Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 684
In mid-air, fists and feet flew.

Every time it hits, there will be an explosion in the void, with unparalleled power, and it will collapse ten directions.

Under Yang Xuan's berserk attack, Yu Qian was helpless to fight in just a few short breaths. Not to mention the severity of the internal injuries, the external injuries alone made him grin his teeth in pain and sweat all over his head.

"boom!"

After sixteen moves, he was no longer able to resist, and fell to the ground with Yang Xuan's slap covering his head and face, coughing up blood.

"Yu Qian lost, but he lost so quickly and so badly!"

Everyone was shocked.

Before the war, no one would have thought that Yu Qian would be defeated, but the scene in front of them was definitely not illusory, so they had to believe it.

"How could this be, how could this be, I am a master at the eighth level of the Divine Power Realm!"

Yu Qian disheveled and yelled, he couldn't accept this result.

"Run away, as long as you can escape my next blow, I will spare you."

Yang Xuan lowered his head slightly, looking down at Yu Qian from a high position, his eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

Yu Qian and Yang Xuan looked at each other, and their hearts trembled.

He understood that he was really defeated, he was not Yang Xuan's opponent at all, and he would definitely die if he stayed.

Without even thinking about it, he stood up, and regardless of the seriousness of his injuries, he mobilized all the remaining divine power, and used the strongest body secret technique to gallop away.

However, before he could escape far, a terrifying aura descended, making him fall from mid-air to the ground as if struck by lightning, unable to get up again.

"How is this going?"

The crowd was stunned, they didn't feel any momentum, but they were still shocked when they saw Yu Qian suddenly fell to the ground.

"You, you have comprehended the mysteries of the sword!"

As expected of an elder in the Divine Power Realm, Yu Qian soon knew what this aura was, and for a while he couldn't even speak, his old face was full of despair.

Not to mention the tyranny of the physical body, but he has also comprehended the profound meaning of the Supreme Sword Dao. Does this still make people live?

"die!"

Yang Xuan raised his right hand, together with his index finger and middle finger, he swiped vigorously.

Clang!
A golden sword energy burst out, at first it was only about half an inch in size, but it swelled in the wind, and suddenly became several meters in size, the whole body was shining brightly, but no breath leaked out.

"This is!?"

Yu Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and it was too late to dodge, so he could only fight with his fists.

However, all was in vain.

The several-meter-long golden sword energy continued unabated, obliterating his entire body invisibly.

Without a single drop of blood blooming, an elder powerhouse at the eighth level of the Divine Power Realm just disappeared.

This is God-Puting Sword Qi, and its destructive power can be called heaven-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods. This is due to Yang Xuan's suppression, and he didn't mobilize too much Sun Yuan, otherwise it would not be difficult to kill the Half-Step Supreme.

"Come on!"

Not far away, the crowd dispersed in a rush, and everyone used their skills to press the bottom of the box, and quickly spread out their movements and fled desperately.

"kill!"

Yang Xuan used the free step, one step kills one, and nine steps out, nine people died tragically, they were killed by his fists and feet, and none of them was completely dead.

"Monster, this kid is a monster!"

Although the remaining five people were not dead, they were all scared to death, and they escaped faster, wishing they could have two more legs.

Yang Xuan didn't bother to chase after him, he flicked his fingers repeatedly, five golden fingers pierced the sky like five sharp weapons of magic weapons, and shot and killed five people one by one.

……

In the depths of the ruins, Yang Xuan's sleeves were fluttering, walking alone, all the way to the land of storms.

Regardless of whether the place of the storm is the burial place of Lord Fengshen, since he encountered it, he must go there to find out. Maybe he can use the law of wind to improve his artistic conception of wind, and even comprehend the profound meaning of wind.

If he can comprehend the profound meaning of the wind, his speed will become faster and his strength will also increase.

If he really met Yan Luo, the Demon Emperor, even without the help of the Purgatory Boy, he still has the strength to fight Yan Luo.

Stepping down freely, Yang Xuan's speed was extremely fast, he could cover tens of feet in one step, but within a cup of tea, he had traveled thousands of miles, and he was about to reach his destination.

"Boom boom-"

At this moment, the earth shook and the sound was like thunder.

At the end of the distant horizon, a huge mushroom cloud suddenly rose up, and a large amount of brilliance was mixed with it, and the energy fluctuations were astonishing.

"The people of the Wei family listen carefully, and quickly hand over the supernatural power jade slip, otherwise they will never leave this place alive today."

"You bastards, my Wei Family Supreme is in these ruins, aren't you afraid of getting burned?"

"Haha, in order to obtain the supernatural power inherited from the ancient great emperor, even if you offend your Wei family's supreme, don't delay, you young master of the Wei family, and hand over the supernatural power jade slip if you don't want to die."

"Qingshu go, the old man and others stop them."

After a while of commotion, the deafening sound reappeared, needless to say, everyone knew that a scuffle had taken place.

One party was from the Wei family, and Wei Qingshu, the young master of the Wei family, was also there.

"Supernatural Jade Slips? Inherited magical powers from the ancient emperor?"

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, and his eyes sparkled with brilliance. He didn't care about the life and death of Wei Qingshu, a hypocrite, but he was very interested in the supernatural power jade slip.

In his opinion, the ancient great emperor's inherited supernatural power must be in the supernatural power jade slip, but he doesn't know what kind of shocking supernatural power is recorded in the jade slip.

"Treasures are for those who can, and I have to get them if I have the chance."

As the saying goes, too much skill does not overwhelm one's body, not to mention the inheritance of magical powers left by the ancient emperor, Yang Xuan would be deceiving himself and others if he said that he was not moved.

Swish!
With a movement of his figure, he unfolded his leisurely steps, and he rushed over without making a sound.

Not too far away, within three breaths of time, he came to a devastated area.

Here, the smell of blood lingers, and the corpses of warriors can be seen everywhere, there are hundreds of them, which shows how fierce the battle is.

These people survived the explosion of the tide of reincarnation, and naturally none of them were weak, but now they are dead on the spot with no breath, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

But in a place hundreds of feet away, the scuffle was not over yet, amidst the dust, a group of dozens of people shouted to kill the sky, and the fierce battle was in full swing.

One party was the Wei family warriors, there were a total of twenty or so people, their cultivation ranged from the sixth level of the Fate Realm to the peak of the Divine Power Realm, and the leader was Wei Qingshan whom Yang Xuan had seen before.

In addition, Wei Qingshu and his cousin Wei Qingfeng were also among them.

Not to mention Wei Qingshu, as the young master of the Wei family and a well-known young leader in the central region, his strength is naturally not blown out. He swept across all directions with his sword, and easily forced several surrounding enemies back.

As for Wei Qingfeng, this guy deserves to be a scumbag prodded by elixir. It seems that his cultivation base is not low, but he is a standard five scum, and his strength is not as good as that of a warrior at the peak of the Fate Realm.

If it weren't for a few Wei family warriors who risked their lives to protect him, he would have died long ago.

There were about forty people who fought against the Wei family warriors. Although their overall cultivation was not as good as the Wei family warriors, there was a warrior from the ancient demon clan among them.

It was a strong man, about thirty years old, wearing an animal fur coat, his body was like a tiger and leopard, his appearance was rough and fierce, and he had the cultivation base of the eighth level of divine power.

On his exposed skin, black magic lines like earthworms shone with a cold brilliance.

While moving around, he smashed randomly with a mace thicker than an adult's thigh, each blow was full of explosive power, and Wei Qingshan retreated steadily, his face pale.

Speaking of which, Wei Qingshan's cultivation base is much higher than that of a strong man, but he is still no match for a strong man. He can persist until now because of the various unique skills of the Wei family.

But no matter how many unique skills there are, there will be a time to exhaust them, not to mention that any unique skills are extremely exhausting.

If this trend continues, within half a minute, Wei Qingshan will be beaten to pieces by the mace in his hand under the fierce attack of the strong man.

Wei Qingshan also seemed to understand this point, so he only used his own secret skills to fight against the strong man.

"what!"

Suddenly, there was a scream, but it was a Wei family warrior who fell in a pool of blood and was beaten to death by several hostile warriors.

This means two fists are hard to beat with four hands. Although Wei family warriors have a relatively high level of cultivation overall, they can't rely on a large number of people.

In the case of more fights and less, unless the difference in cultivation base is too great, it is difficult to have a chance of winning.

Soon, three more Wei family warriors died tragically, plus the previous one, four Wei family warriors died in a few seconds.

Among the four, the one with the highest level of cultivation has just entered the Divine Power Realm, and they are all people who protect Wei Qingfeng. After the death of the four of them, Wei Qingfeng immediately fell into the encirclement of the enemy.

This immediately frightened him, and he didn't care about his face, so he hurriedly shouted at Wei Qingshu who was not far away: "Cousin, save me!"

"What a waste!"

Wei Qingshu cursed secretly, but he had no choice but to rescue him.

He used his body skills to get rid of the two powerful enemies around him, and then rushed over with his sword, killing the few people who were attacking Wei Qingfeng.

At the same time, the battle between Wei Qingshan and the strong man came to an end.

Wei Qingshan couldn't dodge in time, and was sent flying by the mace in the strong man's hand.

Even though he had divine power to protect his body, he also vomited three liters of blood after being hit, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Elder!"

Wei Qingshu lost his voice.

Wei Qingfeng and all the Wei family warriors also changed color.

As the elder of the Wei family, Wei Qingshan is the strongest among them, if even Wei Qingshan dies, all of them will die here.

"Qingshu, let's go."

Wei Qingshan was also hard-headed, his whole body's aura was soaring, he didn't care about the wounds, he swung his sword and fought with the strong man, almost every blow was a killer move, suppressing the strong man for a while.

Of course, this is just an appearance.

From Yang Xuan's point of view, Wei Qingshan is already a strong outsider, and he will die here in a short time.

Wei Qingshu also understood this point, without the slightest hesitation, holding a sharp sword in one hand, and grabbing the pale and shivering Wei Qingfeng with the other, he went away at a high speed like twisting a chicken.

"You guys go too."

Seeing Wei Qingshu fleeing away with Wei Qingfeng, Wei Qingshan shouted again, while speaking, his offensive did not stop, one sword after another, madly attacking the strong man.

(End of this chapter)