Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 412 Ginger is still old and spicy

"Ah!" The hooked-nosed old man screamed, his body staggered backwards, and he was on the verge of falling.

"Death!" Yang Xuan stepped forward, bullied himself up, punched out extreme strength, and instantly ended his life, beating his head to pieces.

Whoa!

A stream of fresh blood mixed with white brains sprayed out, covering Yang Xuan's body, making him even more terrifying, like a demon god.

On him, the ominous aura spread like a vast ocean.

In an instant, there was silence in all directions, and the world was full of chills. It was so depressing that it almost made people want to go crazy.

The spectators were so heartbroken that they retreated involuntarily. Some people with lower cultivation levels stumbled under their feet and fell to the ground. Their faces were extremely pale, and they felt that their hearts were about to stop beating, and they felt suffocated.

"This is impossible……"

The rest of the ghost sect warriors turned pale in shock, no one expected that Yang Xuantu would kill most of their companions in a flash, and even the elder of the outer sect with the highest cultivation level among them was killed with a single punch.

"Fast back."

At this moment, Changsun Yan exclaimed.

A group of Yin Gui sect warriors came back to their senses, and saw a figure rushing towards them with a monstrous evil spirit, punching out fists all over the sky.

In an instant, one person was hit in the head, and his whole head was blown to pieces like a rotten watermelon, one person was pierced through the chest cavity, and one half of his body was smashed to pieces. Another three people dodged in time, and retreated wildly with the dozen or so people behind them.

"Haha, happy, really happy!"

Yang Xuan shook the air with a long smile, without stopping, he galloped out without dying

But in an instant, he pointed his hands together to form a knife, swung forward horizontally, and chopped off the heads of the two Yin ghost sect warriors. Two streams of blood rushed out, bringing out a large flower of blood, which was gorgeous and bloody.

However, this is just the beginning.

There was another ups and downs, and two more people were killed by his fists, flesh and blood flew around, as if entering a land without people.

"stop."

Changsun Yan roared madly, full of murderous intent, wishing he could tear Yang Xuan apart.

However, his feet were extremely heavy as if filled with lead, and he did not dare to take half a step forward.

Yang Xuan's expression was stern, and he ignored Chang Sun Yan. Wherever his figure passed, there were fists, feet, or shoulders and knees.

Puff puff! ! !
Relying on his strong physical body, any part of his body can be used as a sharp weapon for killing. Killing people is like harvesting wheat. On the stone steps on the mountainside, there are endless screams, and flesh and blood are everywhere.

This kind of scene made people tremble, and even Changsun Yan felt chills, and retreated seven or eight meters involuntarily.

Yang Xuan's figure was running around, his feet didn't touch the ground, he kept punching, and blood spattered. He seemed to be a ruthless killer, walking through the rain of thousands of blood, killing wantonly.

"Devil, you, you devil!"

The remaining seven or eight Yin Guimen warriors completely collapsed, a few of them ran down like crazy, and two of them with lower cultivation base were so frightened that their legs became weak, they fell to their knees and cried, crying: " Forgive me, no, don't kill me..."

Unfortunately, what greeted them was still death, a figure pierced through the air and kicked them to death with two kicks.

"Madman, this kid is a lunatic!" someone whispered.

The other spectators were silent.

Indeed, only a lunatic would be so indifferent to human life.

At this time, everyone was staring at Yang Xuan in a daze, watching him go on a killing spree.

Even the older martial artists of the Fate Realm in the crowd couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts. This is an incomparable and cruel god.

Soon, the one-sided massacre ended, and only three people ran away and retreated to Changsun Yan's side, trembling all over, unable to stand steadily.

"Old guy, you've been dying for a long time, you should have regained some strength." Yang Xuan didn't go after the three of them, and didn't even look at Changsun Yan, turning his head to look at Chen Hanlin in the distance.

In order for this guy to spend more time recovering his physical strength, it is really cruel to watch countless Yin ghost sect warriors die in front of his eyes.

"You bastard who suffered a thousand knives, you slaughtered many disciples of my Yin ghost sect, and the old man wants you to pay with blood!"

With an angry roar, Chen Hanlin suddenly came forward and punched Yang Xuan.

"You are courting death yourself."

Yang Xuan smiled contemptuously, Lightning stretched out his right hand and grabbed his fist.

boom!
Yang Xuan remained motionless with the blow, while Chen Hanlin was shaken all over, a fist was firmly grasped by Yang Xuan, unable to break free.

"Get up!"

There was a wild shout that shook the world, and a scene that shocked everyone appeared. Yang Xuan lifted Chen Hanlin up and smashed it to the ground.

The scene of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy grabbing a strong man of divine power and smashing it to the ground is really shocking.

The crowd was covered in cold sweat, unable to imagine whether Chen Hanlin would survive such a blow.

"You beast, you've been fooled."

At the critical juncture, Chen Hanlin was not afraid to say anything, but instead showed a grim smile on his face that the plot had succeeded.

With a bang, the pores all over his body dilated, and a large stream of white flames gushed out in vain.

"Be careful!" the purgatory boy exclaimed in surprise.

"Get out!"

Yang Xuan's expression changed, and he threw Chen Hanlin flying.

Even so, the arms were inevitably stained with some white flames.

sizzle...

There were bursts of ear-piercing sounds, and his sleeves were turned into ashes on the spot, and the skin on his arms melted and rotted, emitting black smoke.

His physical body was as strong as his, but he couldn't resist the white flames. Even his bones were corroded by the flames and turned red, causing a burst of burning pain.

"Haha, this old man may not be as good as you physically, but this old man still has a martial spirit. How do you feel? The taste of this Nether Ghost Flame should be uncomfortable, right?"

Chen Hanlin laughed out loud, but secretly thought it was a pity.

Originally, he planned to use the Nether Ghost Flame to assassinate Yang Xuan.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan's reaction was too fast, avoiding most of the Nether Ghost Flames.

"Ghost flame, what kind of martial spirit is this!?"

The crowd was all moved. No one thought that Chen Hanlin was so old and cunning that he deliberately let Yang Xuan be captured in order to use the Nether Ghost Flame to attack secretly at close range, and he succeeded, causing Yang Xuan's two arms to be severely injured.

"Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy. You old bastard really taught me a good lesson today."

Yang Xuan's face was calm, as if he couldn't feel the sharp pain from his arms, he looked up at Chen Hanlin, his eyes shone coldly, and said bluntly: "Your Nether Ghost Flame should be a holy-level martial spirit, right? "

"That's right, if it wasn't for a holy martial spirit, I'm afraid it would be difficult to harm your physical body."

Chen Hanlin grinned and nodded, but his heart was awe-inspiring, as if he didn't expect Yang Xuan's will to be so tenacious, even though his arms were corroded by the ghost flames, he didn't cry out.

The crowd was shocked when they found out.

It is impossible to imagine how strong Yang Xuan's will is.

Will, to put it simply, is perseverance, to put it more complicated, it is the heart of martial arts.

Not to mention the talent of a martial artist, his mind and will are often the prerequisites for deciding whether he can go forward bravely on the road of martial arts.

And Yang Xuan, whose arms were corroded by the ghostly ghost flames, was able to remain silent, which showed his strength of will.

Many people stared at him blankly, unable to believe that he was really just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Yang Xuan remained unmoved, only Chen Hanlin was in his eyes.

After the sudden incident just now, he no longer dared to underestimate the powerhouse in the divine power realm. Even if the sea of ​​qi is imprisoned here, a powerhouse in the divine power realm still has a killer move at the bottom of the box, such as Chen Hanlin's Nether Ghost Flame.

This is because he has a strong physical body and has half an immortal body. If he were someone else, he would have been turned into a puddle of corpse water under the ghostly flames.

"What happened on the mountainside!?"

"Go, go up and have a look."

At the foot of the mountain, there was a lot of noise.

At the same time, people came to the mountainside one after another.

"People from the Blood Fiend Sect are here!"

The crowd turned their heads and looked down, and immediately retreated to the sides, making way for a spacious passage.

A group of [-] to [-] blood fiend sect warriors came first, and came to stand still in front of them.

These people included both young and old, and the leader was a middle-aged man in a blood-colored robe.

This person looks about 40 years old, with a thick waist and round arms, bronze skin, thick black hair hanging on his shoulders, full of fierceness from top to bottom, and it is heart-wrenching.

His blade-like eyes swept across the audience, and finally stopped on Chen Hanlin, who was tens of meters away, and said in surprise: "Isn't this Brother Chen from the Yin Guimen? How did you get into such a situation!?"

It's no wonder that he was so surprised, it's because Chen Hanlin's current image is too embarrassing, not to mention his white hair is messy, his clothes are also tattered, and his body is even stained with blood.

"Let brother Pang see the joke, everything is thanks to this little bastard." Chen Hanlin shook his head and sighed softly, but his sharp eyes were fixed on Yang Xuan who was seven or eight meters away.

"This kid is!?"

The middle-aged man Pang Tianyuan turned his head to look at Yang Xuan, but he didn't recognize him for a while, but Zhao Mingyu jumped out behind him, pointed at Yang Xuan's nose and shouted: "Elder Pang, he is Yang Xuan from the Sword God Palace. Many disciples of our Blood Fiend Sect were killed in Xuanshen Mansion."

"Fortunately, you are still a true disciple of the blood evil sect, you can tell nonsense with your eyes open, let alone that the young master has never killed someone from your blood evil sect, so what if you did?"

Yang Xuan laughed back in anger, this Zhao Mingyu looked like a dog, but he was actually a treacherous villain behind his back, he opened his mouth and poured dirty water on his head.

"This guy is really despicable!"

At this moment, many people looked at Zhao Mingyu with deep contempt, because with Yang Xuantian's fearless behavior, if he really killed the blood evil sect, he would definitely admit it frankly.

"It turned out to be Yang Xuan from the Sword God Palace, no wonder it looks familiar."

Pang Tianyuan narrowed his eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Heroes are young, Yang Xuan, your abilities are really not small!"

"It's not that I'm capable, but that Old Man Chen opposite is too weak."

As soon as the words fell, a loud roar came, "Yang Xuan, I didn't expect you to be here. Today, your death is coming."

"I don't know who it is, it's Brother Jin Ming from the Demon God Temple, but do we have any grievances? Why is Brother Jin Ming so angry and wishing to kill me?"

Yang Xuan smiled calmly, his eyes swept over Duan Canghai, Jin Ming and other [-] or [-] warriors from the Demon Temple, and finally settled on the beautiful and graceful Yan Ruyue.

(End of this chapter)