You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

Xiao Yun heard what Li Xuan, the Holy Son of Tianzong, said, and naturally Wen Qing and Yan Qinghui also heard it.

Wen Qing has a gentle temperament, and she will not argue with others even if they say something rude.

He just glanced at the other person with a slight frown.

Li Xuansheng was handsome and personable. When he saw Wen Qing looking at him, he flicked the folding fan in his hand and opened it. He smiled and nodded at Wen Qing to express his goodwill.

Wen Qing immediately turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

Yan Qinghui, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped. She turned her head slightly, looked at Li Xuan and said coldly: "Are you going to die on your own or do you want me to do it?"

As soon as these words came out, the originally messy courtyard instantly became silent.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Li Xuan.

Li Xuan, the Holy Son of Tianzong, was not angry but happy after hearing Yan Qinghui's words.

The hand-operated folding fan smiled and said: "It's cool to die under the peonies and become a ghost. If you can catch a glimpse of the fairy girl's face, why not die there?"

As soon as Li Xuan finished speaking, a terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from Yan Qinghui's body.

The faces of the proud men in the courtyard changed wildly after feeling this spiritual pressure.

He is a master of the Nascent Soul Realm!

They instinctively wanted to retreat, but their bodies suddenly seemed to be in a deep sea tens of thousands of meters deep.

The intense pressure immobilized them.

Yan Qinghui waved her hand, and a drop of light blue water flew towards Li Xuan's eyebrows.

The speed of this water drop was not very fast, but everyone felt the terrifying murderous intent coming from the water drop.

The smile on Li Xuan's face finally disappeared.

His eyes were full of shock.

Who is this guy? Don’t you know that you are the Holy Son of Tianzong?

How dare you kill yourself?

Isn't she afraid of revenge from her sect?

At this critical moment of life and death, Li Xuan didn't have time to think too much.

The golden elixir in his body suddenly burst out with terrifying spiritual power.

The cultivation of the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm burst out instantly, and Li Xuan barely broke free from Yan Qinghui's spiritual suppression.

But I can barely move my body.

It is not enough to completely get rid of Yan Qinghui's control.

Seeing that Yan Qinghui's spell was about to fall on Li Xuan, Li Xuan suddenly shouted loudly.

A yellow-white jade pendant around his waist suddenly lit up.

This is for the magic weapon specially prepared for him by the Master Sect for this trip to the True Dragon Illusion Realm.

This magic weapon is enough to withstand a blow from a Nascent Soul Realm master.

This was originally his life-saving tool in the True Dragon Fantasy Land, but he didn't expect it to be used here.

In the blink of an eye, the jade pendant had grown to the size of half a person, emitting dazzling yellow light and blocking Li Xuan's face.

The light blue water droplets hit the jade pendant in an instant.

There was no collision sound, but the jade pendant was trembling crazily, and the yellow light became brighter and brighter.

After a few breaths, the jade pendant suddenly made a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, dense cracks like tortoise shells appeared on the surface of the jade pendant.

Li Xuan, the holy son of Tianzong, saw that the situation was not good, and immediately took out a jade talisman that passed through the message from his waist, crushed it, and at the same time shouted: "Xiao Xiazi!"

A short middle-aged man in the crowd suddenly rushed towards Yan Qinghui.

Yan Qinghui's veil moved slightly and she said "eh" softly.

He didn't expect that some of the people present could break through his spell.

Although he was surprised, he didn't take it seriously.

Suddenly a bright long sword appeared in Yan Qinghui's hand.

With a casual wave of his hand, an overwhelming sword force struck at the short middle-aged man Xiao Xiazi.

Seeing the fierceness of Yan Qinghui's sword, the opponent did not dare to resist, and immediately swayed his body to dodge.

But no matter how fast his movements were, they were still not as fast as Yan Qinghui's sword.

In just an instant, the sword light had already fallen.

Xiao Xiazi reluctantly twisted his body, and although he escaped the fatal blow, the sword still struck him on the shoulder.

Xiao Natsuko’s arms flew up from her shoulders like a knife cutting tofu.

Blood sprayed out from the wound, and blood flowers like raindrops immediately floated in the air.

Xiao Xiazi had one of his arms cut off, and he didn't even scream, but continued to rush towards Yan Qinghui.

The severed arm in mid-air seemed not to be his.

Yan Qinghui frowned slightly and swung his sword again.

Natsuko dodges again.

He didn't even dodge Yan Qinghui's sword when all his limbs were together, not to mention that he now had a broken arm.

Xiaoxiazi's legs were cut off simultaneously.

Without her legs, Xiao Xiazi suddenly fell to the ground.

But even with a broken arm and two legs, Xiao Xiazi still had no intention of retreating.

He punched the ground hard with his remaining arm, and his body flew up.

Taking advantage of this momentum, he pounced on Yan Qinghui again.

Yan Qinghui sneered and swung the third sword.

Without his arms and legs, the Xiaoxia man was in mid-air again. This time, it was too late for him to escape.

Just as this sword was about to cut him in two, a loud shout suddenly came.

"Fairy Shuiyun, show mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures landed in the courtyard. Three of them flew forward, and one person blocked Li Xuan, the Holy Son of Tianzong.

Yellow light flashed, and a light yellow spiritual barrier blocked the water droplets shooting at Li Xuan.

Another person grabbed Xiao Natsuko's shoulder and quickly took him away from the battlefield.

The last person held a long sword and blocked Yan Qinghui's attack.

The long sword in Yan Qinghui's hand suddenly erupted with light blue light and was about to take action again.

Suddenly, the man holding the sword shouted loudly: "Fairy Shuiyun, do you really want to be an enemy of all of us?"

"Even if you don't care about life or death, do you want the entire Spirit Sword Sect to pay the price for what you have done?"

The sword in Yan Qinghui's hand continued to shine as she coldly glanced at the dozen elders of various sects who suddenly appeared.

"Are you threatening me?" Yan Qinghui said coldly.

The man who spoke sheathed his sword and cupped his hands towards Yan Qinghui and said: "This is not a threat, but a fact. If Fairy Shuiyun goes on a killing spree here today, then we will not have to seek an explanation from the real leader of the Spirit Sword Sect."

Yan Qinghui was silent, and after a while, she faintly uttered two words: "Palm mouth!"

The man holding the sword glanced around the courtyard, and finally his eyes fell on Li Xuan.

"Li Xuan, didn't you hear what Fairy Shuiyun said? Why don't you slap your lips?"

Li Xuan looked at his uncle in surprise and said, "Uncle, what did you say?"

Seeing that Li Xuan was unmoved, the man snorted angrily, came to Li Xuan in a few steps, raised his hand and slapped Li Xuan twice loudly on the face.

"Clap!"

The crisp slap sound surprised everyone present!

Li Xuan, the dignified son of Tianzong and the famous passionate young man in Eastern China, was actually slapped in the face in public.

I'm afraid no one would believe this if word got out.

Li Xuan covered his cheek and looked at his uncle in disbelief.

"Uncle Master? You..."

Before he could say anything, the man slapped Li Xuan loudly on the face again.

"shut up!"

Li Xuan was furious to death. Although these slaps did not hurt him, his face was completely disgraced now.

Li Xuan had never experienced such humiliation outside, but the person who beat him was, after all, an elder of Tianzong and his uncle.

Li Xuan dared to be angry and dared not speak. He could only cover his face, gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said nothing.

The Tianzong elder turned around and cupped his hands towards Yan Qinghui and said: "My holy son has blind eyes and cannot see Mount Tai. I also ask Fairy Shuiyun not to argue with a junior."