Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 183
In about half a minute, the battle ended, and the crowd retreated one after another, leaving corpses all over the ground. Looking around, there were only a dozen or so warriors left, and everyone was more or less hanged. Never dare to act rashly again.

"Hmph, a group of ants, you really don't know how to fight because you want to grab the treasure." The gray-clothed old man snorted coldly. He was also slightly injured, and his real energy was seriously consumed, so he didn't want to continue the fight.

"Hey, isn't that Yang Xuan?" Suddenly, someone shouted and found Yang Xuan here.

Hearing this, a familiar voice came over: "Brother Yang!"

Yang Xuanshun looked at the reputation, and immediately saw an acquaintance, he laughed and said: "Haha, it turns out to be Brother Wang, it's true that we never meet again in life!"

The voice was still there, and with a movement of his body, he unfolded his movements, and in just a few breaths, he came to Wang Chuan's side.

Wang Chuan was not alone either, beside him were Xie Fei, Xu Tian, ​​and two inner disciples of the Liuyun Sect.

"Brother Yang." At this time, Xu Tian and the other two internal disciples of the Liuyun Sect clasped their fists at Yang Xuan, but just as Xie Fei was about to speak, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, his whole body was shaking and his face was pale.

"Uh, brother Xie was injured?" Yang Xuan discovered that Xie Fei suffered serious internal injuries.

"Oh, Xie Fei was slapped by that old man not long ago, and it was thanks to him wearing a protective inner armor, otherwise he would have died." Wang Chuan sighed softly, and stared coldly at the gray man not far away. The old man.

Yang Xuan looked at his words and saw something faintly, and asked: "The old thing snatched your spirit weapon?"

"Well, we found a spiritual weapon not long ago, who knew that the old guy would jump out to snatch it, and then attracted a large group of warriors, and then a scuffle broke out." Wang Chuan said truthfully.

"So that's the case, then I'll help you get it back."

After saying a word, Wang Chuan, Xie Fei, Xu Tian and others were left with faces full of astonishment. Yang Xuan shook his robe, and walked towards the gray-clothed old man calmly.

As the young killer on Xingchen Island, Yang Xuan's every move has attracted much attention. The crowd not far away watched Yang Xuan walk towards the gray-clothed old man with expressions of surprise on their faces.

What is he going to do, is it possible to snatch the spiritual weapon from the old man in gray! ?

Yang Xuan acted as if no one was around, and said as he walked, "Old man, spit out what's not yours, or you won't be able to leave this place alive."

As soon as this remark came out, except for Xia Yuwei who arrived later, Cheng Shaofeng and others who were not surprised, everyone present were stunned. Although Yang Xuan is now in full swing, but after all, he only has the cultivation base of the sixth level of Yuan Condensation Realm. Could it be that he can still deal with the gray-clothed old man?

"Yang Xuan, I know your strength is very strong, but you are too arrogant, right?" The gray-clothed old man's face turned dark, he is also a master of the fourth level of the Myriad Object Realm, but Yang Xuan didn't let himself go in the slightest. in the eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll just ask, will you hand over the spirit weapon?" Yang Xuan said coldly.

Hearing this, the gray-clothed old man was furious, wishing to slap Yang Xuan to death, but thinking of Yang Xuan's identity, he finally forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said through gritted teeth: "Boy, look at the master of the Yan sect. For the sake of this old man, I won’t argue with you today, if you don’t want to die, you can quickly go back.”

"Let me go back, you can throw the spirit weapon in your hand, it belongs to my friend." Yang Xuan said lightly, instead of going back and saying nothing, he strode closer.

"Shame on you, you dare not kill you as an old man?" The old man in gray was furious. He was just a casual cultivator with no background on Xingchen Island. He didn't want to offend Qixuanmen. aggressive.

"Kill me, just try it yourself."

Hearing this, the crowd was shocked, and wondered if Yang Xuan could leapfrog and kill the strong in the Vientiane Realm! ?

"Brother Yang, it's just a spirit weapon. It's gone if you lose it. You don't have to." Wang Chuan said loudly. It's true that Yang Xuan is powerful, but he doesn't think Yang Xuan is the match of the gray-clothed old man.

"Don't worry, it's just an injured old bastard, I can still deal with it." Yang Xuan responded lightly.

"Bastard, you are looking for death." The old man shouted angrily.

"It's you who are looking for death."

Yang Xuan snorted coldly, drew his sword and slashed. Under the urging of the sword intent, a sharp sword energy pierced through the void like a peerless magic weapon, with astonishing power, it slashed towards the gray-clothed old man ten meters away faster than lightning.

Before the sword energy arrived, the gray-clothed old man's eyelids twitched wildly, feeling the threat.

"Break it!" He yelled, ignoring the lack of real energy in his body, he slammed his palm fiercely at the incoming sword energy, and then a huge palm force roared out, the air vibrated like a mountain , hitting the galloping sword energy.

With a puff, the sword energy twisted and shattered, and the palm strength also exploded with a bang, turning into countless turbulent currents. Between the sky and the earth, there was a strong wind and dust.

"How is that possible!?" The gray-clothed old man shouted. Although he was injured and his true energy was seriously consumed, this blow was enough to kill warriors below the Vientiane Realm. Who knew that Yang Xuan's sword energy was so sharp that he could block it? The strength of his palm.

"So strong!"

"Hey, the god of juvenile killing is worthy of being the god of juvenile killing, and he really lives up to his reputation!"

Everyone whispered to each other, talking a lot, looking at Yang Xuan with strong shock, they couldn't imagine how strong Yang Xuan was, and the cultivation base of the sixth level of Yuan Condensation Realm could leapfrog For a master of the fourth level of the Battle of the Myriad Phrases Realm, if his cultivation base is improved, it is not known to what extent his strength will be improved.

"Blood Wing, Extreme Speed, Sword Drawing Technique!"

Yang Xuan didn't intend to give up, taking advantage of the gray-clothed old man's trance, his figure moved, turned into a blood shadow, charged in front of the opponent, and slashed out with a fierce sword.

"So fast!" The gray-clothed old man was shocked. Although he backed away extremely quickly, he was still a little slower. The protective essence in front of his chest was shattered, and the golden light sword in Yang Xuan's hand also drew a deep visible line on his chest. The long and narrow opening of the bone, blood spattered.

"Bastard, how dare you hurt me!?" The old man in gray roared angrily, and his whole body was sent flying by Yang Xuan's sword.

"Injure you, if you don't hand over the spirit weapon, I will take your head." Yang Xuan didn't chase after him, and the blood wings had already been put away. Except for Xia Yuwei and the others, no one present knew that he had it. blood wings.

The gray-clothed old man was furious in his heart, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently. Just as he was about to make a move, he felt a surge of water in his body, and coughed up a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

"It's unbelievable that this old man was hit hard with a sword!" The crowd gasped.

"This, is this true!?" Wang Chuan, Xu Tian, ​​Xie Fei and others couldn't believe it.

"Sword Intent, you, you have comprehended Sword Intent!" Suddenly, the old man in gray yelled, feeling the astonishing and strange power of destructive power in his body, he immediately knew what it was.

"What, he comprehended the sword intent!?" The crowd was in an uproar, looking at Yang Xuan like a ghost. No one thought that Yang Xuan would comprehend the sword intent before he arrived.

"Yes, I did comprehend the sword intent." Yang Xuan nodded, and said domineeringly: "Old man, hand over the spirit weapon, and I will spare your life. Of course, you can also choose to fight me, but you are You are still injured, just now I was hit by the sword again, if you continue the fight to the death, you will definitely die."

The grey-clothed old man's face was cloudy, and after a while, he asked: "Are you serious?" After being hit by Yang Xuan's sword, his inner palace was seriously injured, and he didn't want to fight Yang Xuan to the death.

"How can I say that I, Yang Xuan, am also an inner disciple of the Qixuan Sect. How can I go back on my word when I am under the watchful eyes of everyone?" Yang Xuan snorted coldly.

"Okay, I'll admit it today." The gray-clothed old man gritted his teeth, casually threw a dagger in his hand at Yang Xuan, then turned and left.

Yang Xuan caught the dagger, but didn't rush to chase after him. The opponent is a master of the Vientiane Realm after all, and he definitely has a life-saving killing move. Even if he can kill the opponent in a deadly battle, he will pay a price himself.

"This old thing actually escaped, and actually handed over the spirit weapon." The crowd was stunned, wondering if they had read it wrong.

"It turned out to be a middle-grade spiritual weapon." Yang Xuan looked at the dagger and saw the grade of the sword at a glance. Without thinking too much, he turned back to Wang Chuan and the others, and stuffed the dagger into Wang Chuan's hand.

"Thank you, Brother Yang." Wang Chuan clasped his fists and said, his head was a little dizzy, as if he didn't expect Yang Xuan's strength to be so strong.

"No need to thank you, I want to ask a few questions." Yang Xuan waved his hand.

"Brother Yang, feel free to ask anything you want, we know everything you can say."

"It's nothing, you guys should know Qin Lan from my Seven Profound Sect, right?"

"Of course, Fairy Qin is famous far and wide, how could we not know each other."

"That's good, I don't know how many of you have seen her before?"

Hearing this, Wang Chuan, Xie Fei, and Xu Tian all shook their heads, expressing that they hadn't seen it before, but a plain-looking young man in brocade clothes not far away blurted out: "Brother Yang, I have seen Fairy Qin."

"Oh, where is it?" As soon as the words came out, Yang Xuan came to the other party with a whoosh like a ghost.

"So fast!"

The young man in brocade clothes was startled, took a deep breath to calm down his emotions, and said truthfully: "About half an hour ago, I saw Fairy Qin outside this mountain range, and I happened to see her enter the Misty Mountain Range."

"Thank you."

"Uh, brother Yang is being polite."

"I don't owe you a favor either, I'll give you this low-grade spirit weapon."

While speaking, Yang Xuan took out a low-grade spiritual weapon from the storage ring and gave it to the young man in brocade clothes.

The young man in brocade clothes was startled when he got the spiritual weapon, and then he was overjoyed. After thanking Yang Xuan, he started his movements and left in a hurry.

Seeing this scene, many people's eyes were fiery, and they really wanted to snatch the low-grade spiritual weapon from the young man in Jin Yi, but they were shocked by Yang Xuan's cold eyes, and they didn't dare to go beyond the thunder.

……

After a brief stay, Yang Xuan introduced Xia Yuwei, Liu Yue'er, Zhou Hu, and Cheng Shaofeng to Wang Chuan and the others, and asked them to go together and take care of each other. After that, he went on the road alone and went deep into the Misty Mountains to find Qin Lan.

(End of this chapter)