Heavenly God Mnemonic

Wu Qiyue raised her sword and said, "Qingxuan, are you okay?"

The other three people in the hall were dumbfounded, unable to react at once, unable to accept that their companions died like this.

Yang Qingxuan shook his head and asked: "What's going on outside, these people belong to the evil wind mercenary group?"

Wu Qiyue nodded and said, "Well, I also saw King Wu and the others. They should have come together."

"Come together?"

Yang Qingxuan was stunned and said, "They...reconciled?"

Wu Qiyue smiled and said: "It looks like it might be. Things in this world change a lot. It's difficult to tell whether it is an enemy or a friend."

"Damn it! Dare to kill my evil wind mercenary group!"

The other three finally recovered at this time and roared: "Fate!"

One yelled, and flew up into the air, almost touching the dome with his back, like a tiger and leopard shot down.

The muscles on his body tensed, and he punched sixteen punches at once, woven into a fist mask, placing the two of them in it.

"It's a big bear fist! Sixteen fists are united, like a mountain, like a meteor falling to the ground!"

"So strong! Worthy of being a yellow turban warrior, a strong man in the chalcedony realm, this trick is enough to crush these two people!"

"Nie Yi is the only physical training strong in our mercenary group. With strong combat power, he crushes the same rank!"

"Tsk tusk, it's a pity this little girl, don't kill it. This look is one of the few in the entire star field."

"Hey, don't worry, you won't be able to kill you, and we will be so happy later, it's worth the trip."

The other two people originally wanted to make a move, but seeing Nie Yi's move, which was the strongest secret of their own boxing, they stopped immediately, and instead watched the battle calmly from the side, they began to judge their opinions.

"Yellow Turban Warrior?"

Yang Qingxuan also discovered that, quite surprised, he had fought Fang Chen, Huang Yu, and Lu Jiangpeng in the battle with martial artists, and he was not lacking in experience.

Wu Qiyue was about to make a move, but he was pulled behind her at once, and said: "I'll come, you can just watch."

Yang Qingxuan draws circles with his hands in front of him, waves of air rippling out under his palms, the shadows are utterly brilliant, the air is full of palm shadows, with different postures, a total of eighteen palms are formed, and finally eighteen palm shadows overlap in front of him. Converge into a trick.

"Dragon palms!"

"Boom!"

The two fought with each other without any skill, relying on the powerful body of the Yellow Turban Warrior. When the terrible force collided, all the air burst into pieces, and there was a harsh scream.

The air is centered on the palms of the two men, turning into terrible waves, shaking the mountains!

Nie Yi said in horror: "You are also a yellow turban warrior!"

With a punch that he could break without breaking, it was like hitting a copper wall with a few broken fist bones.

Yang Qingxuan also felt pain in his arm and crushed a lot of bones. He endured the severe pain, grabbed his five fingers, firmly grasped the opponent's fist, dragged it down from the air, volleyed with his left hand, pinched the jue, and pointed at it. .

A golden glow appeared under the fingertips, and the stinger couldn't open his eyes.

Under the golden light, there seemed to be eight finger tactics, constantly changing, and finally condensed into one finger to strike out, like a broken bamboo!

"Eight-tone string finger!"

"Big Bear Fist!" Under Nie Yi's horror, Yang Qingxuan's right hand was grabbed by Yang Qingxuan, and he lost control of his body. Under that finger, he covered the vitals of his whole body. No matter how he used the move, he could not escape the blow. Can bite the bullet and punch again!

"Boom!—"

Nie Yi's big bear fist blasted on the eight-tone stringed fingers, and the powerful fist style made a scream, exploding in succession like bamboo joints, and was shattered by the **** blow.

And a broken one, and Nie Yi's entire arm!

"Boom!"

Yang Qingxuan won with one move, and would not keep his hands. He pressed his upper body to an elbow, directly hitting Nie Yi's chest, crushing his ribs and internal organs.

"puff!"

Nie Yi spit out a big mouthful of blood, passed out in pain, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.

"Go!"

This process only took a moment, and the other two reacted instantly and rushed out of the hall in fright.

Yang Qingxuan shouted: "Leave them!" The figure flickered, and he chased after him.

Wu Qiyue had been prepared for a long time, and she swept to the front of the palace, and a sword flew over and turned into golden light, which could not be resisted.

"Chichi!"

The sword light flashed in the air, and the two of them were stabbed in the throat and lost their lives.

"Bang! Bang!"

The bodies of the two fell on the ground, both with eyes wide open, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief, as well as horror and despair.

Yang Qingxuan was also stunned. If the person she killed when she entered the hall was a sneak attack and luck, then killing these two people instantly would be absolute strength.

I just killed Nie Yi unreservedly just now, just to show my strength in front of my beloved woman, but now it seems a bit naive and ridiculous.

"Go!"

When Yang Qingxuan was still in a daze, Wu Qiyue stepped forward and took his hand, went to the backyard of the hall, and left the hall in a detour.

As soon as they walked on their front feet, three members of the Evil Wind Mercenary Group came in on their back feet, and then they saw the three rushing out in a hurry to track down the murderer.

Wu Qiyue pulled Yang Qingxuan, and after leaving the Pill Medicine Pavilion, she went to the front hall.

In the buildings around the square, people's shadows flicker from time to time, searching for treasures, some are ecstatic, some are anxious, some are depressed, and everyone looks different.

But as the entire square was turned over, everyone finally gathered in front of the hall.

"King Wu! Elder Lu!"

When Yang Qingxuan saw the two, he was overjoyed and hurriedly came forward to recognize each other.

Mo Jinfeng, Lu Yifan, and others had come out long ago. The powerhouses of the four countries gathered together, and they were very different from the members of the Evil Wind Mercenary Group, and they were jealous of each other.

"Haha, I just heard Yinyao say that you have stepped into the original martial realm, although it is hard to believe, but it happened to you, I still believe it!"

Lu Jiangpeng was overjoyed and stepped forward to punch Yang Qingxuan a few times and looked more.

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "Congratulations to Elder Lu for breaking through to the ground." The looming aura in Lu Jiangpeng's body is no longer what it used to be.

"Haha, the road of martial arts has no end. The situation is just another starting point."

Lu Jiangpeng said humbly, but his pride was beyond words.

Qing Buli also smiled and said, "Qingxuan, you are doing well."

In the Five Nations Grand Competition, the members of the other four countries were almost killed and wounded, but the Tian Cong Academy was all five people. It was a miracle.

The people of the other Three Kingdoms all snorted, obviously unhappy.

But at this moment, the four countries are united in strength and advance and retreat together, which is inconvenient.

Yang Qingxuan also saw Shangguan Haitang and Zhou Cheng, one with a gloomy face and the other with a depressed face, standing in the crowd without saying a word, Shangguan Haitang also looked at him coldly.

"Classmate Qingxuan is so wise and brave, he broke the restriction of the dementing well by himself and dumped this seat."

The emperor's voice sounded behind him, with a joking smile, and said: "I don't know if Qingxuan has a way to break the barrier of this hall."