop me?" Qin Yang sneered.

Phoenix shook his head and said, "I'm just blocking it. I'm afraid you won't listen."

"Are you wasting my time standing here?" Qin Yang curled his lips and wrapped around the back of Xuanyuan Yuxi's neck. But at this time, a figure suddenly appeared and stopped Qin Yang. The man's white face, like a little white face, shouted coldly, "What a rude Qin Yang!"

Qin Yang smiled, put Xuanyuan Yuxi aside, pointed to the little white face, and said, "Is he your subordinate?"

Phoenix shook his head.

"That's not a bad thing, or I'll kill you today." Qin Yang said jokingly.

Phoenix's whole body trembled. It is undeniable that the incident of Mengtao made Qin Yang hate the whole Kunlun to the bone, and she, who had stopped Qin Yang from taking away Mengtao, had a more real ranking on the Qinyang hate list. The white and manly grinned and said, "Qin Yang! How dare you! He escaped from prison first and killed people, and now he still dares to say wild words!"

Qin Yang ignored him, but walked to Xuanyuan Yuxi, kicked him and said, "Is this boy from your Xuanyuan?"

"He is the nephew of Xuanyuan Eagle." Xuanyuan Yuxi said in horror, and her whole body trembled.

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Okay, that's good."

He turned around and looked at the little white face and said, "Since it's Xuanyuan Eagle's nephew, it's really hard to meet."

"Qin Yang, it's too late to know the guilt now!" The white man seemed to have a strong aut feeling that his uncle had made Qin Yang so miserable, so he maintained a very flat state in front of Qin Yang. However, when he had just finished this sentence, he felt a chill in his heart. Inexplicably, he looked at the Xuanyuan sword in his chest, and the pain began to sweep at this moment. He was shocked. He looked at Qin Yang in front of him with fear.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Qin Yang pulled out Xuanyuan's sword and said dissatisfiedly, "If you don't beat me so much, I won't kill you at once. At least I will give you a few words of nonsense."

A trace of blood oozed from the corners of the little white face's mouth. The unparalleled sword spirit in the Xuanyuan sword was wantonly destroyed in his body. He lay unwillingly on the ground. Qin Yang put away the divine sword, held the more fearful Xuanyuan Yuxi in one hand, and the little white face in the other. He looked at the phoenix and said, "Recent pursuers are really nothing. Quality, and there is no quality. Is your vision too bad?"

Phoenix shook his head.

Qin Yang curled his lips and carried two people. When he turned around and left, he was suddenly stunned and whispered, "Find someone more reliable than me in the future. You said you were sorry for me, and I said I was sorry for you."

Phoenix's whole body trembled, with tears of excitement hanging in his eyes. Looking at his departing back, he cried like a little girl, but a happy smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.