Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 1641 Strong Attack
"This is too strong, an ancient poisonous centipede puppet was killed by him in an instant."

"The rumors are true. This son and the successor of Emperor Yan, Lin Feng, are indeed rare geniuses in this world. It's no wonder that the First Elder wants to make friends with him."

A group of Qingyang Sect disciples were discussing, and they were all shocked. Even Wang Feng, who had always been conceited, couldn't help but widen his eyes at this moment, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing, and with the formidable strength that Yang Xuan showed just now, it is absolutely impossible for him to be his opponent, and he can't even catch the opponent's move.

While the rabbit was up and down, Zhao Tianming was slapped twice, and how many people in the same generation could do it?
But Yang Xuan not only did it easily, but he didn't use any magic power from the beginning to the end, which is shocking and unbelievable.

"Without the Primordial Poisonous Centipede, you have lost your right hand and right arm. How can you fight me?"

Yang Xuan stood in the air, looked at Zhao Tianming with disdain, and said unceremoniously.

"you……"

Zhao Tianming was so angry that he couldn't speak, but Wu Lingyan couldn't help but shouted crisply: "Husband, stop playing, kill this pervert quickly."

This Zhao Tianming is full of evil and has an evil heart. If he is really allowed to live, it will be a great disaster to all women in the world.

"Damn you!"

Zhao Tianming shouted violently, with a ferocious and distorted expression, and even hated Wu Lingyan, only to see him gnashing his teeth and saying: "You bitch, you'd better not fall into my hands, otherwise I will let you try to survive but not die." The taste of not being able to."

"To shut up."

Wu Lingyan scolded coquettishly.

"It's just a dying person, Yan'er has no reason to be angry with him."

Yang Xuandao rushed to Zhao Tianming in one step. Zhao Tianming had been prepared for a long time and was about to make a move when he was imprisoned by a mysterious force. He couldn't move his body for a while.

"What method is this!?"

He screamed, with a look of horror on his face.

Yang Xuan didn't answer, grabbed his neck, brought it up in front of him, and said coldly: "It's too much for a trash-like thing to dare to attack my woman."

"Big, Great Elder, save, save me..."

Zhao Tianming's eyes were protruding, and his mouth was muffled.

Yang Xuan's big hand tightly locked his throat, and he couldn't break free at all. What made him even more frightened and uneasy was that the force from Yang Xuan's hand was too terrifying, as if he could pinch it with a little more force. shattered his throat.

"Junior, let him go!"

Above, Mo Li's ice-cold shout came like thunder.

"Old ghost, your opponent is me."

He Yiming yelled loudly, held the Qingyang sword in his hand, and desperately entangled the old ghost Mo Li, not giving him the slightest chance to get close to Yang Xuan.

"Is Mr. He still able to hold on?" Yang Xuan asked.

"It doesn't matter, with the Qingyang sword in hand, it will not be easy for this guy to kill me."

He Yiming said.

"You still dare to be rampant when you are about to die, let me kill this son, and then I will deal with you, ghosts and purgatory!"

Mo Li let out a cold snort from his nose, and with a big wave of his hand, a spooky picture scroll unfolded like a strange black mist, and He Yiming's whole body was absorbed in it at once, and He Yiming's words came out one after another. An angry roar, it seems that it will be difficult to escape for a while.

"Big elder!"

At this moment, Wang Feng and other Qingyang Sect disciples all changed their faces.

"Don't worry, your Great Elder won't die in a short time."

Yang Xuan said indifferently, while speaking, he did not forget to look at the old ghost Mo Li, squinted his eyes and said: "Your cave magic weapon is also powerful."

"This is the old man's natal magic weapon. Naturally, it is very ordinary magic weapon. In order to refine this picture of ghosts and purgatory, the old man sacrificed millions of immortal monks in the past."

Hearing the old ghost Mo Li's words, many Tianyin Sect disciples didn't think there was anything wrong, but Wang Feng and other Qingyang Sect disciples, or even Wu Lingyan, felt extremely terrified.

Yang Xuan's expression remained the same, and he said mockingly: "Just to refine a mere magic weapon, you old bastard killed millions of monks, you are really cruel."

"Stop talking nonsense, release the old man immediately, as long as you are willing to let him go, the old man can promise to spare your life."

After all, a tyrannical coercion was released from the old ghost Mo Li, and it suppressed Yang Xuan with all his might.

"Haha, don't let me go, do you really want to die?"

Zhao Tianming grinned painfully and crazily. Since the Great Elder of Tianyin Sect made a move, he would be saved.

"If you die, you die first!"

Yang Xuan sneered contemptuously, and suddenly exerted strength in his hands. Zhao Tianming died on the spot without making a sound. Even Yuanshen, who had fled in a hurry, was smashed to pieces with his fingers.

This scene shocked everyone, except for Wu Lingyan, none of them thought that Yang Xuan would kill Zhao Tianming so simply and neatly.

After a brief absence, the eyes of all the monks of the Tianyin sect turned red, and at the same time they felt extremely palpitating.

"Damn it, he actually killed Brother Zhao Tianming!"

"I also ask the Great Elder to kill this son and avenge Senior Brother Zhao."

By killing Zhao Tianming, Yang Xuan was preparing for a war with the Tianyin Sect. In addition, if Yang Xuan didn't die, it would be a great threat to them.

Let me ask, even Zhao Tianming, who had the highest cultivation level, was killed by Yang Xuan with his bare hands. Among them, who can match him?

"Shuzi is courting death!"

The old ghost Mo Li yelled, but he was really angry. He spoke up, and even used coercion. He thought he could subdue Yang Xuan by doing so, so that he wouldn't dare not let him go.

Who would have thought that this kid would be so good, under his powerful coercion, he would still have the strength to kill someone. This is simply a slap in the face, and when the news spreads, it will even embarrass him.

"If you want to kill me, you need to have that ability!"

Yang Xuan pursed his lips, and the man had already rushed out quickly, killing the group of Tianyin sect monks on the opposite side alone.

"stop!"

The old ghost Mo Li was startled and angry, he stretched out a big hand, turned into a huge ghost claw, and grabbed Yang Xuan with lightning.

Yang Xuan was fearless, and with a flicker of his figure, he dodged the blow. At the same time, screams kept ringing out, and before the monks of the Tianyin Sect could resist, they were killed by Yang Xuan like wolves into a flock of sheep. went in.

He shot decisively, mercilessly, and his punches and kicks were full of violent beauty. He killed dozens of people in just one encounter.

This scene also shocked Wang Feng and other disciples of the Qingyang Sect. Facing Mo Li, the old fairy king, Yang Xuan showed no fear, and attacked a group of Tianyin Sect cultivators. .

"Monster, this man is a monster!"

"Go back!"

In panic, the remaining monks of Tianyin Sect scattered like birds and beasts, flying away in all directions like fleeing for their lives.

This is too terrifying, stronger than their Tianyin sect elders, who failed to stop this son in the first place, but let the other party act fiercely in front of them, killing so many of their fellow sects.

(End of this chapter)