Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 648 Friends are in trouble
"I repeat, I don't know what Excalibur is."

Ye Feiyang frowned, and casually threw the long sword in his hand in front of the man in black, and said coldly: "This is my saber, a high-grade spiritual sword made of profound crystals, you have to take it."

"It's ridiculous. A high-grade spirit sword wants to send me away. Do you think I, Zuo Siming, are a beggar?"

The man in black laughed angrily. As the young master of the Zuo family, he didn't know how many high-grade spirit swords he had worn out over the years, so how could he possibly look up to Ye Feiyang's saber? What he wanted was Ye Feiyang's sword. Flying Excalibur.

"Since you don't want it, then I have nothing to say."

Ye Feiyang's face turned cold. He did find an Excalibur, but Excalibur is a rare thing in the ancient continent, so how could he give it away.

"Young master, I'll kill him and get his storage ring. The divine sword must be in his storage ring."

"Go."

"Yes, my lord."

A strong figure, dressed as a guard, and a hooked-nosed young man with a cultivation base of the eighth level of death, stepped out, and approached Ye Feiyang while saying sadly: "Boy, your cultivation base is too low. The Excalibur will die sooner or later, so it's better to hand it over obediently."

"What if I refuse to hand it in?"

Ye Feiyang's expression remained unchanged, as long as Zuo Siming, who had the highest cultivation base, did not make a move, he would not be afraid of others.

"If you refuse to pay, you will die."

The hook-nosed young man grinned.

"So, let's fight."

Ye Feiyang stopped talking nonsense, his waist and hips sank, and his whole body was ready to go.

Even though he knew that the other party had a lot of people and it was difficult for him to contend, he never gave in.

"No tears without seeing the coffin."

The hooked-nosed young man snorted coldly, and wanted to kill someone.

With his cultivation base, he didn't take Ye Feiyang seriously at all. He only needed one blow, and he was confident to kill Ye Feiyang.

"kill!"

Ye Feiyang yelled, chose to strike first, and lunged forward.

"court death."

The hooked-nosed young man became furious and hit him with a fist.

Ye Feiyang was fearless and also punched.

When the two fists collided, Ye Feiyang stood still, but the young man with the hooked nose couldn't resist and was knocked back a few steps.

Based on this alone, the judgment is judged.

"Waste, what a useless waste."

Zuo Siming cursed.

"Young master, calm down, this subordinate was careless just now, so let's go and take him down."

The hooked-nosed young man was terrified and angry at the same time. He stomped his feet on the ground, and amidst the dust, his whole body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Ye Feiyang.

Whoa!

Suddenly, an ear-piercing sound of piercing through the air came, and a figure quickly fell from a high altitude.

In an instant, the earth trembled and air waves swept over. Everyone suddenly found a slender and handsome young man in white clothes in the field.

He clasped the throat of the hooked-nosed young man with his right hand, raised it high, and slammed it on the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground was cracked, sand and rocks were flying, and the hooked-nosed young man was smashed to pieces on the spot, blood dripping all over his body, his life seemed to be half lost, and he was dying.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and Ye Feiyang, who was closest to the young man in white, was already dazed.

He was already ready to fight to the death, but a person descended from the sky, captured the hooked-nosed young man with a thunderous force, and smashed him to the ground.

"you are?"

Ye Feiyang's face was blank, he didn't know who this strange young man in white was, and why he wanted to save himself.

"We'll talk about this later."

The young man in white was naturally Yang Xuan. He waved his hand and stepped heavily on the chest of the hooked-nosed young man.

"Ah, forgive me!"

The hooked-nosed youth screamed, begging for mercy in pain.

He is also a ruthless stubble who kills without blinking an eye. He never thought that he would be treated like this, and the fear in his heart reached an unbearable level.

"boom!"

Yang Xuan didn't speak, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, and the violent power erupted, trampling the hooked-nosed youth to pieces, his flesh and blood flying around.

"Gollum!"

All around, except for Zuo Siming, everyone gulped their saliva.

Looking at the companions who were trampled into a pile of rotten flesh by Yang Xuan, they all ignored Yang Xuan's cultivation and regarded him as a demon.

"So cruel!"

Ye Feiyang's heart trembled. It's not that he hasn't killed people before, but he still can't kill enemies like Yang Xuan.

"Dare to kill my guard, you are really courageous."

Zuo Siming came back to his senses, his face became extremely ferocious, but there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes.

Although Yang Xuan's cultivation level is not high, just because he can easily kill the young man with the hooked nose, his strength is extraordinary.

"You dare to touch my friend, you are not small."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Feiyang finally heard something, his face was full of shock, "You, you are!?"

"Hehe, it's me. I haven't seen you for a long time. Brother Ye's cultivation is progressing rapidly."

Yang Xuan said with a smile.

"Everything depends on the help of Gu Zhu, otherwise, no matter how hard I practice, it will be difficult to achieve what I am today."

Ye Feiyang smiled wryly.

"So you really know each other."

Zuo Siming looked at Ye Feiyang, then at Yang Xuan, with a gloomy face, and waved his hand to signal a group of more than a dozen guards to gather around him.

"Are you afraid?"

Yang Xuan said with a smile that was not a smile, and strode towards Zuo Siming.

"It's ridiculous, how can I, Zuo Siming, a strong man in the fifth level of the divine power realm, be afraid of you?"

Even so, Zuo Siming felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and did not dare to act rashly.

Yang Xuan kept walking, and said lightly: "Before I make a move, roll as far as you can."

"What did you say?"

Zuo Siming was furious.

"Is your ear not working well? I'll let you go."

Yang Xuan said coldly.

"Too arrogant."

"Young master, if we go together, I don't believe we can't deal with this arrogant kid."

Zuo Siming's guards were all angry, their eyes were red, and their murderous aura soared into the sky.

"die!"

Yang Xuan didn't say a word, he swung his fist and punched, a golden punch with a size of several meters pierced through the air, blasting it with boundless heat waves.

"Get out of the way!"

Zuo Siming's expression changed in shock, and he hurriedly moved away.

The others reacted and all dodged to the sides.

However, there were still a few people who were a little slower, and were torn apart by the force of the fist, with blood and flesh spattering.

"This is impossible!"

Those who were still alive were all terrified.

Even Zuo Siming was moved by it, he felt cold all over his body, and he retreated and shouted: "Who are you?"

"kill!"

This was Yang Xuan's answer. He moved his footsteps and charged forward like a cannonball fired, heading towards Zuo Siming in a straight line.

"Too deceiving."

Zuo Siming was out of anger, and immediately swung his sword to fight Yang Xuan.

Unfortunately, compared with Yang Xuan's swordsmanship, his swordsmanship is far behind, and he fell into a disadvantage in the first fight.

Yang Xuan pressed hard at every step, with a strong figure, he attacked with three swords in a row, and easily defeated Zuo Siming, vomiting blood.

"Little Lord!"

Zuo Siming's guards all changed their colors and joined in with their weapons, attacking Yang Xuan together.

"kill!"

Yang Xuan didn't dodge or dodge, the killing sound shook the sky, a sword urged golden sword energy, beheaded more than a dozen people in the middle, blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

"How can your strength be so terrifying!"

Zuo Siming was shocked by this scene. It would be fine if Yang Xuan was a strong man in the Divine Power Realm, but he obviously only had the cultivation base of the peak Guiyi Realm.

A martial artist at the peak of Guiyi Realm can instantly kill all his guards with a single sword. What a terrifying strength this is.

"now you!"

Yang Xuan glanced at Zuo Siming lightly, and rushed forward with his sword.

Zuo Siming was terrified, and hurriedly swung his sword to resist. With a bang, he was sent flying with the sword, and blood flew from the corner of his mouth.

Yang Xuan's strength is too great, plus he has comprehended the half-step profound meaning of the sword and fire, it is difficult for warriors below the Supreme to compete with him.

Ding Ding Deng! ! !
After landing on the ground, Zuo Siming took several steps back, his face full of disbelief.

One must know that Yang Xuan's cultivation base was much lower than his by a big realm, but now he was injured by Yang Xuan.

How could such a person be unknown?

It's just that he was thinking about it, and he didn't know when such a monster appeared on their ancient continent.

"It's only been two months since I saw him. Has he become so powerful?"

Ye Feiyang was shocked.

"Do you only have this strength?"

Yang Xuan smiled bluntly, looking at Zuo Siming with deep disdain.

"Boy, I remember you, see you next time, and I will crush you to ashes."

After leaving a harsh word, Zuo Siming turned around and fled.

"It's too late to go."

Yang Xuan called out the inner magic mirror, a magic light shot out from the mirror, and sank into Zuo Siming's body with a puff.

thump!
Zuo Siming was shaken all over, and fell limp to the ground, holding his head and screaming.

"what happened?"

Ye Feiyang was dumbfounded, and soon, his eyes fell on the inner demon mirror suspended in front of Yang Xuan.

About the size of a palm, the whole body is pitch black, flickering with a palpitating light, like a magic mirror that is breathtaking.

"Nice stuff!"

Yang Xuan smiled indifferently, put away the inner demon mirror, and then stepped in front of Zuo Siming, nailing him to the ground with a sword.

The magic light hit by the heart demon mirror was devoured by thousands of heart demons. Even if Yang Xuan didn't do it, Zuo Siming could hardly survive.

"Amazing!"

Ye Feiyang clicked his tongue secretly. Before coming to the ancient domain, he had heard about Yang Xuan's various deeds in the past month, and he knew that Yang Xuan's strength had been greatly improved.

But after actually seeing Yang Xuan, he realized that Yang Xuan is not what it used to be.

At least more than a month ago, Yang Xuan had to use a divine sword to kill someone in the divine power realm.

But now, Yang Xuan has never even used the divine sword, and he can kill Zuo Siming, a young genius at the fifth level of the divine power realm, like Zuo Siming with just a magic mirror.

Swish swish! ! !
Yang Xuan freed his left hand, and took the storage ring of Zuo Siming and others into his hand.

"Thank you Brother Yang."

Ye Feiyang came quickly and said gratefully.

If Yang Xuan didn't slow down today, his life would be in danger.

"Brother Ye, you are being polite. You and I are friends. If a friend is in trouble, how can I stand by and watch?"

Yang Xuan smiled, and asked about the recent situation of Xiayun Mist Valley.

(End of this chapter)