Ceng Wen chuckled, but his smile quickly froze. He said coldly, "Three famous students, leave this younger one to me. You guys can deal with Yang Qingxuan."
"Angry! Who do you think you are! "
Chen Zhen roared furiously. He was about to raise his battle spear, but the flames in his body ignited with a "peng", directly burning through his body. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground, writhing non-stop.
Yang Qingxuan looked at him struggling and said expressionlessly, "Anger is the source of all evil. Chen Zhen, you have to learn to control your emotions. It's easy to kill this trash, but this Martial Spirit is really good. It can be used to train your temperament. You can suffer for a while and reflect on your emotions. "
He spoke in a calm and unhurried manner, as if he was a teacher teaching his students.
Chen Zhen said in pain, "Captain, quick, kill him! I'm going to die from the pain! "
Yang Qingxuan said, "Don't worry, you won't die so easily. You're young and full of vigor. You're fighting, so you have to control your emotions. "
Chen Zhen was in so much pain that he was sweating. After hearing Yang Qingxuan's words, he suddenly felt clear and cold sweat dripped down his body. He immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and suppressed his inner emotions.
Ceng Wen laughed wildly, "Haha, suppress your emotions? Humans have seven emotions and six desires. How can you suppress them? Chen Zhen, you're a pile of shit. Your whole family is a pile of shit, haha! "
Chen Zhen's heart, which had calmed down, exploded in an instant. He roared, "Damn it!"
"Bang!"
His anger directly turned into true fire and spewed out from his body. Chen Zhen instantly turned into a man of fire.
"Haha, did you see that? Yang Qingxuan, this will be your end! "
Ceng Wen glanced sideways at Chen Zhen and laughed wildly.
Chen Zhen lay on the ground, his body burning with flames. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he had lost consciousness.
However, on the surface of his body, there was a layer of Yin Spirit Qi flowing like a thin mist, emitting wisps of cold air to resist the raging flames.
Yang Qingxuan's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Angry people are stupid in the end. If you can't defeat yourself, how can you defeat your enemy? Chen Zhen, you are extremely talented. I believe that you can overcome the anger in your heart. "
Ceng Wen laughed wildly and said, "Haha, he's about to die, and you still want to win? Win my ass!"
The short fatty grinned, "I've heard of this Martial Spirit before. It's quite interesting. Yang Qingxuan, it seems like you have enemies all over the academy. Everyone wants you dead. If that's the case, what's the point of you living? How about this? Let's go out and have a good talk. This place is too narrow. I'm afraid that if we destroy the main hall, the academy will make us pay for it. "
He walked forward and reached out to grab Yang Qingxuan, wanting to drag him out and beat him up.
Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly and said, "I don't need to go all out to beat you pieces of trash. This little space is enough."
A sword flashed between his brows, and the Fighting Ghosts God flew through the air and landed in his hand.
Without another word, he grabbed the sword and slashed at the short fatty.
"A little Noble Spirit, a thousand miles of wind!"
The short fatty had just stepped forward when he immediately felt a terrifying sword intent pressing down from the sky. It carried the momentum of an angry wave, as if it was going to cut everything into pieces!
"Be careful!"
Wu Ying and the blue-clothed student both shouted.
The short fatty roared furiously. The bronze bracelet on his wrist spun rapidly and landed in his hands, becoming several times bigger.
The bronze bracelet made a buzzing sound, and more than ten afterimages appeared in an instant, wrapping around the short fatty's arms. He flipped his hands and slapped out, shouting, "Don't underestimate me!"
"Bang! — — "
A crisp cracking sound rang out in the main hall. The bronze bracelet collapsed and flew in all directions. The short fatty's two palms flew into the sky at the same time, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"Ah?!"
The short fatty opened his mouth wide and was dumbfounded. That sword was too fast and too sharp, cutting iron like mud. He didn't even feel any pain when his palms were cut off.
Yang Qingxuan withdrew his sword and stood, saying coldly, "Cut off your palms in public. If you don't agree — come up and die!"
"Ah!!"
A heart-wrenching scream came out of the short fatty's mouth. That voice was so miserable that it was out of tune, and it gave everyone goosebumps. They all shuddered.
A few breaths after his palms were cut off, he finally felt pain.
However, his heart hurt even more. With both hands gone, even if they were reattached in the future, they wouldn't be as useful as before. His martial arts cultivation would definitely be greatly affected.
The surrounding students couldn't react in time. Those who were clamoring to kill Yang Qingxuan just now all widened their eyes and fell silent.
That short fatty was a True Martial Realm expert. They didn't even get a clear look at him, but both of his palms were cut off? This …
The blue-robed student was furious. He roared, "Damn it!"
He lowered his body, bent his right arm, and punched out fiercely toward Yang Qingxuan's face.
Although this punch was simple and direct, it was earth-shattering. It was abnormally domineering, and even the air was vibrating with an ear-piercing whistle. It was very irritating.
Wu Ying also made a move. He knew how powerful Yang Qingxuan was, so he used 120% of his strength in an instant. It turned into a roaring water dragon in his hand.
The water dragon's form was lifelike. The dragon scales on its body were sharp, and when they exploded, they were like blades.
Under the pincer attack of the two, their auras shook the mountains and moved the earth. Terrifying zhenqi exploded and rushed in all directions. The bluestone under Yang Qingxuan's feet couldn't withstand the force and cracked.
"You're like an ant trying to shake a tree!"
Yang Qingxuan snorted coldly. Sword Qi rose again, and the Fighting Ghosts God spun in his palm. Two streaks of Sword Qi broke through the air and shot out!
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Two streaks of sharp Sword Qi slashed at the two of them. In the next instant, blood splattered. The palm energy and the water dragon paused in the air and suddenly collapsed, turning into chaotic zhenqi that surged and scattered.
"Bang! — — "
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Two screams sounded. Wu Ying and the blue-robed student each had an arm cut off. In an instant, blood gushed out. They both took a few steps back with pale faces, and their faces were full of fear.
Wu Ying shouted, "Let's go!"
He didn't even care about his broken arm and rushed out of the hall.
The short fatty and the blue-robed student's faces were ashen. At this time, they couldn't care less and immediately ran away.
Although the academy's rules forbade killing, this was a place where corpses were often found.
If they killed someone, they would only be punished according to the academy's rules. However, those who were killed would lose their lives. Therefore, no one dared to gamble with their lives.
Yang Qingxuan stepped forward with the Sword Step, and in the blink of an eye, he passed the three of them. He stood at the entrance of the hall, raised the Fighting Ghosts God, and slashed down.
"Boom!"
The fierce and domineering Sword Qi turned into a storm, and countless Sword Qi shuttled back and forth in the storm, covering the vital parts of the three of them.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "
Under the Sword Qi, a large cloud of blood burst out. The three of them were hit by a hundred swords. Blood stained the sky as they were thrown out.
After landing, they spun and slid out, leaving three shocking spiral bloody marks.
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