Heavenly God Mnemonic

Zeng Wen chuckled, his smile condensed quickly, and said coldly: "Three celebrity classmates, leave this younger one to me, just let them deal with Yang Qingxuan."

"Angry! What kind of green onion are you!"

Chen Zhen roared, and the gun was about to be raised, but the fire in his body burst into flames with a "bang", and it burned out directly. He yelled in pain, and his whole body fell to the ground, constantly churning.

Yang Qingxuan looked at him struggling with no expression on his face, and said, "Anger is the source of all evil. Chen Zhen, you have to learn to control your emotions. It's easy to kill this scum, but this martial soul is really good and can be used for exercise. Your xinxing, you will suffer for a while and reflect on your emotions."

What he said is neither salty nor indifferent, neither hurried nor slow, just like a teacher teaching students.

Chen Zhen said painfully: "Captain, quickly, kill him! I'm going to die of pain!"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Don't worry, it's not so easy to die. Young and vigorous, strong and strong, you can't fight, you can control your emotions."

Chen Zhen was sweating in pain. After listening to Yang Qingxuan's words, he suddenly felt clear and drenched in cold sweat. Immediately sit up cross-legged on the ground and suppress your inner emotions.

Zeng Wen laughed wildly: "Haha, suppress emotions? People have seven emotions and six desires, how can they be suppressed? Chen Zhen, you are a pile of shit, and your whole family is a pile of shit, haha!"

Chen Zhen's calm heart exploded in an instant, and he shouted wildly, "Damn it!"

"Boom!"

The anger directly turned into real fire, spraying out from the body, and Chen Zhen's whole body instantly turned into a burning man.

"Haha, have you seen it? Yang Qingxuan, this will be your fate later!"

Zeng Wen squinted at Chen Zhen and laughed wildly.

Chen Zhen was lying on the ground, with flames burning all over his body, his eyes staring at the ceiling blankly, as if unconscious.

But on the surface of his body, there was a layer of yin aura flowing like mist, exuding traces of cold air, resisting the raging fire.

Yang Qingxuan still didn't change his face, and said: "Angry people are stupid after all. They can't defeat themselves. How can they defeat the enemy? Chen Zhen, you are extremely talented. I believe you can overcome the anger in your heart."

Zeng Wen laughed wildly and said: "Haha, he is dying, and he is still defeated, he is defeated!"

The short fat man grinned and said, "I have heard of this martial soul. It does have some meaning. Yang Qingxuan, it seems that your enemies are all over the academy, and everyone wants you to die. In that case, what is the meaning of your life? Let’s go out and have a good talk. The place is too narrow. I’m afraid that if the main hall is ruined, the college will catch us and pay for it.”

He stepped forward, reaching out to grab Yang Qingxuan, trying to drag him out to fight.

Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly, and said, "You don't need to let go of your hands and feet when you hit your scum. This space is enough."

A sword flashed at the center of his eyebrows, and the ghost fighting spirit broke through the air and fell into his hands.

Without saying anything, he slashed at the short fat man the moment he grabbed the sword.

"A little bit of breath, a thousand miles of breezy wind!"

As soon as the short fat man bullied himself, he immediately felt a terrible sword intent pressed down in the air, emptied with a wave of anger, as if to cut everything!

"Be careful!"

Both Wu Ying and the student in blue yelled.

The short fat man roared in anger, and the copper ring on his wrist spun quickly, falling into his hands at once, becoming several times larger.

There was a "buzzing" trembling sound on the copper ring, and more than a dozen afterimages appeared at once, wrapped around the short fat man's arm, flipped his hands and patted it, shouting: "Don't look down on me!"

"boom!--"

A crisp slashing sound rang out in the hall, and the copper ring broke apart and flew everywhere. The short fat man's palms flew into the sky at the same time, and blood shot out like a fountain.

"what?!"

The short fat man opened his mouth wide, and he was dumbfounded. The sword was too fast and sharp, cutting iron like mud, and even the palm of his hand was broken without any pain.

Yang Qingxuan took the sword and stood, coldly said: "Break his palm to show the public, those who refuse to accept-come up and die!"

"what!!"

A heart-wrenching scream came from the Dumpty Dumpty's mouth, and the miserable and out-of-tune voice caused everyone to get goose bumps, all shuddering.

After several breaths after cutting off his palm, I finally felt pain.

But what hurts even more is the heart. The two hands are gone, and even if they are continued in the future, they will not be as easy to use as before. The martial arts practice will inevitably be greatly affected.

All the students around couldn't react. Those who were still clamoring to kill Yang Qingxuan before, all stared at the moment, and there was no sound.

That short fat man was a strong man in the true martial realm, and he broke his palms without seeing him when he met him? This……

The blue student was furious and roared: "Damn it!"

He was short in stature, bent his right arm, squeezed his fist, and slammed out, hitting Yang Qingxuan's facade.

Although this punch was simple and straightforward, it was shocking and extremely overbearing, and the air was shaken with a harsh whistle, which made people distracted.

Wu Ying also made a sudden move. He knew Yang Qingxuan's power, and even more than 12% of his power, came out instantly, turning into a water dragon in his hand, roaring.

The shape of the water dragon is lifelike, and the dragon scales on his body are sharp and exploded like a blade.

Under the attack of the two, the aura shook the mountain and the ground, and the terrible infuriating energy burst open, and rushed to the surroundings. The bluestone under Yang Qingxuan's feet could not withstand the strength, and they all broke apart.

"The worm shakes the tree!"

Yang Qingxuan snorted coldly, the sword aura rose again, Dou Guishen turned in his palm, two sword auras burst into the air and shot away!

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Two sharp sword lights slashed away and shot at the two. In the next instant, blood was splashing, and the palm strength and water dragon stagnated in the air, and they suddenly collapsed, turned into chaotic zhenqi, and dispersed.

"Boom!—"

"what!"

"what!"

Two screams sounded, Wu Ying and the blue-clothed student actually broke their arms, and the blood flowed like a burst of blood in an instant. Both their faces were pale and took a few steps back.

Wu Ying snorted and said, "Go!"

Not even the broken arm, rushed outside the hall.

The humpty dumpty and the blue-clothed students were ashamed, and at this moment they couldn't take much care of them, and they flew away immediately.

Although the academy stipulates that murder is not allowed, this mirror land is a place where corpses are often exposed.

If you kill, you will be punished by the school rules, and the killed will have no life. So no one dares to gamble on his life.

Yang Qingxuan stepped on the sword step, and in a flash, more than three people, crossing the entrance of the hall, raised the fighting ghosts and cut straight down.

"Boom!"

The fierce and domineering sword aura turned into a storm and rolled in violently. There were countless sword lights flying through the storm, covering the vital points of the three people.

"Boom! Bang! Bang!"

Beneath the sword light, a large cloud of blood raged up, and all three of them were thrown out severely with a hundred swords in their bodies, and a blood-stained sky.

After landing, he rotated and slid out again, leaving three shocking spiral blood stains.