If it was said that people didn't understand the meaning behind Ye Xuan's words, "Handsome for less than three seconds," then now that they saw Leng Ao Tian vomiting large mouthfuls of blood, they finally understood the meaning behind Ye Xuan's words.
Just now, he was saying that Leng Ao Tian was not handsome for more than three seconds.
And the truth proved that Leng Ao Tian was indeed not handsome for more than three seconds.
When he was handsome for three seconds, he spat out large mouthfuls of blood, causing the tall, handsome, and extraordinary image that he had established in people's hearts to instantly collapse.
However, no one understood what Ye Xuan had done to Leng Ao Tian just now to cause him to suddenly be in such a sorry state.
"Brother Ao Tian!"
"Brother Ao Tian!"
"Brother Ao Tian, how are you?"
Seeing Leng Ao Tian's aura instantly weaken and he vomited large mouthfuls of blood, the expressions of Leng Qingguo, Ghost Blade Haotian, and the others couldn't help but change. They hurriedly rushed to Leng Ao Tian's side to support his body, and words of concern came out of their mouths.
They had never expected Leng AoTian to suddenly turn into such a person.
"Cough cough …" I'm fine, it's just that my spirit suffered a heavy blow!
"Leng Ao Tian extended his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He coldly stared at Ye Xuan as he coldly replied.
"How is it? How did my palm strike feel? "
"Ye Xuan lazily stretched as he looked at Leng Ao Tian's sorry state and spoke at a moderate pace.
The third martial skill of the Yin Yang Tyrant Body Technique wasn't just a physical attack, it was also a double attack that fused the mind and soul.
Although Leng AoTian seemed to have forcefully blocked Ye Xuan's palm, he wasn't able to block the mental attack and soul attack contained within Ye Xuan's palm, causing his spirit to suffer heavy injuries. That's why he suddenly spat out blood and was injured.
"I admit, I was careless. I was a little low for you! I didn't expect that your attack just now contained a powerful mental attack. The handprint that was suppressed was only to deceive people and distract them! "
"However, Ye Xuan, do you think I'll suffer a second time like this?"
Leng Ao Tian glared venomously at Ye Xuan as he coldly spoke.
"Today, I want you to die. Even if the Red Emperor comes, he won't be able to save you. After all, she said that only the younger generation is allowed to attack you, so … Today, you are very unlucky!"
As Leng AoTian's words rang out, he straightened his waist and his body suddenly jerked as he secretly activated a secret technique. The energy of the world surged endlessly into his body, causing his dispirited aura to grow stronger once again. The injuries on his body were also healing at a visible rate.
"I'm unfortunate? Do you think you can still fight me in your current state? "
The corners of Ye Xuan's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly when he heard Leng Ao Tian's words. A sneer appeared on his face as he spoke in an indifferent voice.
Before Leng AoTian could speak, Ye Xuan swept his gaze over the nearby apartment and continued, "I know you have a secret technique to heal and increase your strength, but if you insist on fighting me even though your spirit is severely injured for the sake of your so-called face, I will accompany you to the end. However, if you die or if you leave behind serious side effects and become crippled, then those old things behind you better not suddenly appear and kill me. I think it's quite tiring for them to keep an eye on me! "
Leng AoTian's expression was ice-cold as he clenched his fists so hard that they made 'ka ka ka' sounds. He stared fixedly at Ye Xuan with eyes filled with rage and unwillingness. He didn't think that Ye Xuan's eyes would be so sharp. Not only did he see through the situation within his body, he even saw Leng Hongxiao, Jian Xi, and the others watching from afar.
"What is it? Have you thought it through? Do you still want to fight me?
"Ye Xuan said at a moderate pace after taking in the expression on Leng AoTian's face.
Leng AoTian stared fixedly at Ye Xuan as he fell into a long silence.
He was weighing the price and confidence of using a secret technique to forcefully fight Ye Xuan while his mind was injured.
"What happened to Nephew Ao Tian? He suddenly vomited blood, and his aura was instantly suppressed by that brat? "
In the distant apartment hotel, Leng Hongxiao, Song Xiyuan, and Jian Xi, who were quietly watching Ye Xuan and Leng AoTian from the balcony, had extremely unsightly expressions on their faces. Song Xiyuan couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"That brat Ye Xuan's attack method is strange. His attack just now wasn't just a physical attack, it was also a mental attack. It might even be a higher level soul attack. Nephew Ao Tian was careless and suffered a heavy injury, causing him to vomit blood.
Jian Xi's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he spoke in an ice-cold voice.
"This useless piece of trash!"
Leng Hongxiao's expression was extremely unsightly. He heavily smashed his fist onto the tea table as angry words came out of his mouth.
He'd warned Leng AoTian repeatedly not to be careless, but he didn't expect this brat to not listen and still suffer a loss at Ye Xuan's hands.
"Hong Xiao, you don't have to be angry. Nephew Ao Tian was just careless and suffered a loss!" Right now, his spirit is severely injured and his condition is extremely bad. If he were to be impulsive and fall into that brat Ye Xuan's trap and fight him, then the consequences would be severe. In my opinion, we should let him retreat to the side to rest! "
Wu Zhongkui stretched out his hand and patted Leng Hongxiao's shoulder as he consoled him.
"Useless trash, I've already repeatedly warned that brat not to be careless, but you've turned a deaf ear to my words. Now, you're embarrassing me!" Step aside! Don't fall into that brat's trap and fight him on impulse! "
Leng Hongxiao's expression was ugly as he took out his phone and dialed Leng Ao Tian's number. Angry words came out of his mouth.
The sudden ringing of his phone caused Leng Ao Tian to frown. When he heard Leng Hongxiao scolding and reprimanding him over the phone, his expression became extremely gloomy and unsightly. He clenched his fists tightly and his heart was filled with unwillingness.
With Ye Xuan's hearing, he was naturally able to hear Leng Hongxiao's roar from Leng Ao Tian's phone. He immediately joked, "What is it? Did you get reprimanded by that old thing Leng Hongxiao for not doing things well? "
"Do you hate me now?"
Leng Ao Tian hung up the phone and coldly stared at Ye Xuan. Hearing Ye Xuan's teasing words, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He took a step forward and was about to attack Ye Xuan, but was stopped by Song Jiaoyang. "Brother Ao Tian, don't be impulsive. That guy knows that you're injured and is purposely provoking you! You rest first, leave that brat to me to teach him a lesson. "
"That's right, Brother Ao Tian, since you're injured, you should rest well. Leave the rest to Brother Jiaoyang."
Leng Qingguo also chimed in at this moment.
Leng Ao Tian's expression was ice-cold as he deeply looked at Ye Xuan and coldly said, "Ye Xuan, consider yourself lucky. I'll let you go today!"
As the sound of Leng Ao Tian's voice faded, he retreated to the side. At this moment, Song Jiaoyang slowly walked out.
His gaze towards Ye Xuan was filled with undisguised killing intent and coldness. "Ye Xuan, I know you have some ability, but your fate ends here. I will properly send you to the Yellow Springs Road."
"I would like to go to the Yellow Springs Road, but I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications to send me on my way!" Why don't you let me send you to meet your dead brother in hell? He must be very lonely and miserable there!
"Hearing Song Jiaoyang's words, a sneer appeared on Ye Xuan's face as he spoke in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing.
"You're courting death!"
Killing intent flashed in Song Jiaoyang's eyes as a berserk aura exploded out. An armor condensed from grey astral energy appeared on his body, causing his aura to become even stronger. He took a step forward and charged towards Ye Xuan with monstrous killing intent and sand that filled the sky.
This fellow didn't have the slightest intention of holding back. Instead, he used his full strength the moment he attacked, using the Song Family's most powerful martial skill, the Violent Sand Fist.
Seeing this, Ye Xuan raised his brows and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to make a move, a voice filled with a strong sense of righteousness suddenly sounded out, "Song Jiaoyang, let me receive your punch!"
"Boom!"
As this voice that was filled with a strong sense of righteousness rang out, a large amount of lightning suddenly surged from the ground, causing the surrounding people to subconsciously retreat to the side, opening up a path.
A figure covered in a large amount of golden lightning flashed through the passageway like lightning and appeared in front of Ye Xuan. Then, it swung its fist and fiercely smashed out, colliding with Song Jiaoyang's fist.
"Bam bam bam!"
Muffled collisions sounded out as terrifying energy howled through the air. Lightning filled the sky as it spread out. Song Jiaoyang, who was attacking Ye Xuan, had a cold expression on his face. He exerted force through his feet and borrowed the recoil to retreat, completely dissolving the lightning that filled the sky.
Stabilizing his body, Song Jiaoyang raised his head and coldly stared at the figure in front of Ye Xuan. His expression was extremely unsightly and ice-cold.
This was a man who exuded a strong sense of righteousness and blood. He looked to be less than 30 years old, and his well-defined face exuded an unconcealable sense of righteousness and solemnity. His tall and slender figure was wrapped in a set of camouflage clothes and a pair of black high-heeled military boots, giving off a blood-boiling feeling.
The golden lightning surrounding his body added a sense of solemnity and awe to his entire being.
He was none other than the young master of the Lei Clan, one of the three heroes of Su Hai, Lei Xiaoyu!
He had been sent into the army by Elder Lei since he was young to guard the underground demon lair. He had risked his life for the country, shed his blood and sweat, and created countless military merits and glory. He was known as the Little Thunder God and was the pride of the entire Lei Clan.
His status in Su Hai was a bit higher than Bai Feng's, and his strength was also slightly higher. He was extremely respected and had an extremely high right to speak.
"Lei Xiaoyu, are you going to meddle in other people's business as well?"
Song Jiaoyang's expression was extremely cold and unsightly as he looked at Lei Xiaoyu, who helped Ye Xuan block his attack. His eyes burned with killing intent as he coldly spoke.
"Meddling in other people's business? I'm just doing my job! "
"Hearing Song Jiaoyang's words, Lei Xiaoyu's face did not have the slightest expression as a vigorous and heavy voice came out of her mouth.
"Within my duties?" "What do you mean?"
Song Jiaoyang's expression was ice-cold as he asked coldly.
Lei Xiaoyu's cold gaze swept across the people around her as she spoke with a solemn expression.
"Young Master Xuan is an esteemed guest of our military. The higher-ups have ordered me to protect him closely. Anyone who dares to harm Young Master Xuan is an enemy of the military!"
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