Eternal Demon King

"Shit's explanation."

"That is, how many years did you Cuiyungu flourish, and you dare to be arrogant in front of our Qingyunzong?"

A group of Qingyun Sect disciples yelled, spittle stars flying.

Hearing these harsh voices, Murong Chong and the others looked ugly, but the number of the other party was dominant, no matter how angry they were, they could only swallow their anger.

"Get out of here, my Qingyun Sect is always waiting for your visit from Cuiyungu." Liu Wenfeng waved his hand impatiently.

"Tsk tsk, it's really domineering, but is Qingyunzong great?" Suddenly, a lukewarm voice came.

"Who, get me out of here." Liu Wenfeng said angrily.

"Stop shouting, your grandfather is out." A young man in a black cloak walked out of the chaotic stone forest calmly, it was Yang Xuan.

"Brother Yang!" Murong Chong was surprised, he didn't expect to meet Yang Xuan here.

"Hehe, Brother Mu, we meet again." Yang Xuan smiled and said to Liu Wenfeng and the others, "This ancient Nayuan formation belongs to me. If you don't want to die, you can get out now."

"What did you say!?" A blue-robed youth from the Seventh Heaven of the Vientiane Realm became furious. Although the forest was big, he had all kinds of birds, but he had never seen Yang Xuan so arrogant.

"Damn, this kid just thinks he has a long life and wants to die." Many Qingyun Sect disciples were filled with righteous indignation, and they all glared at Yang Xuan, but the cultivation level of the second layer of the Vientiane Realm was nothing, and they dared to speak madly to make them go away. Getting impatient.

Murong Chong, Zhou Yalan and others were stunned.

This is too overbearing!

Although they all hated Liu Wenfeng and this group of people, they knew that they were not opponents, so they could only choose to keep things calm. Who would have guessed that Yang Xuan would immediately chase people out as soon as he appeared on the stage, and he was a complete mess. Liu Wenfeng and others did not care about them at all.

Murong Chong and others didn't know where Yang Xuan's confidence came from. Did he think that he could deal with Liu Wenfeng and others by himself?

"Boy, you have the guts to repeat what you just said." Liu Wenfeng's chest heaved and he gritted his teeth.

"Then you have to listen carefully, Lord let you go." Yang Xuan blurted out, every word was sonorous.

"Too arrogant, Senior Brother, I'll kill him now." The blue-robed youth from the Seventh Heaven of Vientiane Realm roared.

"Junior Brother, be quick with your hands and feet." Liu Wenfeng said coldly.

"Senior brother, don't worry, if you can't kill even a rubbish of the Second Layer of the Vientiane Realm, then I will have no face in the future." While speaking, the blue-robed youth stepped up to Yang Xuan, his face gloomy like water.

"You're too weak, don't mistake yourself, it's too late to go back now." Yang Xuan said with disdain.

"Things like ants dare to speak rudely to me. It's hard for me to feel bad if I don't kill you today."

As soon as the voice fell, the blue-robed youth jumped up, like a goshawk, swiftly pounced, a palm flashed out with lightning, and the pale golden true essence on the palm spurted out, turning into five claws, carrying the golden The sharp whistling sound of the cracked stone grabbed towards Yang Xuan's chest.

Although this Qingyunzong's secret stone-splitting claw is not a stunt, its grade has reached the first-level of the earth level. In the eyes of the blue-robed youth, this move is enough to pull out Yang Xuan's heart.

"Brother Yang, be careful, this is the cracked stone claw of the Qingyun Sect, and you can't force it." Murong Chong reminded.

Yang Xuan's demeanor was calm, without the slightest panic on his face, he stepped back, and the other party's vicious grab suddenly came to nothing.

"I said, you are too weak." Yang Xuan said with a light expression on his face.

"Damn." The blue-robed youth didn't seem to hear what he said. Seeing that his stone-splitting claws were so easily avoided by a kid in the second layer of the Vientiane Realm, he was furious and no longer kept his hands. Yuan Yiyun, his hands spurted out sharp light, his power suddenly increased greatly, and he attacked Yang Xuan frantically.

Puff puff!

Suddenly, there was a sharp whistle in the air.

"Haha, it's too slow, haven't you eaten yet, use some strength!" Yang Xuan shook his body, as fast as a ghost, easily avoiding the attacking claw shadows, and at the same time showing no mercy, he laughed wildly.

The laughter reverberated, seeing that the fierce attacks of the blue-robed youth were all avoided by Yang Xuan, and a group of Qingyun Sect disciples were all dumbfounded.

"Bastard, don't hide." The blue-robed youth was furious, roaring again and again, and his moves became more and more fierce.

"Haha, your skills are not as good as others, and you tell me not to hide, don't you feel ashamed?" Yang Xuan said sarcastically while hiding, even if the opponent's moves were cruel, he could easily avoid them.

"No air step!" The blue-robed youth burst out, using a powerful secret movement technique, and the speed increased sharply. Under the infusion of true essence, the two claws seemed to be no longer made of flesh and blood, but made of metal, exuding pale gold. The metallic luster of his, each fingernail spit out sharp awns, and the speed of his claws was also doubled.

Yang Xuan is still fearless, his body is strong, and his cultivation has reached the second level of the Vientiane Realm. Although the opponent's offensive is fierce, his speed is slightly better than his grandson's. Every time he takes the first step to hide the sharp claws that kill him. open.

"Damn, I don't believe I can't hit you." The blue-robed youth couldn't attack for a long time, and became more and more angry.

"Zheng!"

A melodious sound rang out, and he stopped using the stone-splitting claws, and pulled out the sword from his waist.

This is obviously a mid-grade spirit sword, the blade exudes a cold luster and is unusually sharp.

"Yes, there is still a middle-grade spirit sword. When I grab it, hundreds of thousands of lower-grade Yuanshi will be in my hand." Yang Xuan nodded decisively.

"When you're about to die, you still want to grab the sword in my hand. It's really arrogant, boy, remember, the name of the person who killed you is Fan Yuan."

With a cold shout, Fan Yuanren followed the sword, urging the sharp sword glow, and took Yang Xuan Mingmen with one sword.

"It's almost time to play, and it's my turn to take action."

As soon as these words came out, there was a loud bang, the rocks collapsed and Yang Xuan rose into the air, and two sharp sword lights shot out from his eyes.

His black hair fluttered, he stood tall, and his body was full of explosive power. With the movement of true essence in his body, his fists were red gold, exuding unparalleled power. With a slight wave, the void vibrated.

At this moment, his whole person was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus. He raised his fist and swooped down, smashing it down violently, as fast as lightning.

"Keng!" Fan Yuan did not expect Yang Xuan to be so ferocious, the spirit sword in his hand turned from stab to swipe, and a sword swept towards Yang Xuan's fist. In his opinion, Yang Xuan's mere flesh and blood could not be blocked. Live the edge of the Spirit Sword.

However, he underestimated Yang Xuan's physical body. Yang Xuan's physical body was supplemented with True Yuan, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as invulnerability.

bang!

The fist collided with the spirit sword, and a crisp metal crash sounded immediately.

A huge force rushed in, Fan Yuan groaned, his body backed seven or eight steps, and a sword-wielding arm felt numb as if electrocuted.

"How is that possible!" All the people present exclaimed, this is too terrifying, a martial artist from the second level of the Vientiane Realm can actually shake the spirit sword with a flesh-and-blood fist.

"Could it be that his fist is stronger than a spirit weapon!?" Everyone couldn't believe it, even Liu Wenfeng was shocked. He had already seen that Yang Xuan's body was extremely powerful, and just relying on his body was enough to leapfrog kills. enemy.

Thinking of this, he shouted: "Junior Brother, go all out."

"Instant kill!"

Fan Yuan also understood that the idea was thorny, and without any hesitation, he waved the spirit sword in his hand, and a cold sword energy pierced through the void and slashed towards Yang Xuan with a speed like a bolt of lightning.

"Brother Yang, dodge quickly, this is the instant killing sword skill of Qingyun Sect." Murong Chong said in discoloration.

However, Yang Xuan did not change his face, he lifted it up, and there was an extra black long sword in his hand.

This is a purgatory sword. Although I don't know what grade it is, the divine weapon is a divine weapon. Even if it is too low to activate the divine power, the sharpness of the purgatory sword should not be underestimated.

Between the electric light and flint, Yang Xuan's wrist flicked, and after he was a little quicker at the incoming sword qi, the sword qi suddenly shattered, and it was as fragile as paper.

"It's impossible!" Fan Yuan screamed, and a group of Qingyunzong disciples were dumbfounded. What they saw, a boy from the Second Layer of Vientiane Realm broke their Qingyunzong's instant killing sword skills with one sword.

As a major sect within a radius of tens of thousands of miles outside the dark forest, the Qingyun Sect also has several powerful sect-suppressing stunts, and this instant killing sword skill is one of them.

This is the supreme slaughtering sword skill that claims to be able to leapfrog the enemy.

At this moment, Liu Wenfeng couldn't calm down, secretly guessing Yang Xuan's origin, he couldn't imagine what force could cultivate such an amazing young genius like Yang Xuan.

"It's time for me to take out my sword. If you can block it, I will spare you not to die."

With a cold voice, Yang Xuan moved, like an eagle hitting the sky, the purgatory sword in his hand burst, and a sword shot at Fan Yuan.

This sword did not use true essence, but for some reason, Fan Yuan felt a great crisis coming.

A fear rose in his heart, knowing that he couldn't stop the sword, and his figure retreated sharply.

However, it was too late.

Puff!

The purgatory sword in Yang Xuan's hand easily pierced through his body protection essence. In front of the divine weapon Purgatory Sword, any body protection essence was useless, as fragile as tofu.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Fan Yuan only felt a burning pain in his internal organs. He looked down and saw that a long black sword had been inserted into his chest.

"I said earlier that your strength is too weak, but you don't believe it. Now you understand the gap between you and me." After Yang Xuan said, he pulled out the purgatory sword and brought out a splendid blood flower.

"Plop!" Fan Yuan's eyes darkened, and he fell straight down. He couldn't die any longer.

"The divine weapon is worthy of being a divine weapon. With the Purgatory Sword, my strength has increased by at least ten times." Yang Xuan sighed.

The purgatory sword is too strong, and any kind of body-protecting true essence can't stop the sword's peerless edge.

"Gollum!"

Over there, Murong Chong was stunned. This was too powerful. Although they knew that Yang Xuan's strength far surpassed his cultivation, Fan Yuan was also a master of the Seventh Heaven of Vientiane Realm. He was killed by Yang Xuan like this. Still a single kill.