Eternal Demon King

"Demon Heart Palace!"

Yang Xuan whispered, his eyes flickering, since he came to the Nether Realm, he clearly felt some kind of call.

This is the call between the bloodlines, which can also be called the bloodline resonance, and as he continues to move forward, this bloodline resonance becomes stronger and stronger.

"Bloodline resonance, could it be said that the ancestors of my underworld demon clan are still alive, even in the valley of the underworld gods, or in the legendary Demon Heart Hall..."

While thinking about it, Yang Xuan felt something, and immediately released his spiritual sense quietly.

Although his spiritual sense was suppressed by the power of the Nether Realm, it could also cover a wide area, and at the same time as he released the spiritual sense, he saw many cultivators of the immortal path, flying towards this side from the distant mountains and forests. .

There are hundreds of these people, old and young, and the people with the highest cultivation level have even reached the fourth level of the Immortal Emperor Realm, but no one dares to stay because there are chasing soldiers behind them.

It was an army of tens of thousands of grotesque and ferocious Ming people, led by a 100-foot-tall, full-faced, eight-armed Underworld Emperor, who was covered in black aura while walking, exuding terrifying and evil fluctuations.

The Eight-armed Demon Race, also known as the Eight-Armed Pluto, is born with enormous strength and an unparalleled physical strength. horrible.

"Hey, someone is coming, this person is so bold, he wants to stop this army of the Ming tribe by himself?"

Suddenly, Yang Xuan's spiritual sense captured an aura. The aura was originally hidden very well, but it suddenly erupted for some unknown reason. The person also rushed into the sky from the dark and flew towards the army of tens of thousands of the underworld. past.

In addition to being surprised, Yang Xuan couldn't help but stare at him, and found that this person was in his twenties, wearing a bright silver robe, and his cultivation level was comparable to his own, reaching the pinnacle of the Immortal King Realm.

He walked in the air, he was tall and slender, his black hair fluttered in the wind, his appearance was incomparably beautiful, and he was carrying an ancient sword on his back.

The ancient sword was hidden in the scabbard. Although it was not yet unsheathed, it kept buzzing, and there were bursts of clanging sounds. It was a sharp sword sound. Attracted by this kind of voice, they all trembled, as if they were about to let go.

"That's great, it's my Senior Brother Kun Yuan Jianzong, we are saved!"

"I've waited to see Kun Yuan Jianzi."

At this moment, many people stopped, raised their heads and bowed their hands to the young man with the sword. Obviously, they recognized who was coming. Among them, there were even a few disciples of Kunyuan Sword Sect, who cheered excitedly.

"If you don't want to die, just leave."

Kun Yuan Jianzi waved his hand, his voice was a little cold, and he didn't pay attention to the crowd below. Almost as he spoke, the ancient sword behind him suddenly unsheathed and slashed at the tens of thousands of Ming army in front of him. kill away.

Whoosh!

A sword flew out, and the ancient sword suddenly split into tens of thousands of sword lights. The sword lights were incomparable. If they were substantial, they also had strong spatial fluctuations. However, in the blink of an eye, these countless sword lights were It fell from the sky and fell into the army of tens of thousands of Ming people like a rain of swords.

"Damn, who are you, you dare to be the enemy of my Ming clan!"

The eight-armed Emperor of the Underworld roared and had to wave his eight giant arms to resist, trying to intercept the sword light as much as possible. .

Puff puff! ! !

One by one, the cultivators of the Ming clan were unable to block the sword light at all, and were killed by thousands of sword lights into flying ashes. Jianzi recalled at will, and flew up and down around his body.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The ground is low, Yang Xuan can't help but admire, this Kun Yuan Jianzi's sword-fighting skills are extremely powerful, so that he dare not underestimate, especially the other party clearly understands the Dachengjing's kendo laws and Dachengjing's space laws.

These two laws are superimposed together, and they are used with powerful sword-fighting skills, and then matched with that ancient sword, which is used to cut everything.

It was definitely an amazing sword, probably not much worse than the Pangu Axe.

"You are very good. You can take over my sword art, and you will have no regrets when you die."

At this moment, Kun Yuan Jianzi said, this sentence was addressed to the eight-armed underworld emperor, and the eight-armed underworld emperor was also the only survivor of the tens of thousands of underworld troops. There were also countless bloody mouths, dripping with blood.

It was the wound caused by the sword light one after another. Rao is the eight-armed underworld emperor's amazing resilience. For a while, those wounds were difficult to heal, and there was a burst of burning pain.

Eight-armed Underworld Emperor felt this severe pain, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly. It seemed that he did not expect the young man on the opposite side to be so terrifying, and he easily suffered a big loss.

"My sword art is the stunt of my Kunyuan Sword Sect. There are nine styles in total. With my cultivation and understanding, I can only barely cultivate the first three styles, but even so, it is enough to kill you."

Kun Yuan Jianzi said coldly, and once again took out the ancient sword, the ancient sword swung into the air, but did not split the sword light, but condensed thousands of sword lights into one, so that the ancient sword with the handle soared into a thousand zhang. Jianmang.

The sword light radiated into the sky and made an amazing sonic boom. Wherever the sword light passed, the void collapsed and cracked in a large area, as if it could not bear the sword light.

The power of this sword is terrifying. It is far more powerful than Yang Xuan's sword formation. As long as such a sword light is played, you will have thousands of troops.

"Break it for me!"

The eight-armed underworld emperor ran wild, burning blood frantically, and when the eight giant arms waved, they suddenly rose against the storm, turning into eight giant pillars that reached the sky, and they shot horizontally at the thousand-zhang Jianmang.

Boom! ! !

With the violent collision, the eight giant pillars that reach the sky collapsed, completely unable to stop the slashing of Jianmang, and was smashed into pieces, but Jianmang was cast off, and the eight arms were cut off in an instant. The head of the emperor, cut off all the primordial spirits in his head.

thump!

Eight-armed Underworld Emperor died tragically in an instant, and the huge headless corpse collapsed suddenly, setting off billowing smoke.

"Dead, this is too powerful!"

"I have long heard that a kunyuan swordsman has come to the extreme heaven and fairyland. He has the fighting power to surpass his peers and kill the enemy. Today, I saw that the rumor is true. This son is indeed the strongest in the history of Kunyuan swordsmanship Jianzi, he really is a monster."

In the distance, many people were stunned by the swordsmanship of Kun Yuan Jianzi, who was shaking the heavens and the earth and weeping ghosts and gods. With such swordsmanship, even the eight-armed underworld emperor could kill in an instant, how powerful it was.

Kun Yuan Jianzi stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was calm and cold, ignoring the chatter of the crowd, but just turned his eyes to the place where Yang Xuan was standing, and said lightly: "Your Excellency has watched the play for so long, aren't you ready to come out and meet?"