Chapter 1726: Assassination

In front of everyone, I slowly raised my arms and closed them tightly, and a powerful wind blew up on the competition stand in an instant.

The people on the stage were more or less messy, and the situation was not clear due to the wind.

But you can clearly see the two apertures slowly closing into one point in the hazy dimness.

A loud bang was generated, and a powerful wave of light spread around Yang Chen as the center.

Before they could do other moves, everyone was shocked by the inexplicable light waves and then fell heavily in the audience.

Such a crushing competition made everyone who saw it open their mouths in surprise and looked there with a slow look. They never came back to their senses from this shock for a long time.

As the participants involved, they can only feel their own pain and sudden force.

He couldn't understand what was happening just now, so he got up from the ground blankly, looking at Elder Bai Renbai on the stage with unwillingness.

These people were contacted by Elder Bai last night, and they can be said to be the best among the entire Mingxuan.

Yang Chen easily crushed all of them with no effort. This was also something that Bai Ren could not predict.

Yang Chen looked at the defeated people on the stage and dusted the dust on his sleeves, and then took a step, wanting to return to Elder Bai again.

Suddenly, a figure stopped him, and the long sword with bright white stabbed hard from behind Yang Chen.

Just facing his neck, the weapon was close to his skin as if it was about to cut his throat in the next second. The others who were watching couldn't help but feel sweaty for him.

But as far as you look, Yang Chen raised his steps and dodged directly to avoid the sword and met him.

Despite this, there was no panic on his face. He looked like he was determined to win. He raised his right hand and directly pinched the blade of the long sword in front of everyone.

The attacker saw that his first move failed, and his original joy was instantly broken, so he could only try his best to give Yang Chen a last blow.

The sword that Yang Chen was holding tightly could not be pushed or pulled back, as if it was tightly stuck to Yang Chen's hands.

In the midst of difficulties, he gritted his teeth and tried his best, turning the direction of his sword straight towards Yang Chen again.

"Bang..."

A crisp sound echoed throughout the air, and it was the sound of sword shattering. Everyone looked up in that direction.

Suddenly, he discovered the long sword that was originally tightly pinched between his hands by Yang Chen, and turned his fingers gently.

It shattered in response to the sound, and even shattered into several pieces, all of which fell to the ground.

The attacker did not expect the outcome of the sword. The sword was his main focus. Once it was broken, he had no strength to use it. He fell from mid-air to the ground.

The smashed ground raised a piece of dust, fascinating the eyes of many people present.

After a closer look, I realized that the attacker had already vomited blood and fainted on the ground.

Yang Chen gave Jing Yan a wink, and the next second he received the message, he took a step and jumped to the person on the ground without hesitation.

He pushed the man up with one hand, and he didn't care about the miserable blood marks all over his body.

"This person probably is not your Mingxuan, right?"

Jing Yan suddenly asked the many people present, and the sound of Jing Yan's words made the people who were shocked quickly regain their emotions.

He stared at the person in Jing Yan's hand and looked at it.

"This person has a new face, and it is indeed not our Mingxuan!"

Zhou Ahu, who was on the side, heard Jing Yan's words and quickly looked at the person in his hand again and again.

His face suddenly became weird, pressing against the weirdness on his face, confirming again.

There was indeed no such person in my mind, and without any hesitation, he replied directly to Jing Yan.

When Jing Yan heard this, the corner of his mouth curled, he threw the man he was holding onto the ground without moving.

"Tell me honestly, who are you? Why did you kill Yang Chen?"

Jing Yan's temper was actually not very good. The next second, he was already holding a long sword in his hand, pressing straight against the man's neck.

As his questioning sound increased, the blade was a little closer to the person's neck.

The man who was in pain and couldn't speak felt the fear that was shrouded in his heart.

Out of instinct, he begged for mercy to Jing Yan in front of him.

"Let me... let me... let me..."

The blood in his mouth made him not very clear about his pronunciation, but most people understood that he was begging for mercy.

However, Jing Yan showed no mercy when he saw his subordinates in this situation, but instead approached the sword in his hand a little closer.

"If you want to survive, it's best to explain to you who asked you to come here, otherwise this sword would directly kill you."

Jing Yan's tone was cold, without a trace of turmoil, and without a little warmth, it was like a robot, repeating the first sentence.

At this moment, a very fast ball of light threw towards Jing Yan's position in front of everyone.

The next second, in front of everyone, a steel needle penetrated the attacker's neck, and red blood splattered out, soaking Jing Yan's long sword.

He subconsciously watched his sword stained with unknown blood, and a few traces of irritability and disgust rose between his eyebrows.

Yang Chen, who was standing not far away, quickly locked his eyes at a certain place. His sharp gaze with murderous intent met the man in the shadow, but did not move his body to chase him.

Instead, he stood there without moving, looking at the man on the ground staring at his eyes and dying with his eyes open, and stepped forward and bent down and closed his eyes.

It was originally a competition but now it has changed. The smell of blood spreading on the ground fills the entire space. Everyone is in danger and sits there and dare not move at all.

He was afraid that the next steel needle would pierce his neck, but Jing Yan didn't care about this at all. He hesitated to take back his sword and stood behind Yang Chen.

"If you still have anyone who wants to challenge, don't worry about the competition restrictions, stand up now."

Yang Chen's cold eyes flashed across everyone present, and coldly threw down a few words of warmth in the air.

As everyone listening to these words, black lines were streaked on their foreheads, and they instantly cut off all the high-level disciples in one move. Who else in Mingxuan has the courage to challenge now?

There is also the inexplicable steel needle, which may be the next person to die.
Chapter completed!