Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 43 A sword seals the throat

"I said that your strength is too weak, but you don't believe it. Now you know the gap between you and me?" Yang Xuan shrugged, looked down at Tang Ming in front of him, and said mercilessly.

"Ahem, this time I admit it." Tang Ming coughed blood, his face turned paler.

"Seeing that you are a man, my young master will spare you today." Throwing down the words, Yang Xuan turned around and left.

"Hey!"

But he didn't take a few steps, and the sound of a sharp knife piercing the air came from behind him.

"Looking for death." Yang Xuan was furious, stepped on his feet, and quickly hid to the side, just avoiding a saber light.

"What, you avoided them all!?" Tang Ming yelled, with an expression of disbelief.

The crowd couldn't believe it either. Tang Ming suddenly attacked Yang Xuan with a knife just now. They all thought that Yang Xuan was dead. Who knew that Yang Xuan seemed to have eyes behind his back, so he easily dodged away.

"If you beat a snake, you won't die, but you will suffer from it. Thank you for teaching me a lesson."

Yang Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he stared at Tang Ming with killing intent surging all over his body.

He was really angry. He didn't expect that he would go around the other party to survive, but in exchange for the other party's sneak attack. If he hadn't awakened the memory of his previous life and had rich combat experience, he would have become Tang Ming's dead soul.

Feeling Yang Xuan's killing intent, the surrounding crowd felt cold all over, and everyone backed away again and again.

"Little ghost, how dare you fucking kill me?" Tang Ming shouted angrily, his voice was harsh, but his vigor was obviously lacking, he could already see that Yang Xuan really dared to kill himself.

Yang Xuan is indeed going to kill someone. After the sneak attack just now, he will never be merciless from now on, but he must kill all enemies without mercy.

At this moment, he didn't say a word, holding the sword handle at his waist with his right hand, he strode towards Tang Ming.

"You..." Tang Ming was terrified and kept backing away.

"Why, now that I know I'm afraid, where is the vigor when I sneaked up on me just now?"

With a loud shout, Yang Xuan's speed soared, and he came to Tang Ming in a blink of an eye.

"I'll fight with you." Tang Ming went crazy, and chopped with a knife.

"It's over." Yang Xuan snorted coldly, exerted strength with his right arm, and pulled out the golden lightsaber in the iron sheath around his waist.

Click!

A sharp and dazzling sword light flashed, the long knife was broken in two, and Tang Ming's throat was also swept by the tip of the golden light sword.

However, this sword was so fast that even Tang Ming didn't realize it. He stood there in a daze, looked at the broken knife in his hand, and then at the golden lightsaber in Yang Xuan's hand, tremblingly said: "You, The sword in your hand is a treasure!?"

Only a treasure can easily cut off the fine iron long knife in his hand.

Hearing his words, the nearby crowd all turned their gazes to the golden lightsaber in Yang Xuan's hand, with wonderful expressions, some in shock and some in disbelief. They could all see that the golden lightsaber was most likely a treasure. device.

In Luoshui City, treasures are definitely in high demand. Every time a treasure appears in Tianfeng Auction House, the largest auction house in the city, it will attract all parties in the city to fight for it at a high price.

"Yes, it is indeed a treasure, and it is also a middle-grade treasure."

"Medium, middle-grade treasure!"

"Okay, you should almost die." Yang Xuan stopped talking nonsense, flicked his wrist, put the golden light sword back into its sheath, and uttered a cold sentence from his mouth.

"What did you say?" Tang Ming opened his mouth, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his throat. He stretched out his hand and found that his hand was covered with blood.

"You, you..." A face turned pale, and Tang Ming was completely frightened. At the same time, an unusually striking red mark appeared on his throat, and the red mark quickly enlarged and split. A stream of blood spurted out.

"Ah..." He screamed and covered his neck tightly with his hands, but the blood still couldn't stop gushing out.

Soon, a strong sense of suffocation came, his body shook a few times, and he fell unwillingly into a pool of blood.

"Dead!?" The crowd gasped, and someone shivered and said, "He, how did he do it? I, I obviously didn't see him make a move!"

"Have you forgotten the sword he just made?"

"What, you mean that that sword has already killed Tang Ming!?"

"That's right, a sword to seal the throat!"

"This, what kind of sword technique is that, we didn't even see it just now."

"Even Tang Ming didn't see it, how can we see it? That sword is too fast!"

The crowd whispered, and everyone looked at Yang Xuan with horror.

It was so terrifying, no one thought that Yang Xuan's swordsmanship was so terrifying that he could kill Tang Ming with a single strike.

Yang Xuan ignored the crowd around him, and after killing Tang Ming with a sword, he turned around and left, but many people saw him coming, they all gave way in panic, and all regarded him as a monster.

……

Walking all the way towards the gate of the Yang Mansion, Yang Xuan's face was slightly excited. The reason why he was able to kill with a single sword just now was not relying on any basic sword skills, but relying on the secret skill of drawing a sword.

Sword-drawing technique, a heaven-level elementary secret skill, pays attention to drawing the sword to kill, the sword is like a thunderbolt, and the lethality is astonishing.

But the premise is that it must be close, because the sword drawing technique is to compress the vitality and one's own spiritual will into the scabbard, and generate a terrifying explosive force and extreme speed at the moment of drawing the sword, so that one blow can kill.

During the seven or eight days on the boat, apart from practicing Xuanwu Dali Jue and Great Burning Heaven Kungfu, Yang Xuan spent the rest of his time practicing the art of drawing swords.

Relying on his outstanding talent in the way of swordsmanship and the experience of his previous life as the Demon Lord of Shura, Yang Xuan kept drawing out his sword, constantly integrating his vitality and spiritual will into the scabbard, and he was able to master the sword drawing technique in just a few days.

Relying on this technique, as long as he gets close to him, it is enough to instantly kill all Condensed Origin Realm warriors, and even pose a threat to True Astral Realm warriors.

The Yang Mansion is very grand, with layers of stone steps made of white marble outside the gate.

Climb up the stone steps, and you will see a vermilion lacquered gate with a gold plaque of "Yang's Mansion" hanging above the gate.

On both sides of the gate, two stone lions lying on the ground are even more mighty, standing with their heads held high.

In addition, there were several burly men in tight black clothes and swords on their waists guarding the door.

"Stop, who are you? How dare you trespass on the Yang Mansion?"

At this moment, seeing Yang Xuan striding forward with a calm demeanor, a burly man with a scar on his face immediately stepped forward to stop Yang Xuan.

"Why, you don't recognize me after five years?" Yang Xuan frowned.

These big men were all guards recruited by the Yang family. When Yang Xuan was still in the Yang family, his status was not as high as these guards. After all, they all had decent residences, but he and his father Yang Tian could only Live in a remote place overgrown with weeds in the foreign government.

"You are?" The scar-faced man's eyes were sharp, he looked Yang Xuan up and down, after a few seconds, he finally recognized something, and shouted: "You, you are Yang Xuan, that sick child!?"

"Who do you say is a sick child?"

Yang Xuan's face suddenly darkened. Before he returned to the Yang family, he had already decided to make an example of others. Otherwise, the people of the Yang family would really treat him as the old trash, and anyone could step on him.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in a few years. You are a waste of courage. I won't let you enter the house today. Let me see what you can do?" The scar-faced man smiled angrily. His name was Zhou Gang. He has been a guard in the Yang family for seven or eight years. When Yang Xuan was still in the Yang family, he would occasionally humiliate him.

"Haha, what can he do? He has to obediently go through the back door."

"Trash, get lost, you are not qualified to go through the front door."

Several other guards of the Yang family also yelled and scolded, staring at Yang Xuan with contemptuous faces, not paying attention to him, the former young master of the Yang family.

Not to mention them, many lowly servants in the entire Yang family would not pay attention to Yang Xuan.

"A group of dog slaves, you are looking for death." Yang Xuan became angry and exploded on the spot. He raised his hand and slapped him. There was a crisp sound, and Zhou Gang's head tilted from the slap, and several bloody front teeth flew away. Falling, the whole person was staggered backwards by this slap.

"You, you dare to do it!?" When the other Yang family guards saw Zhou Gang being slapped loudly, they all rushed forward angrily and surrounded Yang Xuantuan.

"Don't do anything, let me do it." With a loud shout, Zhou Gang rushed up, staring at Yang Xuan fiercely.

"What, you want to kill me?"

The corners of Yang Xuan's mouth turned up slightly, and there was no fear on his face. After all, Zhou Gang and the other guards of the Yang family in front of him were only at the third or fourth level of the Body Tempering Realm, and he could kill them all with just a few clicks.

"You, you think I dare not?" Zhou Gang was furious.

"Just try it yourself?" Yang Xuan sneered.

"You..." Zhou Gang was furious, and was slapped by Yang Xuan on the spot. He was so ashamed and angry that his lungs almost exploded, and his fists were clenched.

"What are you, you dog slave, even though I am not the young master of the Yang family, I am still a direct descendant of the Yang family, how dare you commit a crime against me?"

Yang Xuan was very domineering and snorted coldly.

"You're courting death." Zhou Gang gritted his teeth, furious to the extreme.

"You are the one who is looking for death. I advise you not to do anything, otherwise I will not blame me for being ruthless and let your blood splatter on the spot." Yang Xuan sneered, a pair of eyes flashed coldly, extremely cold.

Seeing his icy cold gaze, Zhou Gang and several other guards of the Yang family couldn't help but start a cold war. They have already discovered that the waste in front of them is completely different from before. There may be violent murders.

But soon, they all sneered, so what about this trash, no matter how sharp his eyes are?

He is congenitally deficient, born weak and sickly, although he has practiced in Qixuanmen for five years, what realm can he reach?He is doomed to be a sick child for the rest of his life, and he will never even think about raising his head in the Yang family.

"Go away, block my way again, don't blame me for being rude to you." Yang Xuan was in a hurry to see his father, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with these dog slaves in front of him.

However, as soon as he moved his feet, Zhou Gang turned his body sideways, blocking his way again, and said coldly: "It's the same sentence, you can only go through the back door, you trash."

(End of this chapter)