Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

0Turca's tone was full of sarcasm. In his point of view, Yang Xuan was able to reach this realm at such a young age, and there was a pretty strong girl beside him. She must be a junior sent by some big family to train.    

    

Generally speaking, these people who relied on their family background and resources to train didn't have much combat experience, and they might not even have seen blood before.    

    

The Barbarian Clan respected strength. Combat in the country had become a common practice. Not to mention Sixth Stage, even Seventh Stage warriors. There were quite a few people in the Barbarian Clan as well. Turca, on the other hand, was able to secure his position as a general with the strength of a Fifth Stage, and he had the confidence to ignore the reason behind those vermin behind him.    

    

The long saber on his back was unsheathed. It sounded like it had a spirit of its own as it fell into Turca's hand.    

    

Yang Xuan waved the wooden sword, and easily caught Turca's heavy and powerful attack.    

    

"Hey, you have some skills!"    

    

Turca exclaimed. He increased the strength of the long blade in his hand and slashed at Yang Xuan again.    

    

However, it was different from what he had imagined. Although Yang Xuan was a little lucky, he was not the flower in Turca's greenhouse. On the contrary, what he had experienced might not be something Turca could imagine in his life.    

    

With his experience and the combat experience that came from the souls of the ancestors of Chiang Country, it could be said that Turca was delusional to think that he could break through Yang Xuan's defense.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged dozens of blows. However, the more they fought, the more surprised Turca became.    

    

Although the young man in front of him wasn't very old, he was very experienced in combat. It was as if he had just killed his way out from a sea of blood. The long blade in his hand was aimed at Yang Xuan's vital points with every strike, but Yang Xuan was always able to easily find the flaw in Turca's attack. Turca also felt that he could not withstand the counter attack.    

    

"Who... who are you? Could it be that some old monster has possessed you?"    

    

Turca took a few steps back and asked. Even he himself didn't notice it. At some point in time, his voice was filled with fear.    

    

"Me?"    

    

Yang Xuan smiled and replied in disdain, "I am the flower in the greenhouse that you mentioned!"    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xuan aimed the wooden sword in his hand at Turca's throat. A wisp of Sword Qi shot out from the tip of the sword, making Turca's throat feel cold.    

    

Turca hurriedly changed his move to defend.    

    

"What's wrong? Didn't you want to take my head? Come on!"    

    

Yang Xuan held the wooden sword in his hand and carried it on his back. It was covered with raging flames. According to his personality, he didn't like to talk so much nonsense, but this man in front of him was almost as strong as him.    

    

If he found out that he was a troublesome existence and turned around to deal with the Carduus Army, the Carduus Army would surely suffer heavy casualties.    

    

Not only Yang Xuan, Yuh Qingcheng also found out about this matter.    

    

"Yang Xuan, you can do it! Yang Xuan, you can do it!"    

    

A clear voice came out of Yuh Qingcheng's mouth. Yang Xuan couldn't help but turn around to look. He saw Yuh Qingcheng sitting on the horse, waving her small fists. She looked very cute.    

    

However, the moment Yang Xuan split his attention, Turca had already attacked from the opposite side.    

    

"You are indeed young when you are young. How dare you be distracted at a time like this?"    

    

Turca's long blade was carrying a huge Spirit Aura, and it was locked onto Yang Xuan's chest. If Yang Xuan could not escape Turca's lock on him in the shortest time possible, even if the wooden sword in his hand blocked the long blade, he would not be able to escape. Turca could naturally change his attack.    

    

However, how could Yang Xuan be someone easy to deal with?    

    

"Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand."    

    

Yang Xuan shouted in a low voice. The skill inherited from an ancient mighty figure was unleashed by him. A strong suction force came from his hand and sucked Turca's attack into it.    

    

The biggest advantage of the Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand was that it was within the range of the attack. The stronger the attack was, the stronger the Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand's counterattack would be.    

    

Turca had used all of his skills, but he didn't leave any room for himself.    

    

This was exactly what Yang Xuan wanted.    

    

After absorbing Turca's attack, Turca withdrew his hand and was surprised to find that the sharp blade energy on the blade had been absorbed by Yang Xuan. It was spinning in his hand.    

    

"What kind of demonic technique is this?"    

    

Turca asked in a panic. Yang Xuan's means had exceeded his knowledge.    

    

"Continue?"    

    

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

    

"Go to hell."    

    

Turca's mind was in complete chaos. He kept slashing at Yang Xuan, but every slash of his blade energy was sucked away by Yang Xuan, hovering in his hand.    

    

After dozens of slashes, he didn't even touch the limit of Yang Xuan's Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand.    

    

"It's over just like that?"    

    

Yang Xuan asked with disdain, "It's really useless!"    

    

After saying that, he gently patted Turca with his Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand.    

    

This palm seemed light and light, but the moment it was struck out, a strong sense of danger surged into Turca's heart.    

    

Turca retracted his blade and hurriedly blocked Yang Xuan's light palm strike.    

    

However, the power of the Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand was extremely great. How could Turca easily block it?    

    

Putting aside the original strength of the Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand, the dozens of attacks that were absorbed by the Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand had become Yang Xuan's sharp weapon.    

    

In fact, if Turca could calm down a little, he wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state. However, in his heart, Yang Xuan was just a useless trash who had nothing to do. It was just a useless piece of trash under the shadow of his family. Such a person kept provoking him with his words. At the same time, he displayed combat skills that were more proficient than the combat skills that Turca had honed his entire life on the battlefield. How could he not be annoyed?    

    

At this moment, under Turca's fierce attacks, Yang Xuan's expression was calm, without a trace of panic. Turca could not help but feel some regret.    

    

But it was already too late.    

    

The Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand slammed onto Turca's body, and a powerful force penetrated through his body. Immediately after that, dozens of blade energies that were sucked in by the Yin Spirit Essence Gathering Hand exploded on Turca's body.    

    

The force exploded on the surface of Turca's body. These blade energies were unleashed by Turca with all his strength, and it was unknown how much force was contained within them.    

    

Yang Xuan held the wooden sword in his hand and stood quietly on the spot. He looked at Turca, whose body was covered in blood and flesh after the burst of blade energy.    

    

"You've lost."    

    

Yang Xuan spoke in a calm tone, like the calm lake water.    

    

Turca smiled bitterly. There was a hint of self-mockery in his expression. "That's right. I can't even defeat a playboy. I lost very outrageously."    

    

"Hahahahaha..."    

    

Yang Xuan burst into laughter and said with all kinds of complicated emotions, "It seems that you still don't know what your fault is. If I really am a hedonistic son of a rich family, I won't be able to bear the pain. Maybe my corpse has already turned into a pile of bones somewhere. "    

    

Yang Xuan shook the wooden sword as he spoke. The blood on the sword dripped onto the ground. Yang Xuan's killing intent, which had been tempered by countless people, was fully revealed. Turca couldn't help but tremble, and the way he looked at Yang Xuan changed as well. This killing intent had nothing to do with strength. It was a killing intent that could only be condensed by those who had truly come from the Asura Arena.    

    

"You are very strong. It's me who lost."