If you point out, life and death are doomed.

Yang Xuan is not a good man. He can kill thousands of people in cold blood and watch millions of people die. However, there is still a soft place in his heart.

This soft place is his only good.

But now, in this soft place, he was severely stabbed, breaking his goodness.

Therefore, when he turned to face the spiritual heart, the only good in his heart had completely dissipated.

Lingxin'er's face changed. Facing Yang Xuan's finger, she was cold all over.

She found herself wrong, wrong.

This is not a matter of barely ranking 11th, but ranking within the 10th.

Don't look at the difference between the 11th and 10th places, but it is a gap between heaven, earth and earth. From the 11th to the 10th place is like heaven, earth, clouds and mud, which can't be compared with the same day at all.

For lingxin'er, if Yang Xuan is only ranked 11th, even if she is defeated, she also has the courage to fight, but if Yang xuangen is ranked within ten, she is a mole ant.

Purple lightning spread all over the space. The whip in lingxin'er's hand disappeared directly and turned into a radiance in the sky. The radiance twinkled and integrated into the purple lightning.

The next moment, the purple lightning suddenly grew stronger, and then fiercely cleaved to Yang Xuan.

Spring returns to the earth, everything recovers, and the sleeping animals quietly open their eyes.

This is the way of lingxin'er, startling stings!

Facing the blow that awakened life, the cold in Yang Xuan's eyes did not change at all, and his fingers continued to point out.

Boom!

After meeting Yang Xuan's finger, the huge lightning broke into stars.

When winter comes, everything dies.

Lingxin'er's face was dull, and there was an extreme color of horror in his eyes.

Broken road!

Yang Xuan broke her way with one finger.

Her way is taken from the first spring thunder to awaken all things and disturb the world. It is the power of making rivers ice, willows sprout, grass probe and spring.

But under Yang Xuan's finger, the power of spring dissipated completely, the cold came, and everything died in an instant and turned into a Jedi.

Her path was directly broken.

The spirit was startled, frightened, frightened and frightened.

In the end, her body trembled and she was completely at a loss.

The so-called breaking the Tao is not a breaking move. It does not mean that Yang Xuan broke her move, but directly broke her Tao meaning, her control of power and Tao.

After breaking the path, the warrior will fall from the cloud and become an ordinary humanitarian expert. I don't know how many years it will take to repair it.

All those who can break the Tao are dragons and phoenixes among people. So far, she has only heard of the Supreme Master Gu Shentu. Sirius came to the East and broke other people's Tao. As for others, he has never heard of it.

Now, those who can break the Tao have another white start.

I don't know how much wind and waves it will cause.

Lingxin'er stood there and couldn't react. After being broken, she was even worse than Zuo Qinghou.

Zuo Qinghou was able to fight back after being broken, but Lingxin was stupid directly.

For a long time, with her super talent, she has had a smooth journey and reached the peak. Coupled with her background, people who fight with her have scruples and stay three points, which makes her have a wrong estimate of her strength. It can be said that she is the 11th in the list, but she actually has water.

But now, facing Yang Xuan, facing Yang Xuan's merciless finger, she finally understood how ridiculous she was in the past.

"Originally, I'm just a clown!" lingxiner murmured to himself, then closed his eyes and gave up resistance.

Lingxin'er gave up resistance, but Yang Xuan's expression didn't change. He still pointed to her eyebrows.

"Show mercy!"

Suddenly, a voice came out from one side, and then a figure appeared next to lingxin'er in an instant, and then slapped it.

It seems that the space is moving. Between the palms of people, lingxin'er unexpectedly moved three feet out of thin air. When there was no time to go, he avoided Yang Xuan's finger.

Her fingers fell to the ground and did not touch the eyebrows of her soul, but the power of life and death had invaded her body.

In an instant, her long braids flew away, and then became half black and half white. At the same time, her face began to change, half old and half like a baby.

The visitor was a middle-aged man with a heavy back. He looked at the change of lingxin'er and his face was ugly. Then he sighed and said in a deep voice to Yang Xuan: "you're in great trouble."

Liu Weishuang also appeared on one side. He was still very lazy. He looked at Yang Xuan with interesting eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

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After seeing Yang Xuan's face clearly, a man in gray clothes showed a very unexpected color in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "you are white?"

Yang Xuan didn't speak.

The man in gray clothes continued: "I, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, hold the festival for weeks. From now on, if you have committed a great crime, immediately arrest yourself and wait for it to fall."

A momentum came out of him and crushed the world. His whole person stood proudly like a javelin.

Yang Xuan looked at him. He didn't expect that this ordinary looking man was Zhou Zhijie, who ranked ninth in the list of people.

From his body, Yang Xuan felt a sense of lofty righteousness. It seemed that the great Confucian in the world who had read poetry and books was full of scholar integrity and pride.

In fact, Zhou Zhijie was originally a great Confucian, but later he entered Taoism with literature and directly achieved humanitarian cultivation, which amazed the world.

His eyes moved away from him, and Yang Xuan looked at lingxin'er.

The frightened color in lingxin'er's eyes has not receded until now, and his face is still dull.

When Yang Xuan's eyes looked over, her body trembled.

"Oh!" Yang Xuan uttered a chuckle, attracting everyone's attention.

The next moment, Yang Xuan made a move that surprised and even shocked everyone present.

In everyone's frightened eyes, a finger appeared between heaven and earth, with the fingertip wrapped around life and death, and then pointed to the soul.

No one thought Yang Xuan would do it, and no one thought Yang Xuan would do it again in front of so many people.

Zhou Zhijie was stunned, and Liu Weishuang was surprised. Han ZhiBei's eyes twinkled, and there was a glimmer of admiration.

The man with a tiger back and a bear waist had a moment of stupidity. After reacting, he clapped it with a palm and was angry.

He found himself wrong. He was a lunatic from white, a lunatic to the letter, a lunatic who never asked about the consequences. He didn't expect that he would kill his soul under such circumstances.

Lingxin'er can't die. If lingxin'er dies, everyone present can't escape the responsibility. They have to pay a tragic price, and may even have to pay their lives.

At the thought of the man standing behind lingxin'er, he was cold, so he slapped him.

"Are you crazy?" he was furious.

Yang Xuan smiled. He has never changed. Whether he is Yang Xuan or Bai Qi, he has never changed. He has always been the madman who killed the whole family for someone else's abuse.

Yes, he is a madman, a madman to the letter.

From the moment he saw Xiaohua's body, he sentenced lingxin'er to death. No matter how big her background was and who stood behind her, she was dead.

There is also the murderer of Xiaohua. No matter who he is or which force he belongs to, Yang Xuan will find him, delay him inch by inch, let his blood drain bit by bit, and let him slowly taste the taste of death in fear.

He doesn't care about benevolence, righteousness and morality. He doesn't care about forgiving people. You can call him a butcher or a villain. He is Yang Xuan, a madman who can kill thousands of people but work hard for a little girl he doesn't know.

Never look at Yang Xuan with the heart of the virgin. If you do that, you will find that he will tell you what fear is.