God Ring Howl

How could such a person appear? !

There is someone who is so indifferent to life and far surpasses me, Xuanyuanhong? !

Zhao Xiang, he, he, is he really so unimaginably difficult to deal with? !

After puzzlement comes anger!

Sha Jun, that is, Xuanyuan Hong, was in a bad mood.

Now being ignored like a human dog, although I don't care, I can't talk about the slightest happiness in my heart.

Seeing all the subordinates controlled by him with Yixiu San retreat one after another, the anger in his chest burned to the extreme.

Xuanyuan Hong couldn't hold back anymore and yelled——

"Are you all stupid | forced? Kill this bastard in front of me for this deity!"

Like a thunderclap on the ground, the killers who fell into mental confusion and trance suddenly woke up like a dream.

Under the control of the soul under the control of Xuanyuan Hong's practice of stimulating and exercising.

The killers suppressed the shock in their hearts one after another, all howling with knives and pounced on like hungry wolves.

Seen from a distance, Lan Ying is like a small boat trapped in the chaos, which will be sunk by the stormy waves at any time, and there will be no residue left.

"You actually want to challenge Xuanyuan Mansion by yourself? How ignorant and fearless...huh?"

Xuanyuan Hong muttered to himself angrily, the purpose was actually to cover up his gaffe just now.

However, in the next moment, the anger all over his face froze on his face.

His gaze became unbelievable, as if seeing a little rabbit galloping among wolves, unstoppable.

Among the crowd, Zhao Xiang didn't use his body skills to fight with the crowd as Xuanyuanhong expected, but he undid his fists when he saw a fist, and blocked a knife when he met a knife.

There is not even a trace of evasion!

What is surprising and even horrifying is that no matter who it is, the ending is extremely miserable.

As long as they collide with those fists, all of them will end up broken, without exception.

Xuanyuan Hong saw that Zhao Xiang's strikes were as fast as lightning, and he was sure to hit. He never missed a shot.

What's even more frightening is that every killer hit by it is either dead or disabled, and has no power to fight anymore.

No matter how fearless this killer is, even if he is in the perfect state of late emperor level.

There is no hiding, no avoiding, no exceptions.

The big man who sent A Huan away rushed to the front, swinging the ghost knife with great force.

Not only that, but a strange and confusing aura erupted faintly from the ghost-headed sword.

As soon as Zhao Xiang's avatar touched this breath, it immediately condensed a layer of transparent thin cover on the whole body to isolate its corrosive strange power.

This ghost-headed sword has been sacrificed for a long time by countless evil spirits, resentment, and anger.

There is a huge amount of breath in it.

The originally invisible aura has a tendency to solidify because of the huge amount.

Therefore, the big man raised his arm and raised the ghost-headed sword, and a strong evil spirit, murderous spirit, resentment, and anger came out.

Almost at the same time, these breaths condensed into strands of light black mist.

As soon as the fog came out, he rushed towards Zhao Xiang like a hungry wolf and a tiger.

If Zhao Xiang hadn't practiced spells and supernatural powers, and hadn't built a soul altar, he would have been seriously injured if he didn't die.

In this way, the big man can easily detain Zhao Xiang and make great contributions to his master Xuanyuanhong.

In fact, the big man is Xuanyuan Hong's trump card among the many Tsing Yi killers.

Right now Xuanyuan Hong directly controls the big man to play this trump card.

In Xuanyuanhong's view, Zhao Xiang couldn't escape.

Even if he escaped, he would be seriously injured.

The soul is damaged, and it is seriously injured. No matter how strong the supernatural power is, it is difficult to display the seventh or eighth level.

In this way, how could Zhao Xiang, who was seriously injured in his soul, be able to defeat more than a hundred killers in Tsing Yi who specialized in soul supernatural powers?

Does he think Zhao Xiang is the Supreme?Can escape?Can he kill the Tsing Yi killer?

At the moment when Xuanyuan Hong's face revealed a smug expression.

Just when the big man was full of ambition.

At the same time, they saw Zhao Xiang gently shaking, lifting, and twisting again.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Xiang easily avoided the two fists that came almost at the same time.

On the other side, the transparent thin cover outside the body suddenly burst out with blue light, and then bounced a beautiful blue arc.

A large piece of light black mist coming from the Guitou Broadsword in a menacing manner immediately touched the arc.

The muffled sizzling sound was continuous, and the sound was accompanied by a sharp wail.

The light black mist was burned away by the electric arc.

For a moment, Zhao Xiang seems to have stretched out a palm casually, chopping the big man's Adam's apple.

At this time, the right fist was swung out, and it accurately hit another killer in Tsing Yi who was hiding behind the big man and attacked at any time.

click-

The Tsing Yi killer who cooperated with the big man's attack had his arm cut in two.

Turning around like lightning, Zhao Xiang took advantage of the situation and struck again, blasting the No.3 Tsing Yi killer's chest into a concave shape.

In less than a single breath, the three Tsing Yi killers, who were skilled in coordination and fierce in attack, were killed and disabled.

Zhao Xiang has a calm face, and his movements are as calm and natural as flowing clouds and flowing water.

From Xuanyuanhong's point of view, this attack opportunity did not appear to be created, but as if the Tsing Yi killer took the initiative to send his fist.

At that moment, Xuanyuan Hong actually heard the sound of the big man's broken bones being swallowed and piercing his throat.

He actually heard the despairing whine from the depths of the soul of another Tsing Yi killer.

Xuanyuan Hong's heart sank suddenly, and his burly body trembled slightly.

The big man whose soul was controlled by Xuanyuan Hong has never figured out what happened.

Holding the ghost-headed sword in his hand, his face still maintains an expression of wide-eyed anger and complacency.

However, his strong body stood behind Zhao Xiang and became a living shield.

Several machetes of various types that were too late to close their momentum fell down crazily at the same time.

In an instant, the big man was chopped into several pieces abruptly.

Blood rained down, and pieces of flesh and bones scattered in the air.

Zhao Xiang's walking pace was not affected, he still walked forward at a leisurely pace.

He walked very steadily, like an iceberg, but walked very erratically, like a dense shadow.

The steps that Zhao Xiang stepped on actually originated from the lost steps of the Five Sacred Mountains School.

After some improvements, the tracking effect is stronger.

Become more stable, so stable that even the steps will not be confused.

Not only that, but also became more erratic, so erratic that people couldn't catch his figure.

His upper body has been shaking slightly, and he can always avoid crazy attacks from all directions just right.

Then came the pair of palms that appeared from time to time, calm and precise, constantly harvesting one life after another.

It cannot be said that Zhao Xiang was cruel, because all these killers were lost by Xuanyuan Hong and turned into puppets.

That being the case, then all comers will be massacred without hesitation.

Anyway, even if they let them live, he will only act as a puppet for murder like a walking dead.

It would be better to take this opportunity to solve these killing machines and help the just, kind and vulnerable people.

Thoughts arose in Zhao Xiang's heart one after another, and the killers rushing from all directions rushed in more and more urgently.

The brawny men rushed forward one after another without fear of death, and fell down one after another.

Xuanyuanhong saw at a glance that the murderous torrent was becoming smaller and weaker at a speed visible to the naked eye.

An unprecedented chill suddenly rose in his heart, and Xuanyuan Hong directly felt that the hundreds of killers would eventually be wiped out.

Zhao Xiang didn't even bother to look at the Tsing Yi killer in front of him, his indifferent eyes were always cast on Xuanyuan Hong.

The indifference to life exuded by Zhao Xiang made Xuanyuan Hong extremely uncomfortable.

All of a sudden, Xuanyuanhong's soul was filled with chills.

He became more and more convinced that not only could his subordinates not be able to kill Zhao Xiang smoothly, they couldn't even slow him down for a moment.

"Under the strong stimulation of Yi Xiu San, these Tsing Yi killers are all emperor-level puppet killers!"

"They are all controlled by the deity, and they are so vulnerable!"

"Zhao Xiang, is he so powerful?!"

Xuanyuanhong actually knew in his heart that since Zhao Xiang dared to hit the door, he must wait for him.

However, Xuanyuanhong couldn't imagine that Zhao Xiang's hand-to-hand combat ability could be so strong.

Judging by his physical combat strength, he may be comparable to the peak of the late partial god.

No, the peak of Pian Shen in the late stage may be stronger than him, but he can never be so calm.

This is a kind of state, a terrifying aura that can only be shown by comprehending a certain state in the way of fighting and killing——

Behead to kill!

Yes, it is to kill and kill!

Since the puppet killer can't stop its progress at all——

Then, Zhao Xiang's intention of not rushing forward was naturally highlighted.

This idea suddenly emerged from Xuanyuan Hong's mind.

Almost at the same time, Xuanyuan Hong felt a sliver of coldness again which was rare.

This kind of coldness is completely different from before, not only penetrated into the bone marrow, but also made him directly feel a kind of death.

Subconsciously, Xuanyuan Hong actually asked a question that had absolutely nothing to do with the situation in front of him.

"How old is Zhao Xiang?"

The Confucian elder beside him immediately bowed and replied——

"Returning to Wang Zun, according to the analysis of various data obtained, it is less than thirty!"

The ice-cold youth, namely Yang Yi, asked mercilessly——

"Didn't Wang Zun stay in Qing Luo Xing before?"

Xuanyuan Hong immediately gave a jolt, and a chill ran through his whole body.

My God, I, Xuanyuan Hong, the third son of the Xuanyuan family in the Wuji God Realm, am I so afraid of Zhao Xiang? !

Who else knows Zhao Xiang's age better than me, Xuanyuanhong?

The deity actually asked such unnutritious words?

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The fighting or killing in Xuanyuan Mansion in Focheng is still going on.

Zhao Xiang's avatar stepped on the lost track in an orderly and orderly manner.

Pushed towards Xuanyuan Hong by the sound of howls and corpses falling or splitting.

The blue figure exuded an astonishing coldness, making it appear more indifferent and determined.

As time went on, this peaceful killing gradually revealed its terrifying power.

All the killers in Tsing Yi felt how powerful Zhao Xiang was.

There was also an unavoidable smell of cruelty.

Cruelty is always accompanied by fear whenever possible.

Fear essentially means cowardice, and the result of cowardice must be to give in.

Although the killers in Tsing Yi were puppet killers specially trained by Xuanyuan Hong, it is logically impossible for them to feel the word "cruel".

After all, Xuanyuan Hong controlled the minds of these Tsing Yi killers, and Xuanyuan Hong ruled almost everything.

Besides, even if Xuanyuan Hong hadn't controlled their minds right now, they couldn't possibly feel it.

Because they deal with killing every day, how could they think that the word cruelty exists in the world?

It's a pity, how powerful is Zhao Xiang's soul, and how terrifying is the shock of the broken soul bowl to the soul?

Coupled with the powerful supernatural power of Shenhuan, this kind of shock has been increased several times.

Therefore, let alone these puppet killers in Tsing Yi, Xuanyuan Hong was also passively affected.

When he realized this, the arrogance in the Tsing Yi Killer's heart and the courage that Xuanyuan Hong mustered were gone with the wind.

The rest is the infinite magnification of survival, the extreme fear of Zhao Xiang and the infinite panic of the present.

Xuanyuan Hong suddenly howled in fright, he was not reconciled to the decline, he wanted to fight back.