Sword Stirs the World

At the moment, in Su Wanqing's eyes, Shen Jian's body is scarred and bloody. It can be seen that he has just experienced a cruel battle in Yang's house.

It turned out that everyone in the Imperial College had wronged him. Although he was impulsive and reckless, he was a real bloody man. He rushed into Yang's house alone to settle accounts with Yang Ting, and made such a big noise. It's no exaggeration to shock the whole city.

Su Wanqing is not the only one. Almost all the girls in class C of Guozijian are sobbing quietly. They feel sad and proud for Shen Jian.

And the boys all clenched their fists, hoping that they could be like Shen Jian's maid, haunted like a swordsman, and then put the sword on Yang Ting's neck.

It's a great pleasure to kill one person in ten steps without leaving a trip for thousands of miles!

However, it's a pity that even though justice is too weak, power is still too powerful to be defeated. Even if you die, you will not become a hero in the world!

Although Yang Ting was in a mess, he was still alive, but Shen Jian was hobbling and seriously injured, as if he was going to faint at any time.

Through hundreds of Jiashi, Yang ting and Shen Jianxin's eyes collide with each other again.

Yang Ting couldn't help but lower his head and didn't dare to look at him.

Because the other side's eyes have awe inspiring righteousness, not angry but powerful, and noble spirit, which is what Yang Ting lacks.

Yang Ting was probably not convinced of his weakness, and finally raised his head again. He laughed at Shen Jianxin and said: "Shen Jian! What about your martial arts? Make such a big scene, you still can't kill me! Don't you want to avenge your friends? Come on! Come on

"I'm not afraid to tell you that after today, none of these people who help you can run away! Because my family name is Yang, I have the power to protect myself! You're just a bunch of brats! Ha ha ha

Yang tingyue said that he was more arrogant, because only in this way can he prove that he is powerful again, and he will not be afraid of Shen Jianxin.

Facing the mad dog's barking, Shen Jianxin was not angry and moved, but a touch of loneliness appeared on his face.

"Who said I would let you go?" Shen Jianxin said faintly.

All those who heard this thought that Shen Jianxin had lost his mind? Or is the injury too heavy to be conscious?

Under the protection of hundreds of heavy armour guards, and on the capital's important area and long street, let alone Shen Jianxin, who is at the end of his life. Even Yu Caiwei, who just saw the gap, could not assassinate Yang ting in public if she was asked to do it again.

When everyone was in doubt, Shen Jianxin laughed and closed his eyes.

After seven days in seclusion, he practiced the art of contemplation. Today, he finally used it as a means of pressing the bottom of the box.

In front of Shen Jianxin's eyes, he immediately came up with a nine story high-rise building, while he picked up the steps and quickly ascended one floor after another.

Finally arrived at the highest level, when the summit will be Ling, a glimpse of the mountains.

The high-rise building in front of us has come to an end, and there is no way out, just like today's situation.

Without hesitation, Shen Jianxin leaped, broke the void and ascended to the top.

Boom! Shen Jianxin only felt light. When he looked down, he was still standing in the same place with a smile on his face, and all around were all kinds of people on the long street.

It seems that the body is so light that it can be blown away by a gust of wind at any time.

Shen Jianxin knew that his spirit had come out of the body, and this state would not last long, so he focused on Yang ting.

At the moment, Yang Ting suddenly felt a chill all over his body and could not help shivering.

At this time, a fallen leaf came from nowhere, met with the wind and whirled in mid air.

Shen Jianxin's heart read a move, this wisp of spirit immediately sent to that leaf.

The fallen leaves fluttered to Yang Ting, who was surrounded by Jiashi group. No one noticed the insignificant leaf. Everyone's attention was on Shen Jianxin, who closed his eyes and smiled.

Suddenly, the fallen leaves speeded up in an instant, crossed a beautiful arc in mid air and shot at Yang Ting's neck.

Whoop! Yang Ting only heard a light sound in his ear, like a mosquito flapping its wings in his ear, and like a wisp of wind whistling past.

Then, he suddenly felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, and there seemed to be liquid flowing down his neck. He wiped it casually, but was shocked to find that his palm was bright red.

Bang! Yang Ting fell to the ground in the dark.

All the Jiashi in Yang's house were in a panic. Several bodyguards helped the bloody Yang Ting, completely confused.

Uncle Yang suddenly saw his son's tragedy and cried out. He fell on his back and nearly fainted.

The whole street saw the strange death of Yang Ting, and everyone shuddered and turned their eyes to Shen Jianxin.

The fallen leaf that cut Yang Ting's neck fell lightly to the ground, and Shen Jianxin's spirit just finished his work and opened his eyes appropriately.

The boy's look was as usual, still so calm.

But in the eyes of the public, he was more awed and mysterious.

The boy just said he wanted Yang ting to die, so Yang Ting died!

And no one knows how he did it!

This kind of mysterious and elusive power is really to take the first rank among the armies. It's really terrible!

For a moment, the whole street was completely quiet, so quiet that even a needle fell to the ground can hear clearly.

Longhushan's art of visualizing is really wonderful. Just now, he killed Yang Ting invisibly with the method of sending his soul out of the body.

Shen Jianxin opened his eyes and gave Yu Caiwei a smile, saying: "I'm a little tired!"

Yu Caiwei shakes her head and frowns. She is so confused that she can't see how Shen Jianxin does it! How strange!

Now the whole street knows that Yang Ting's death is definitely related to this young man, but no one knows how he did it, and there is no evidence to prove that he did it.