Zhanxian

“I'm afraid Master Tang Yang's face wouldn't look much better if he was mentioned elsewhere with a collar on his clothes.” The leading Xuantianmen master also smiled on his face, explaining the needle sharp relatively generally.

“Is that what you said?” Yang Chen had already made a move in his voice, and regardless of the level of the opponent in front of him, he grabbed one hand toward the other's face.

Ding ding ding ding, just as Yang Chen reached out at his normal speed and grabbed the other leader on his face, several flying swords were continuously chopped over Yang Chen's arm.

Probably afraid to hurt Yang Chen too badly, these swords were initially just trying to force Yang Chen to stop. But when their flying swords were chopped off on Yang Chen's arm, and a crisp metal bang was made, the disciples of Xuanwu Academy next to them changed their faces a lot.

The leader saw the scene and heard the sounds, but he stood still and could believe that the hundreds of disciples who followed him would definitely stop Yang Chen. If so many masters can't even take down a fairy alchemist, then they deserve to die.

Yet Yang Chen's arm did not stop. In between two short breaths, the number of flying swords cut on Yang Chen's arm has exceeded twenty times, and the power has grown. Finally, it has not only been cut on Yang Chen's arm. The flying sword has begun to fall on Yang Chen's body, chest and throat. It is imperative to attack where Yang Chen must be saved, in an effort to prevent Yang Chen's arm from reaching out.

The idea was good, but Yang Chen didn't seem to pay any attention to the flying sword that fell on him. His right hand ignored and grabbed it on the face of the leader opposite him.

Tao Qiqi didn't even mean to do it. He stood there holding his arm and watched coldly. She doesn't have to do it, her Xuanxian level of cultivation alone is enough to attract at least three Xuanxian masters to stare at her nervously, afraid of her sudden behavior.

When Yang Chen's arm was getting closer, Xuanwu Academy leader's face finally changed somewhat and snorted coldly in his nose.

As if they had received a signal, the disciples of Xuantianmen were no longer standing in place, flying forward and catching them towards Yang Chen. Anyway, they can't let Yang Chen catch the chief's face with bare hands, otherwise all the masters out there will be rubbish.

Someone grabbed Yang Chen's arm, and someone held Yang Chen's shoulder. The purpose of all the movements was to grab Yang Chen and stop him, and then grab him and take him back to Xuanwu Academy.

The movement was quick and powerful, but a scene appeared that no one could believe. Yang Chen stood in place, his footsteps didn't even move a bit, as if so many people had no effect on Yang Chen at all.

Yang Chen's extended arm, still that kind of straight forward, couldn't stop, grabbed Yang Chen's arm to hold Yang Chen's shoulder, seemed to be driven by this arm of Yang Chen's entire body, couldn't help following the direction of Yang Chen's arm movement.

The leader of Xuanwu Academy finally moved when he caught the face of the leader. His body flew backwards like electric light, but a flying sword flew straight into Yang Chen's eyes.

Even if Yang Chen had a piece of iron plate all over his body and down, his eyes could not be as strong as this fragile place. Yang Chen would surely be forced back by this flying sword.

Unfortunately, the scenario of Yang Chen retreating or dodging the flying sword expected by the leader did not appear. The flying sword in front of Yang Chen's eyes was only accurately stabbed over Yang Chen's eyelids, making a crisp tinge that was also like chopping on metal.

The flying sword was ejected, along with Yang Chen's arm and Yang Chen's entire body. The leader hasn't reacted yet, Yang Chen's big hand has caught him in the face.

Once captured, the leader lost his entire ability to act. The disciple of Xuanbu Academy next to him only heard the skull of his middle-sized Xuanxian leader make a slight clicking under Yang Chen's hands, as if the bone beneath Yang Chen's pinched face would be crushed at the next moment.

A cold slaughter rushed directly into everyone's mind, causing a shock. Then Yang Chen heard a cold voice that was not human: “Thought I was going into the valley of no return? ”

The leader was ashamed to death, but under the control of Yang Chen's major players, a middle-aged master of Xuanxian in his hall, but he was hard not able to act at all. Yang Chen's hands showed the kind of power that could easily pinch his head into a slurry, making him afraid to move even if he had the ability to move.

Not only did the leader not dare to act on his own, he even had to make gestures so that those who saw him being held hostage and wanted to be rescued did not act with indiscretion.

A group of people were all looking at Yang Chen with an incredible look. Of course, they heard what Yang Chen had just said and thought they knew the truth. That is, after Yang Chen entered the valley without returning, he got something good that he didn't know. He became so strong, he could actually rock Xuanxian's mid-career master, and he was not afraid of all the flying sword attacks.

Yang Chen grabbed the leader of the team, his body began to shake, not his cowardice, but Yang Chen's hand passed on a sense of horror that made him want chestnuts from his soul, he could not control his body at all. Luckily, Yang Chen was holding it, otherwise he was not sure he could still stand.

The disciples of Xuanwu Academy next door also perceived this cold killing intent, even if most people are Xuanxian cultivation, but face this killing intent without any resistance, can only be painfully supported, wondering if they will collapse in the next moment.

“Yang is not ready to be called and waved.” Yang Chen finally began to converge and threw down a sentence: "If any elder wants to see me, let him come see me himself. Am I clear enough? ”

The leader is held in his face and can't even nod his head. He can only say if the sound is yes. The Xuanwu Academy disciples next to them could not help but nod their heads frequently, even they did not know why they were obedient.

“Kiki, let's go!” Yang Chen shook his arm and threw Xuanwu Academy's middle-aged master at the mercy of those who were still immersed in the unbelievable. He greeted Tao Qiqi and left.

The leader of Xuanwu Academy still can't believe what he just felt, but what more he wants to know is what Yang Chen got in the valley of no-go?