Eternal Demon King

"Destroy me!"

Yang Xuan's black hair was flying, his demonic energy surged into the sky, and the purgatory sword in his hand slashed his fists fiercely, causing monstrous waves.

Rao is far away, and everyone watching the battle is still trembling with fear, such a terrible young man, such a terrible sword.

This peerless sharp sword, if it falls on them, how many people can take it?

Being in the center of the storm, Yang Xuan was also extremely uncomfortable. He flew out like a kite with a broken string, and spurted a mouthful of red blood in the air.

With one punch, Yang Xuan, who was struggling to resist, stained the sky with blood, and the strength of Wei Yuntian, the king of Wei, was evident.

Although there is still some distance from the real emperor, a half-step emperor is a half-step emperor after all, which is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary warriors.

But what about this?

Yang Xuan, who was in a state of enchantment, was confident and courageous, and dared to compete with a half-step emperor.

What is the devil?

Lawlessness is a devil, taking people's lives, and fearing everything is also a devil.

Demons have represented killing since ancient times. Once they fight with people, they will never die.

It is true that Yang Xuanxiu is far inferior to Wei Yuntian, but don't forget that he is not an ordinary boy.

In terms of power, the Heavenly Demon Martial Spirit is not inferior to the Samsara Martial Spirit. The combination of the two can make Yang Xuan's strength soar and kill the enemy by leaps and bounds.

Not just a half-step emperor, even if it is a real emperor, Yang Xuan dares to fight for his life.

"It's not dead!?"

"The Demon Race is indeed a tyrannical race, and the body is too perverted!"

At this moment, many people were shocked to the point of incomparable, no one thought that Yang Xuan could block the powerful blow of Wei Yuntian, the king of Wei, with one sword.

Although Yang Xuan also suffered a lot of injuries because of this, he finally achieved what others couldn't, and was worthy of admiration.

How can I ask, there is another young man in the world who can stop a half-step emperor's blow?

"Impossible, King Wei is a half-step emperor, and he couldn't kill him."

"How did he do it? Could it be that the demons still have the body of immortality?"

"Okay, don't make a fuss, this son is injured after all, let him have three heads and six arms, and then he will surely die."

After a brief period of shock and confusion, everyone in the Prince Wei Mansion quickly calmed down under Qi Mingxuan's comfort.

As Qi Mingxuan said, Yang Xuan is now seriously injured, and an injured person, let alone compete with King Wei.

Yang Xuan looked up at Wei Yuntian as if there was no one beside him, and said lightly, "Half-step emperor, that's all."

An understatement, full of sarcasm.

Wei Yun's weather was not light, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I didn't expect your strength to be so strong, but the stronger your strength, the more this king can't keep you, today, you are destined to die, who is here? It can't save you either."

After that, he swooped down directly above and instantly killed Yang Xuan.

Taking advantage of his illness, Wei Yuntian unleashed his fists and feet, and did not give Yang Xuan any time to breathe.

Obviously, Wei Yuntian has already moved the real fire, and the emperor has been provoked and humiliated repeatedly by a young man. If he cannot be executed, he will surely become the laughing stock of the world.

Wei Yuntian is famous, but he doesn't want to be stained. No matter what Yang Xuan's background is, since he came to the Lost City, don't even think about going out from here.

The Lost City, eternal and eternal, has always been a prison. Although he doesn't think Yang Xuan can get out, Wei Yuntian will not give him the slightest chance.

Boom!

The world shook, Wei Yuntian's every move was full of fierce killing intent, and he wanted to kill Yang Xuan with absolute power.

"open!"

Yang Xuan despised it in his mouth, but he did not dare to underestimate it in his heart. Between dodging and dodging, black light surged behind him, and twelve black wings appeared.

At this moment, his momentum skyrocketed and he dominated the world. Twelve black wings flapped, covering the sky and the sun.

Under the pressure of the terrifying momentum, Xu Yang, Yue Wuyin, Ziyi Hou, Jian Wuming, and Fairy Yuechan all felt heavy pressure and couldn't help but step back.

Others, such as those warriors in the Lost City, or the people of the Wei Palace, felt extremely uncomfortable, as if it became very difficult to even breathe.

what is this! ?

When did the demons become so terrifying, they were able to give birth to so many demon wings.

The magic wing is the symbol of the devil.

The more magic wings, the purer the bloodline, but it is unheard of for twelve magic wings to appear together.

"Twelve-winged demon, you actually have the blood of the royal family flowing in your body!"

Wei Yuntian was moved. He originally thought that Yang Xuan was an ordinary demon, but with the appearance of Yang Xuan's twelve black wings, he knew the true origin of Yang Xuan.

The twelve-winged demon is the symbol of the demonic royal family, and only the real demonic royal family can condense the complete demonic wings and release the demonic force field that suppresses all spirits.

In his early years, Wei Yuntian had seen a demon strong man, but that person could only condense five pairs of heavenly demon wings.

Five pairs of Heavenly Demon Wings, that is, Ten-Winged Heavenly Demons, are enough to explode ten times the combat power, and Yang Xuan can master twelve-winged Heavenly Demons at a young age, which is even more shocking than Yang Xuan's possession of the Samsara Martial Spirit.

"Are you afraid?"

Yang Xuan let out a chuckle, a half-step emperor who was afraid, let alone join his eyes.

"Haha, this king will be afraid of you, are you too conceited? This king admits that I was a little surprised just now, but that's all."

Wei Yuntian laughed in anger, and he didn't know what secret technique he used. When his body shook slightly, there were nine bodies that were exactly like him.

The nine people stood in the sky, with absolutely no vitality. Looking through their scarlet eyes, they seemed to be able to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Just looking at them from a distance could make people feel chills.

"puppet?"

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows, and immediately felt uneasy.

"Hmph, this is the secret of this king, a ghostly power called 'Nine Profound Ghosts', which is not comparable to those little puppet skills."

Wei Yuntian said proudly.

"It doesn't matter whether the puppets or the ghosts are all destroyed."

Yang Xuan shouted violently, held the sword of purgatory, rushed towards Wei Yuntian like lightning, and launched a strong attack on him.

His physical body has recovered amazingly, and the injuries he suffered before have been healed. Now that he has launched the twelve-winged demon, each sword can explode with twelve times the combat power of his own body. , Wei Yuntian's nine ghosts were also beaten and defeated.

However, the ghost was not afraid of death, and continued to fight back, surrounding Yang Xuan in the center.

"Shuzi, you underestimate my Nine Profound Yin Soul too much. When you are exhausted, I will come to take your life."

Wei Yuntian soared into the sky, but did not participate in the battle for a while, he sneered at Yang Xuan, and let him act in the midst of the nine evil spirits.

Each of the nine great yin souls is comparable to the combat power of the Heaven Seizing Realm warriors. Although they can't really deal with Yang Xuan, the power of Yang Xuantian's Demon Wings will gradually decrease in the long run.

And as long as Yang Xuan's power declines, Wei Yuntian can take the opportunity to attack to avoid future troubles.