"Get lost!"
Yan Qingyang shouted. He wanted to mobilize his strength but he was too late.
The Demonic Sword pierced through his defensive inner armor and pierced through his body.
Poof!
Blood splattered and drifted into the sky.
Yan Qingyang's body trembled as he was nailed in mid-air.
"I want you dead!"
Yan Qingyang was enraged. The person whom he had regarded as an ant had injured him. This was unforgivable!
The aura in his body exploded as he wanted to attack with all his might.
However, he was stunned in the next moment. His body trembled uneasily.
In his body, the red and black aura kept flowing and destroying his body.
The black sword aura was strange as it absorbed his spiritual energy like a bottomless pit.
The red sword aura was extremely violent as it destroyed the meridians in his body.
In an instant, Yan Qingyang suffered an unimaginable injury.
"Ah!"
He screamed miserably and was terrified.
"Kid, you're despicable. How dare you sneak attack me!" Yan Qingyang roared. "Let me go and we'll fight fair and square!"
"Is there something wrong with your head?" Lin Xuan sneered. "Sneak attack you?"
"Everyone saw it. You attacked me first. I was just defending myself. How can you say that I sneak attack you?"
"As for being injured, it only shows that you're not capable!"
Then, he shook his hand and the Demonic Sword shone brightly, releasing an even more terrifying aura.
Yan Qingyang's expression changed again as he screamed in pain.
The people from Dao Ling Association were stunned. When they came back to their senses, they shouted, "Let go of Young Master Yang!"
"Kid, how dare you touch Young Master Yang. You're dead meat!"
The group of people was furious and rushed forward.
"Humph!"
Dongfang Xiong snorted and rushed out with the people from Dragon Sword Pavilion. The two sides faced each other and the atmosphere was tense.
"You want to fight? Unless you don't want his life anymore! "
Lin Xuan sneered. He waved his arm and nailed Yan Qingyang to the ground with the Demonic Sword.
"Ah! I'm going to kill you! "
Yan Qingyang was in a frenzy. He had the strength but he could not use it at all.
The Deathly Silence Sword Aura and Massacre Sword Aura in his body had driven him into a frenzy.
Moreover, he could not get rid of the terrifying attack power of the Great Dragon Sword Soul in a short period of time.
"Brat, I won't forgive you!"
"Even now, you're still so arrogant?" Lin Xuan laughed. "You really don't know how to repent!"
He sneered and stepped on Yan Qing Yang's body.
"Ahhh!"
"Lin Xuan, I'm going to kill you!"
Yan Qing Yang went crazy. He had never been humiliated like this before.
"Hmph!"
Lin Xuan snorted coldly as he activated the Deathly Silence Sword. A terrifying force of death spread out and quickly took away the spiritual energy in Yan Qingyang's body.
In the end, Yan Qingyang felt that his blood and vitality were about to be drained away!
He was finally afraid.
"Stop! I admit defeat! Let me go! "Yan Qing Yang roared.
"Admit defeat? Let you go? "Lin Xuan sneered disdainfully." You're really a young master. Do you think we're playing a game? "
"Is this something that can be solved just by admitting defeat?"
"You, what do you want?" Yan Qingyang gritted his teeth and said.
"What do I want?" Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, "You brought people to kill me. Now that you can't defeat me, you want to beg for mercy and live peacefully?"
"How can there be such a good thing in this world?"
"If I'm the one being stepped on by you today, will you let me go?"
Lin Xuan's words were like pearls that pierced into everyone's hearts like a sharp sword.
Indeed, based on Yan Qingyang's arrogant attitude, if the one who was defeated was Lin Xuan, he would probably end up in a worse state.
Feeling the vitality in his body being drained away, Yan Qingyang was terrified. This was his source of vitality!
He said in a deep voice, "Lin Xuan, I think there's some misunderstanding between us."
"There's no conflict between us. I don't like you because of a woman."
"Now, I don't want it anymore! I'll give it to you! That should be enough! "
Upon hearing that, the smile in Lin Xuan's eyes deepened.
"Firstly, regarding Qincheng, you don't have the right to give it to me!"
"Secondly, you don't have the right to say that in front of me!"
Murong Qingcheng walked over with a cold expression. "If we're not in the academy, I'll kill you a thousand times over for what you said!"
The goddess was furious. Her voice was not loud but it carried a chill that made the hearts of the people around her tremble.
Indeed, disregarding everything else, Yan Qingyang could never catch up to the other party in terms of status.
Who was Murong Qingcheng? She was the little princess of the House of Kings. Her status was revered and there were not many who could compete with her in the entire mainland.
As for Yan Qingyang, he was just an ordinary genius. Although his family had some influence, it was nothing in front of the Murong family.
Yan Qingyang knew that he had said the wrong thing. He regretted it and his hatred for Lin Xuan intensified.
In his opinion, he could not get Murong Qingcheng's favor because of Lin Xuan.
The funny thing was, he never thought that with his status and strength, he was worthy of Murong Qingcheng.
"Forget it, there's no need to talk nonsense with this kind of trash." Lin Xuan shook his head and did not plan to waste any more time.
"Hand over your Mystic Supreme Mirror and get lost with your people!"
Upon hearing that, the people from Dao Ling Association were shocked. Yan Qingyang roared madly, "What, Mystic Supreme Mirror?"
"Impossible!"
He was mad. He would never hand over the Mystic Supreme Mirror even if he died!
If he lost other things, he could still get them back. However, once he lost the Mystic Supreme Mirror, it would be very difficult to get it back.
One should know that the Mystic Supreme Mirror not only represented one's status but also had other magical uses.
Carrying the Mystic Supreme Mirror was equivalent to carrying a small Spirit Gathering Formation.
The effect of the Spirit Gathering Formation was closely related to the ranking.
For example, the one in Lin Xuan's hand was ranked 75th and had the effect of the third level of a middle-grade Spirit Gathering Formation.
As for Yan Qingyang's, it had the effect of the fifth level of a Spirit Gathering Tower.
Although it was only a difference of two levels, the gap between them was very big.
To be honest, Yan Qingyang's Spirit Gathering Formation was more than twice as effective as Lin Xuan's Spirit Gathering Formation.
That was also the reason why the people on the Mystic Supreme Leaderboard cultivated so quickly and were so difficult to defeat.
Those people were originally geniuses and geniuses. In addition to the powerful cultivation effect of the Mystic Supreme Mirror, it was impossible for them to become weaker!
Therefore, the Mystic Supreme Mirror was the reason why Yan Qingyang was powerful and stood above everyone else!
How could he hand over such an item?
"You're not handing it over? Looks like I haven't taught you enough of a lesson! "
Lin Xuan snorted coldly. Then, the Sword Qi on his body became sharp again. A blood-red murderous aura filled the air as if the God of Death had descended from hell. It was extremely terrifying.
Yan Qingyang's life was threatened and the Mystic Supreme Mirror automatically appeared.
"Found it." Lin Xuan squinted his eyes and smiled.
"If you dare take it, my big brother won't let you off!" Yan Qingyang went crazy and threatened sternly.
"Your big brother? Even if your grandfather is here, it won't work! "Lin Xuan sneered and remained unmoved.
He reached out his hand and grabbed the Mystic Supreme Mirror.
"He's right. You'd better not touch his Mystic Supreme Mirror. Otherwise, no one in Senmu College will be able to stop you!"
Suddenly, a cold voice was heard.
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