Daqin: the List of Gods is Now in the World, and I Can't Help Being Exposed.

The next moment, Wang Xuan returned to his original position.

It's just that on his sword, drops of blood gathered into thin lines and dripped down.

In front, eight corpses fell slowly.

The rest of the disciples all stopped and looked at Wang Xuan fearfully.

"Your disciple is quite powerful." Situ Ya said in surprise.

Han Song was also not at peace.

The strength that Wang Xuan displayed just now is far beyond what ordinary eighth ranks can achieve.

But Jian Twelve squinted his eyes, originally he didn't pay attention to Wang Xuan.

But at this moment, there is a little more strangeness.

Jian Twelve said without a trace of emotion: "Continue."

After the words fell, the remaining subordinates charged towards Wang Xuan again.

"Only sending some minions to deal with me is too underestimating me, Emperor Xuan."

Wang Xuan yelled, the true qi in his body surged violently, the qi and blood were like waves, Huang Ji true qi burst out, and the sword light swept across.

"Pfft!"

The disciples who rushed up were directly cut in half.

With the outbreak of Huang Ji's true energy, it seemed that there was a long golden dragon flying along with his sword light.

None of the disciples of Wanjian Villa could block Wang Xuan's move.

"Since you refuse to make a move, then I will meet you."

Hearing Wang Xuan's words, Han Song's face changed wildly, and it was too late to stop it.

He didn't expect Wang Xuan to be so arrogant to challenge Jian Twelve.

The corner of Jian Twelve's mouth twitched into a sneer.

"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you first."

In fact, Jian Twelve had nothing to do if he didn't make a move, his subordinates were about to be killed by Wang Xuan, obviously he couldn't stop him, so sooner or later he would have to make a move.

"You are the one who died!"

Wang Xuan snorted coldly, and the moment the words came out, a flash of snow suddenly cut out from Wang Xuan's hand like lightning against the backdrop of the moonlight.

Wang Xuan's whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword, spinning in the sky.

With a sword slash, the boundless darkness was cut open, and under the stirring of the sword energy, a piercing sharp energy was formed, sweeping towards it, destroying the dead.

"court death!"

Jian Twelve let out an angry roar, and the sword in his hand came out of its sheath at the same time, and a red light burst out in the dark night, as bewitching as blood, very strange.

"Boom!"

The swords of the two sides collided and roared in the air.

Jian Twelve stood still on the spot, but Wang Xuan seemed to be shaken and turned backwards.

However, this was only Wang Xuan's temptation.

It was his first sword.

When the second sword was slashed, it was like a mountain collapsing, roaring down.

With a suffocating feeling, the terrifying power cut through the air, froze time, and left a ten-foot-long sword mark in the yard.

Countless stone slabs were shattered, and the earth was shaking.

The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword...

The art of military killing is in operation, and the domineering swordsmanship explodes.

A sword is stronger than a sword.

When Wang Xuan struck out with the second sword, Jian Twelve was already so shaken that he vomited blood.

Only then did he know that Han Song was not the real enemy, but this young man who he didn't pay attention to at first was.

However, for Jian Twelve, who is proud of his swordsmanship, he will not back down, so he connected the several swords behind Wang Xuan.

When Wang Xuan struck out with the sixth sword, he had no chance to escape.

"Crack!"

The sword in his hand was chopped off unexpectedly by Wang Xuansheng, and the sharp edge left a shocking wound on his chest.

Jian Twelve's body directly brushed the ground and flew backwards, hit the steps, and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

The next moment, Wang Xuan's body also appeared like a shadow.

The sharp sword rested on Jian Twelve's throat.

"I have to say, you are really weak."

Wang Xuan shook his head.

In fact, Jian Twelve's strength is already very strong, the reason why he said this is just to get some more anger.

It was just that Wang Xuan was disappointed.

The other party's mood did not fluctuate.

He didn't know how shocked and frustrated Jian Twelve was as a sword maniac.

He has always been proud of the way of the sword, but he was beaten like this, how could he be angry.

"Ha ha!"

Jian Twelve suddenly grinned, his mouth was full of blood, and even his teeth were stained red with blood.

Wang Xuan slashed out six swords, especially the last one, which showed the domineering swordsmanship to the fullest.

Although it is the eighth rank, it is already equivalent to the power of the tenth rank.

However, this is not inconceivable to him.

It is unbelievable that Wang Xuan's six swords seemed to be all out, but until the last sword, he was able to maintain his composure. It must have such a strong internal force.

Could it be that there was a super strong man who put his internal energy into his body, otherwise, at this age, it would be impossible to cultivate such a strong internal energy.

Thinking about it this way, Jian Twelve felt relieved.

"Haha! I lost to the strong man who passed on your true energy, not you, so you didn't win me." Jian Twelve said loudly.

"What strong man? This guy's brain is cramped."

Wang Xuan couldn't help being speechless.

Why do many people always like to think blindly?

Wang Xuan stepped on Jian Twelve's neck, and firmly pressed his head against the steps.

"Anger +199."

Sure enough, the anger value rose again, the strong cannot bear the humiliation.

"Let me see what your face looks like."

Wang Xuan stretched out his hand to remove the mask on his face.

Jian Twelve, who was quite calm at first, suddenly went crazy.

"If you dare to take off my mask, I'll be a ghost and I won't let you go."

"Anger +699."

"Ugh!"

Wang Xuan shook his head.

"Don't you know that the angrier you are, the more excited I am?"

Said, Wang Xuan lifted his mask without hesitation.

Beneath the mask is a handsome face.

However, on his left cheek, there was a word tattooed.

This should not be written in Qin State, I don’t know which country it is from.

"I have nothing to say when I'm inferior to you, but you humiliate me like this. It doesn't matter if I die. My senior brother will definitely avenge me."

"Fight against Chi Youtang, no matter who you are, you will die in the end."

Jian Twelve's eyes were blood red, and he stared at Wang Xuan firmly.

If it wasn't for his inability to resist now, he would have bitten Wang Xuan's body.

Wang Xuan was also speechless.

"Is it insulting to take off your mask? If I take off your clothes, you have to die of shame and anger."

Jian Twelve stared at Wang Xuan firmly.

There was blood overflowing from the mouth.

"Anger +399."

"Anger +400."

"Anger +389."

...

Not only Jian Twelve, but also several disciples of Wanjian Villa next to them, seeing their leader being treated like this, all of them were furious.

After discovering that anger points could also be obtained in this way, Wang Xuan kept this posture still.

But the anger soon weakened, so Wang Xuan changed his posture again.

Han Song and Situ Ya next to him were dumbfounded.

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