Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 1627
"Two moves to kill me, you are too arrogant, do you really think that the prince is made of mud?"

Long Xuan's eyes spewed fire, his expression was extremely ferocious, and his powerful mana was released, turning into countless dragon-shaped pillars of air, whirling around his body.

The dragon-shaped pillars of air are mighty and domineering, majestic, brilliant and blazing, making people feel startled and extremely shocked. At this moment, Long Xuan is like a dragon god emperor, invincible.

"This is the untold secret of the Dragon Family of the Tianlong Dynasty... the real dragon god?!"

Someone seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but exclaimed. In the Tianlong Dynasty's library hall, there have always been many immortal skills, and among them, the real dragon god is the most tyrannical.

Ordinary Tianlong Dynasty monks can't even watch it, let alone practice.

According to legend, once every prince of the dragon family has practiced this supernatural power, he has to hunt and kill dragon beasts everywhere, and refine the essence of various powerful dragon beasts into his own mana.

Only in this way can one become a real dragon god.

"My Long Family's True Dragon God Gang can attack and defend, and is known for its strong defense. What's the harm in receiving your blow?"

Long Xuan yelled, his True Dragon God Gang had already been practiced to a great extent, and ninety-nine and 81 body-protecting Dragon Qi entangled and protected him, which made him invincible innately.

"In my eyes, you are really a piece of mud. What a shitty prince, even if you have many dragon auras to protect your body, in the face of absolute power, all of them will be reduced to nothing."

Yang Xuan opened his mouth lightly, his white clothes were dusty, his long hair was flying, and he slashed down with a big hand, without any fluctuation of mana, but the speed was extremely fast.

"Unbelievable!"

Seeing Yang Xuan repeatedly humiliating himself, and in the end he didn't even use mana, Long Xuan was furious and said angrily, "Go to hell!"

The voice was still there, both feet stomped on the ground, and the dragon-shaped pillars of air rushed up one after another, piercing through the sky and the earth like a big dragon, and soon there was no match for Yang Xuan's falling palm. Fancy bumps together.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

There was no earth-shattering sound, only a series of muffled sounds, and all the dragon-shaped pillars of air, like paper, crumbled and disappeared inch by inch.

"This is impossible!"

Long Xuan yelled, he couldn't believe it was real, even an ordinary immortal saint wouldn't dare to say that he could break through this type of dragon energy burst, but now he was smashed by Yang Xuan's palm smash.

"I forgot to tell you, I am a body trainer, and all my strength is in the palms of these hands."

Yang Xuan sneered, and after a pause, he swooped down again and slapped Long Xuan Tianling with his palm.

"Master, save me!"

Long Xuan shouted loudly, he had consumed a lot of mana when he used the Dragon God's Hand, he was powerless to resist, so he could only turn to Jiumokong for help, and there was only Jiumokong present, who could save his life in time.

"Stop, this duel, my apprentice admits defeat."

Jiumokong shouted angrily, Long Xuan is not only his closed disciple, but also the ninth son of Emperor Wuji, with a respected status and a bright future, he must not die here.

"It's a life-and-death battle. If you don't die, how can you admit defeat?"

Yang Xuan said coldly.

"Shuzi is courting death!"

Jiumokong was furious, and a terrifying coercion poured out like a river tide, suppressing Yang Xuan with all his might.

From Jiumokong's point of view, Yang Xuan is nothing more than an immortal monarch, he doesn't even have the cultivation base of the Immortal Saint Realm, once his coercion comes out, he can be imprisoned in one fell swoop, and Yang Xuan can't possibly hurt Long Xuan again a cent.

"Hmph, so what about the high-ranking Immortal King, it can't stop me, Yang Xuan, from killing people."

Yang Xuan snorted coldly, the force of the palm remained undiminished, as if it hadn't been affected in the slightest, just a little coercion from the Immortal King, it fell on him like nothing, no different from scratching the tickle.

"No, you can't kill me!"

Long Xuan's scalp was numb, and he felt the approach of death. He wanted to dodge, but was frozen by a mysterious force, and could only watch Yang Xuan's palm pressing down.

"die!"

With Yang Xuan's murderous intentions, he had no intention of giving up. His palm directly pierced the air. Before Long Xuan could utter a scream, he became pieces of meat all over the ground. Even Yuanshen was caught by Yang Xuan's bare hands. Get up, use the technique of searching soul and destroying memory, and then crush it severely.

"died!"

"This lunatic, he actually dared to violently kill someone!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and all of them broke out in a cold sweat. That was the Ninth Prince of the Tianlong Dynasty, the son of Emperor Wuji, and now he was slapped to death with a single slap.

The most shocking thing is that the power contained in Yang Xuan's palm, that power is clearly pure physical power, so terrifying to the extreme, even the immortal saint can't stop him from hitting with all his strength.

At this moment, the scene was full of noise, and everyone who had nothing to do with it felt terrified, but several armored immortal saints from the Tianlong Dynasty fell into rage after witnessing the tragic death of Long Xuan.

When Long Xuan died, he died right in front of their eyes. They were unfavorable escorts, and it was hard to absolve themselves of the blame. Once Emperor Wuji came out from the depths of the ruins, his anger would first burn on them.

"Kill my apprentice, the old man wants you to pay for it!"

Jiumokong looked up to the sky and screamed, his eyes were extremely red, and he also fell into madness.

Emperor Wuji entrusted Long Xuan to take care of him. Although his master did his best, he failed to protect his son Long Xuan, and Emperor Wuji would never forgive him lightly afterwards.

"If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

Yang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes.

"This son will be dealt with by the old man, you guys, go and take that girl down immediately."

Jiumokong turned his gaze, and gave an order to the armor-clothed immortal saints behind him, and they stepped up from the ground, and killed Yang Xuan straightly.

"Go!"

Several immortal saints in armor had no time to think about it, and they unfolded their movements one after another, and rushed towards Wu Lingyan as fast as they could. Wu Lingyan and Yang Xuan were very close, and they were her Taoist companion at first glance. If she could be captured, It can make Yang Xuan cast a rat-fighting weapon.

"Just relying on you, you dare to touch my woman!"

Yang Xuan shouted, his eyes opened and closed, full of murderous intent, overwhelming.

Wu Lingyan is his back-liner, whoever dares to attack Wu Lingyan must be prepared to bear his wrath.

"Zhuzi, your opponent is me!"

Jiumo Kong yelled violently, coming very fast, in an instant, he came in front of Yang Xuan.

"roll!"

Unmoved, Yang Xuan threw out a punch, and secretly mobilized the power to devour the heavens. Jiumokong's protective mana, which bore the brunt of the blow, shattered into pieces. He received the punch forcefully, and flew out on the spot. .

puff!
Jiumokong was shaken all over his body, spurting blood, and as he was flying back, his face was filled with unbelievable horror, as if he had never thought that he would be stronger than himself, and he would not be able to withstand Yang Xuan's blow.

All of this happened during lightning, and when the armored immortal saints of me came back to our senses, we saw a figure roaring towards them at a ghostly speed.

"It's your turn, all die for me!"

Yang Xuan made a real fire, and he mercilessly struck. He swept out his palm like an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. Before the armored immortals could react, they were afraid of being shattered by his palm, and instantly disappeared. .

(End of this chapter)