Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Two: Venting

  The two remaining people found that the entangling web of sound threads that had bound them suddenly dissipated on its own. At first, they were stunned, then a wild joy surged up to their faces, and the surging power began to flow naturally within their bodies once again.

  The two of them had different colored auras that gradually became dazzling, with their faces revealing increasingly arrogant smiles.

  "Are you okay?" Suddenly, a cold voice came from in front of the two people.

  Two men stopped, one bald man on the left touched his own shiny head, grinned and said: "Youngster, now you can't escape even if you grow wings!"

  On the other side was a short and thin man, holding a pitch-black sickle, his entire body hidden in a black fog, as if he were a death spirit from the underworld harvesting lives. He lightly raised the sickle, which reflected the moonlight onto his face, revealing a pale complexion like that of a dead person: "No more nonsense, accept your death!"

  "Wow"

  A scythe appeared in his hand, tracing a strange arc as it swung down from the top right of Yang Yuxi's head, its blade radiating cold light.

  "Hah!" The bald man didn't fall behind either. A long club appeared in his hand, and he heavily swung it at Yang Yu Xi's forehead!

  "Honk honk!"

  The sickle and long stick almost simultaneously smashed onto Yang Yuxi's body from both left and right sides.

  At this time, Yang Yu Xi's body was surrounded by a huge light, enveloping his entire being.

  Two people even saw their own fog smash or cut open Yang Yuxi's shoulder.

  A faint smile gradually appeared at the corners of both their mouths.

  The light faded away, but solidified the half-formed smiles on their lips.

  "This..."

  It's not just Baldy and Sickle who are surprised, even the Rainbow Seven Fairies who have been watching this place are also extremely surprised. Originally, they had already prepared for Yang Yuxi's failure and planned to take action to clean up the two evil sect members.

  At this time, in the picture in front of the seven rainbow fairies, Yang Yu Xi held up both arms, his left hand grasped the long stick of the bald man out of thin air, and his right hand held a gun to block the black sickle of the sickle man.

  "This kid has some real skills." Ziwen spoke softly, she could naturally see that in terms of cultivation, Yang Yuxi was not as good as the two bald men.

  Zhou Yuxiao smiled slightly, her eyes fixed on the young man in the painting, her gaze warm and gentle enough to melt everything. She said softly, "Yu Xi's strength is not just this."

  "Huh?" Zi Wen and the woman in red looked up, their eyes filled with a hint of disbelief.

  Lan Yu was shocked in her heart, and she also looked at Zhou Yuxiao with Ziwen, but the focus of her concern was not Zhou Yuxiao's words, but Zhou Yuxiao's expression.

  Zhou Yuxiao looked about the same age as her, wearing a black waist-length dress, with a face that was in no way inferior to her own. At this moment, the smile on her face made Lan Yuhen guess something.

  Her face dimmed a bit, and her long eyelashes drooped slightly.

  It's hard to say it's disappointing, hard to say it's sad, just feel a little empty.

  After all, so many years have passed, the person Lan Yu Yan has been thinking about most over the years is not Yang Yu Xi, but Nan Gong Zang Jie. She found that this feeling was no longer the initial impulse, and as time settled, these feelings slowly grew and sprouted, firmly planted in her heart.

  Although in her heart she liked Nan Gong Zuo Jue, but for Lan Yu Yan, Yang Yu Xi was also a special existence.

  Six years ago, the first kiss and the first promise in my life were all related to Yang Yu Xi. Although it can be said that children's words are not binding, but for girls like Lan Yu Yan, once something is said, it cannot be taken back as if it never happened.

  Now seeing a good girl who is not inferior to herself, Yang Yu Xi's infatuation is increasing, inexplicably, there is a faint sorrow that seeps out from her heart, slowly freezing her whole body.

  Unconsciously, she thought of that person she had been thinking about all the time, and compared to him, she was a little envious of Zhou Yu Xiao.

  Being with someone you like must be very happy...

  Zang Jie, where are you? Do you still remember me...

  The corner of her eye, surprisingly had a glistening **slowly seeping out.

  ………………………………

  In mid-air above Luoyang City, Yang Yu Xi didn't know about Lan Yu Yan's current state, but even if he did, it wouldn't be of any use. His attention was fully focused on the two opponents in front of him.

  "Cheers!"

  Yang Yu Xi suddenly let out a loud shout, and his small body burst forth with an unexpected surge of power. A wave of air rolled out, directly sending the bald man and scythe-wielding man flying away.

  Yang Yu Xi stood with his spear held horizontally, his eyes gleaming with an air of superiority that he couldn't conceal.

  The moon is in the sky, and the young man stands with his spear!

  The people in the two battles in the distance were once again amazed by Yang Yu Xi, but this amazement triggered a completely different psychological activity.

  Luò Wúshén and other orthodox people were amazed in their hearts, and then felt some joy.

  While Mo Yingzi and others were shocked, a killing intent slowly emerged in their hearts.

  The bald man and the sickle-wielding man exchanged a glance, the disdain in their eyes slowly disappearing. They were both men who had tasted blood on the tip of their blades, so they naturally knew how formidable Yang Yuxi was.

  The two did not advance blindly again, but stood still on the spot, accumulating momentum and waiting for an opportunity.

  Yang Yu Xi was never the type to wait for others to make a move. Since you guys aren't making a move, I'll take it myself!

  "Boom"

  The place where he originally landed suddenly burst into a riot of flames, Yang Yu Xi's figure charged straight at Qiang, his gun dancing across the nine heavens, thunderbolts occasionally falling from the sky, setting him off like a war god.

  The two bald men didn't dare to slack off at all, their true yuan fully opened, their momentum greatly increased, and they rushed over with sticks and knives.

  The city of Luo was empty, and three battles unfolded in an instant. Yang Yuxi's battle started the latest, but it was a decisive battle from the start, without any probing or fancy moves.

  The gleam of knives and the shadow of clubs enveloped the sky, making the originally dark night even more oppressive.

  Dark clouds are rolling in, pressing down on the city.

  The originally quiet crowd stirred up again, but when they saw the angry face of Huo Qiema in front of them, they all became much more subdued.

  Compared to gentle Zhou Yu Xiao, Hu Qi Ma is simply a violent thug!

  The disobedient masses are all crouching at her feet!

  In front of the rolling black clouds, a lightning bolt suddenly flashed, like a snake dancing wildly, and then dense and numerous thunderbolts covered the sky and earth, illuminating this piece of heaven and earth, becoming the first scene that people remembered Yang Yuxi many years later.

  This is Yang Yu Xi, fighting for the first time under the spotlight!

  Whether it was the bald man or the sickle-wielding man, they were both engulfed by the vast ocean of lightning, their faces contorted in rage and terror as the layered shadows of knives and clubs vanished into thin air.

  "Boom!"

  A blue-purple lightning suddenly burst open, and the city of Luoyang had a slight tremor. The sky was completely dyed, and ordinary people thought it was the work of gods.

  As usual, Yang Yu Xi's battle shouldn't be louder than the other two battles, but in fact it was.

  Because Mo Yingzi and Luo Wushen's cultivation was higher, their moves were simple and condensed, with no extra power leakage. At this level, they didn't care about the grandeur of the scene, each move only focused on its effect.

  As for Mu Chenyin and Wei Xinhao, Wei Xinhao's movements were quite large, but they were all quietly resolved by Mu Chenyin, and in the end, only blood-colored plum blossoms fell from the sky.

  "Ah!" The Thunder Ocean finally dissipated, and the two bald men with disheveled hair barely stood up, panting heavily, glaring fiercely at Yang Yu Xi, but unable to conceal the shock and exhaustion in their eyes.

  In contrast, Yang Yu Xi remained calm and collected, with only a faint purple glow flickering around her body. The light from the Thunder Gun in her hand gradually dimmed, no longer radiating its previous sharp aura.

  The two bald men finally realized that Yang Yuxi letting them go was not arrogance or confidence, but rather a venting of emotions!

  Yang Yu Xi fought recklessly, without any regard for the consumption of his true strength. His moves were fierce and extreme, and he didn't care about the overflow of his true strength, creating a very spectacular scene.

  Yang Yu Xi now appears normal on the surface, but the two bald men know that he has squandered a lot of his true strength.

  This feeling is not about fighting seriously, but rather venting the dissatisfaction in their hearts. As for why Yang Yu Xi was like this, the two bald men naturally didn't know.

  But this did not prevent them from becoming Yang Yuxi's punching bag.

  Yang Yu Xi didn't give them any chance to breathe, with a single step forward, he raised his gun again!

  The true energy is all leaked out, just one look and it's clear that another eruption is coming!

  The bald man and the scythe man were secretly complaining, but their situation was already very bad, they didn't even have time to complain before being shrouded in gun shadows.

  Yang Yu Xi's heart was untroubled, he was indeed venting, venting the discontent in his heart. Previously, whether it was facing Mo Yingzi or Wei Xinhao, he had always felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart. Now, facing two people who were extremely powerful, the dissatisfaction in his heart finally found an outlet for venting, how could he not feel exhilarated!

  In this delightful state, Yang Yu Xi himself did not notice that his cultivation had unknowingly advanced from the fifth heaven of Extreme Dust to the seventh heaven of Extreme Dust, and the capacity of his true energy suddenly increased.

  So he didn't realize at all that he had squandered his true strength.

  He was just looking for a way to vent everything, and he would hit whatever made him feel good. The unstoppable domineering aura in his chest grew stronger and stronger, his hair flying wildly, as if he had gone mad.

  He was still furiously shouting in their faces, making the two bald men very annoyed. Shouldn't they be the ones furious instead?!

  Hu Qiema and Zhou Yuxiao, two people familiar with Yang Yu Xi, both looked up at the man surrounded by lightning, speechless. The purple arc of electricity was reflected in the pupils of the two women, who knew what they were thinking.

  When the lightning disappeared from the sky above Luoyang City again, two charred corpses fell from the air and piled up with the two dark claws, making two "Boom" sounds.

  "Hmm, hmm..."

  Yang Yu Xi stood in mid-air, holding his gun, the muzzle pointing at the void, slightly panting. This battle had consumed a lot of his energy, all of which was caused by his own reckless use of true power. For someone from the Seventh Heaven, it would be hard to find an opponent for him in the Extreme Dust Boundary.

  He lifted his head, and the pale moonlight spilled onto his face. He gently closed his eyes, and his restless soul slowly calmed down.

  The moonlight is calm, and so are people; the distant battle has nothing to do with him.

  "Whoosh!"

  A silver short sword suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stabbed into Yang Yu Xi's left shoulder, bringing up a string of blood flowers.