Chapter 555

Turcha's tone was full of ridicule. In his opinion, Yang Xuan could reach this realm at a young age. There was a strong woman around him, who must be the younger generation sent by some big families to experience.

Generally speaking, people who rely on family background and resources to cultivate have no combat experience, and may not even have seen blood.

The barbarians respect their strength, and fighting in the middle of the country has almost become a common practice. Not to mention the sixth territory, even the friars in the seventh territory have several people among the barbarians. While Turca can hold the position of general with the strength of the fifth territory, he can also have the strength to ignore the reasons for the moths behind him.

When the long sword came out of its scabbard, it sounded like a spirit and fell into turcha's hands.

Yang Xuan waved a wooden sword and easily caught turcha's powerful move.

"Eh, it's a bit of a doorway!"

Tuercha exclaimed. The long knife in his hand increased his strength and chopped at Yang Xuan again.

But different from what he imagined, although Yang Xuan had some shit luck, he was not the flower in the greenhouse in turcha's heart. On the contrary, he had experienced things that turcha could not imagine in his life.

With his experience and the combat experience attached to the souls of the ancestors of the state of Jiang, turcha's attempt to break Yang Xuan's defense is a delusion.

They fought dozens of times in the blink of an eye, but the more they fought, the more surprised tulcha was.

Although the young man in front of him was young, he had very sophisticated combat experience, just like he was killed in a sea of blood. The long knife in his hand is aimed at Yang Xuan's key every time, but Yang Xuan can always easily find the flaw of turcha, and the move of fighting back also makes turcha feel a little unable to catch it.

"This... Who are you? Is it an old monster?"

Turcha stepped back and asked. Even he didn't notice it. I don't know when, there was panic in his tone.

"Me?"

Yang Xuan smiled and disdained to return: "I am what you said, the flowers in the greenhouse!"

As soon as the voice fell, the wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand was aimed at turcha's throat. A wisp of sword Qi shot out from the tip of the sword, making turcha's throat feel cold.

Turcha quickly changed and called back the defense.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to take my head? Come on!"

Yang Xuan carried the wooden sword behind him, with a raging flame on it. Originally, according to his character, he didn't like to talk so much nonsense, but the man in front of him was almost the same as his strength.

If he finds himself a tricky existence and turns back to deal with the flying Lian army, the flying Lian army will be seriously killed and injured.

Not only Yang Xuan, but also Yu Qingcheng found it.

"Yang Xuan, come on, Yang Xuan, come on."

The crisp voice came from Yu Qingcheng's mouth. Yang Xuan couldn't help looking back. He saw Yu Qingcheng sitting on his horse and waving his small fist. It was very cute

But at the moment when Yang Xuan was distracted, turcha on the opposite side had attacked

"Youth is youth. I dare to be distracted at such a time."

Turcha's long knife, with a huge aura, locked Yang Xuan's heart in a desperate way. If Yang Xuan can't escape turcha's lock in the shortest time, even if the wooden sword in his hand blocks the long knife, turcha can naturally change his moves.

However, is Yang Xuan an easy generation?

"Yin Ling accepts yuan hand."

Yang Xuan whispered, and the move inherited from an ancient power was used by him. A strong suction came from his hand and sucked in turcha's attack.

The biggest advantage of Yin Ling Na Yuan hand is that within the range you can bear, the stronger the ability to attack you, the stronger the Yin Ling Na Yuan hand will fight back.

But turcha did his best, leaving no room for himself.

This is exactly what Yang Xuan wants.

Absorb the attack of the long knife in turcha's hand. Turcha was surprised to find that the sharp knife gas attached to the long knife had been sucked away by Yang Xuan and was hovering in his hand at this time.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Turcha asked in panic. Yang Xuan's means had exceeded his cognition.

"Keep coming?"

Yang Xuan's empty hand hooked his finger and said to turcha.

"Die for me."

Turcha completely confused his mind and cut at Yang Xuan one by one, but the knife gas was sucked away by Yang Xuan and hovered in his hands.

Dozens of knives went down, and even Yang Xuan's Yin Ling Na Yuan hand didn't touch the limit.

"Is this the end?"

Yang Xuan asked contemptuously, "it's really useless!"

With that, he patted turcha gently with his Yin Ling Na Yuan hand.

This palm seemed light, but at the moment it was photographed, a strong sense of crisis rushed to Turca's heart.

Tuercha took the knife and hurriedly stopped Yang Xuan from slapping him.

But the power attached to Yin Lingna yuan's hand is great. Can turcha easily catch it?

Not to mention the original power of Yin Ling Na Yuan hand, just after dozens of attacks were absorbed by Yin Ling Na Yuan hand, they became a sharp weapon in Yang Xuan's hand.

In fact, if Turca could calm down, he would not have come to such a miserable end. But in his heart, Yang Xuan was just a waste doing nothing, just a dandy in the shadow of the family. Such a person constantly stimulated him with words and played a more skilled fighting skill than the force polished by Turca on the battlefield all his life. How can he not be angry.

At the moment, under Turca's fierce attack, Yang Xuan looked calm without a trace of panic, which could not help but make Turca feel some regret.

But it's too late.

Yin Ling Na Yuan clapped his hand on turcha, and a powerful force penetrated his body. Then, dozens of knife Qi sucked by the Yin Ling Na Yuan's hand exploded on turcha's body.

The power exploded on the surface of turcha's body. These Sabre Qi was sent out by turcha's full cutting. The strength contained in it is unknown.

Holding a wooden sword, Yang Xuan stood quietly in place and looked at tulcha who was covered in flesh and blood after a burst of knife Qi.

"You lost."

Yang Xuan opened his mouth and his tone was as plain as lake water.

Turcha smiled bitterly, with a little self mockery in his expression: "yes, I can't even beat a dandy. I really lost outrageously."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Yang Xuan burst into laughter, filled with all kinds of complex emotions and said, "it seems that you still don't know where you're wrong. If I were really a dandy who can't bear the pain, maybe my body would have become a pile of dead bones somewhere."

With that, Yang Xuan shook the wooden sword, and the blood on it fell on the ground. Yang Xuan's murderous spirit honed among countless people was revealed. Tuercha could not help but tremble and looked at Yang Xuan. This murderous spirit has nothing to do with strength. It is the murderous spirit that can be condensed only by people who really come from the Shura field.

"You're strong. I lost."