Eternal Demon King

In about half a minute, the battle was over, and the crowd retreated, leaving corpses all over the ground. Looking around, there were only about twenty of the hundreds of warriors left, and everyone was more or less painted. No longer dare to act rashly.

"Hmph, a group of ants, just because you all want to come to grab the treasure, I really don't know whether to live or die." The old man in gray snorted coldly, he was also slightly injured, and his real energy was severely depleted, and he didn't want to continue the fight.

"Hey, isn't that Yang Xuan?" Suddenly, someone shouted and found Yang Xuan here.

Hearing this, a familiar voice came over: "Brother Yang!"

Yang Xuanshun looked around, and suddenly saw an acquaintance, and laughed: "Haha, it turns out to be Brother Wang, it's really not a meeting in life!"

The voice was still there, the figure moved, the movement was unfolded, and in just a few breaths, the person came to Wang Chuan's side.

Wang Chuan was not alone either, with Xie Fei, Xu Tian, ​​and two other Floating Cloud Sect disciples beside him.

"Brother Yang." At this time, Xu Tian and the other two inner disciples of Floating Cloud Sect clasped their fists towards Yang Xuan, and just as Xie Fei was about to speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body was shaky and his face was pale.

"Uh, Brother Xie is injured?" Only then did Yang Xuan realize that Xie Fei suffered serious internal injuries.

"Hey, Xie Fei was slapped by the old man not long ago, thanks to him wearing a body armor, otherwise he would have died sooner." Wang Chuan sighed softly, his eyes staring coldly at Hui Hui not far away. Clothes old man.

Yang Xuan observed the words and expressions, vaguely saw something, and asked, "That old thing stole your spiritual tool?"

"Well, we found a spiritual tool not long ago, who knew that the old guy suddenly jumped out to snatch it, and then attracted a large group of warriors, and then there was a melee." Wang Chuan said truthfully.

"So that's the case, then I'll go help you get it back."

After saying a word, Wang Chuan, Xie Fei, Xu Tian and several others were left in shock, Yang Xuan shook his robes, and Shi Shiran walked towards the gray-clothed old man.

As a young killing god on Xingchen Island, Yang Xuan's every move attracted attention. The crowd not far away looked at Yang Xuan and walked towards the gray-clothed old man, all with surprise on their faces.

What is he going to do? Could it be that he wants to snatch the spiritual weapon from the old man in gray! ?

As if there was no one around, Yang Xuan said as he walked: "Old thing, if it's not yours, hurry up and spit it out, or else you won't want to leave this place alive."

As soon as these words came out, except for Xia Yuwei who arrived later, Cheng Shaofeng and a few others were not surprised, everyone present was stunned. Although Yang Xuan is in his prime now, after all, he only has the cultivation of the sixth level of the Condensing Origin Realm. Could it be that he can still deal with the old man in gray.

"Yang Xuan, I know your strength is very strong, but you are too arrogant, right?" The gray-clothed old man's face turned dark, he was also a master of the Fourth Heaven of Vientiane Realm, who knew that Yang Xuan did not let himself go in the slightest. in the eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll just ask, do you hand over the spiritual weapon?" Yang Xuan said coldly.

Hearing this, the gray-clothed old man was furious, wishing to slap Yang Xuan to death, but thinking of Yang Xuan's identity, he finally forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said with gnashing teeth: "Boy, look at the master of Yanmen. For the sake of me, this old man won't care about you today, and if you don't want to die, just go back quickly."

"It's okay to let me go back. You throw the spiritual tool in your hand. It belongs to my friend." Yang Xuan said lightly, instead of going back and saying nothing, he strode closer.

"Shame on your face, you dare not kill you as an old man?" The old man in gray was furious. He was just a loose cultivator with no background on Xingchen Island. He didn't want to offend Qixuanmen. Aggressive.

"Kill me, you can try it."

Hearing this, the crowd was shocked, wondering if Yang Xuan would be able to leapfrog and kill the powerhouse in the Vientiane Realm! ?

"Brother Yang, it's just a spiritual tool. If you don't have it, it's gone. You don't have to." Wang Chuan said loudly, Yang Xuan's strength is right, but he doesn't think Yang Xuan is the opponent of the gray-clothed old man.

"Don't worry, it's just an injured old man, I can handle it." Yang Xuan responded lightly.

"You bastard, you are courting death." The old man shouted angrily.

"It's you who are looking for death."

Yang Xuan let out a cold snort, drew his sword and slashed, driven by the sword intent, a sharp sword qi was like a peerless divine soldier slicing through the void, with astonishing power, slashing towards the gray-clothed old man ten meters away faster than lightning.

Before the sword energy arrived, the grey clothed old man's eyelids twitched wildly, feeling the threat.

"Break it for me!" He shouted loudly, not caring that there was not much real energy left in his body, he slammed a palm towards the incoming sword energy, and then a huge palm force roared out, and the air oscillated like a mountain. , hit the galloping sword energy.

With a puff, the sword qi twisted and shattered, and the palm strength also burst with a bang, turning into countless turbulent currents. Between the sky and the earth, the wind was blowing, and the dust was flying.

"How is that possible!?" The gray-clothed old man shouted. Although he was injured and his real energy was severely depleted, this blow was enough to kill the warriors below the Vientiane Realm. Who knew that Yang Xuan's sword energy was so sharp that he actually blocked it. took his palm.

"So strong!"

"Hey, the juvenile killer is worthy of being a juvenile killer, and it really lives up to its reputation!"

People ** head to ear, talking a lot, looking at Yang Xuan with a strong shocking look, they can't imagine how strong Yang Xuan's strength is, and the cultivation of the sixth level of Ningyuanjing can leapfrog the level. If he is a master of the Fourth Layer of War of the Vientiane Realm, if his cultivation level is improved, he still does not know how much his strength will be improved.

"Bloodwing, extreme speed, sword drawing!"

Yang Xuan didn't mean to give up, while the gray-clothed old man was in a trance, his figure moved, turned into a shadow of blood, rushed to the front of the opponent, and slashed out with a fierce sword.

"It's so fast!" The gray-clothed old man was shocked. Although he retreated very quickly, he was still a little slower. The body-protecting essence on his chest shattered, and the golden lightsaber in Yang Xuan's hand also drew a deep visible line on his chest. The long and narrow opening of the bone, blood splattered.

"Beast, you dare to hurt me!?" The gray-clothed old man roared angrily, and the whole person was slashed out by Yang Xuan's sword.

"It hurts you, if you don't hand over the spiritual weapon, the young master will also take your head." Yang Xuan didn't chase after him, and the blood wings had already been put away. Except for Xia Yuwei and a few others, no one present knew that he had it. Bloodwing.

The gray-clothed old man was furious in his heart, and the veins on his forehead jumped violently. Just as he was about to make a move, he felt that his body was overturned, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Unbelievable, this old man was hit hard with a sword!" The crowd gasped.

"This, is this true!?" Wang Chuan, Xu Tian, ​​Xie Fei and others couldn't believe it.

"Sword Intent, you, you have comprehended the Sword Intent!" Suddenly, the gray-clothed old man cried out, feeling the astonishing strange power of the destructive force in his body, and he immediately knew what it was.

"What, he understood the sword intent!?" The crowd was in an uproar, looking at Yang Xuan like hell, no one thought that Yang Xuan understood the sword intent before he was eighteen years old.

"Yes, I did understand the sword intent." Yang Xuan nodded and said domineeringly: "Old man, hand over the spirit tool, I will kill you, of course, you can also choose to fight with me, but you originally I was injured, and I was hit by a sword just now, and you will definitely die if you continue to fight to the death.”

The gray-clothed old man's face was gloomy and uncertain. After a while, he asked, "Do you mean what you said?" He was hit by Yang Xuan's sword.

"My Yang Xuan is also an inner disciple of the Seven Profound Sect. How can I go back on my word when all eyes are on?" Yang Xuan snorted coldly.

"Okay, I'll admit it today." The gray-clothed old man gritted his teeth and threw a short sword at Yang Xuan, then turned around and left.

Yang Xuan caught the short sword, but did not rush to kill him. After all, the opponent is a master of the Vientiane Realm, and he definitely has a life-saving ultimate move.

"This old thing actually escaped, and he really handed over the spirit tool." The crowd was dumbfounded, wondering if they were wrong.

"It turned out to be a mid-grade spiritual weapon." Yang Xuan looked at the short sword and saw the grade of the sword at a glance. He didn't think much about it, turned around and returned to Wang Chuan and the others, and stuffed the short sword into Wang Chuan's hand.

"Thank you Brother Yang." Wang Chuan clasped his fists, his head was a little dizzy, as if he didn't expect Yang Xuan's strength to be so powerful.

"No need to thank you, I want to ask you a few things." Yang Xuan waved his hands.

"Brother Yang wants to ask whatever you want, just say it, we know everything and we can't stop talking."

"It's nothing, a few of you should know about my Qixuanmen Qin Lan, right?"

"Of course, Fairy Qin is famous, how could we not know each other."

"That's good, I wonder how many of you have seen her before?"

Hearing this, Wang Chuan, Xie Fei, and Xu Tian all shook their heads, indicating that they had not seen it before, but a plain looking young man in brocade clothes blurted out, "Brother Yang, I have seen Fairy Qin."

"Oh, where?" As soon as the voice came out, Yang Xuan came to the other side with a swoosh like a ghost.

"So fast!"

The young man in Jinyi was startled, took a deep breath to calm his emotions, and said truthfully: "About half an hour ago, I saw Fairy Qin just outside this mountain range, and I happened to see her entering the Misty Mountain Range."

"Thank you."

"Uh, Brother Yang is very polite."

"I don't owe you any favors either, I'll give you this low-grade spirit tool."

While speaking, Yang Xuan took out a low-grade spiritual tool from the storage ring and gave it to the young man in brocade clothes.

The young man in brocade clothes was startled for a moment when he got the spiritual tool, then he was overjoyed. After thanking Yang Xuandao, he unfolded his movements and left in a hurry.

Seeing this scene, many people's eyes were fiery and eager to move. They really wanted to grab the low-grade spiritual weapon in the hands of the young man in Jinyi. However, when they noticed Yang Xuan's cold eyes, they were all shocked and didn't dare to take half a step.

...

After a short stay, Yang Xuan introduced Xia Yuwei, Liu Yueer, Zhou Hu, Cheng Shaofeng to Wang Chuan and others, and asked them to walk together.