Eternal Demon King

"My name is taboo, there is no need to tell you."

"What did you say!?"

"Is there something wrong with your ears? I said, you don't deserve to know my name." Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, looked directly at Zhao Mingyu, and said coldly.

"You are courting death." Zhao Mingyu was so angry that he almost wanted to run away.

"It's you who are courting death, you don't need to talk nonsense, you want to fight."

Yang Xuan's eyes widened, his voice was like thunder, he suddenly became stronger, and he looked down at the blue-clothed old man and Zhao Mingyu and the others below, and said word by word: "This road is not clear, those who dare to invade will be killed without mercy! "

"Insanity!"

"Boy, you are tired and crooked."

"What nonsense with him, capture him directly, cut off his tongue, break the bones of his whole body, and let him die in agony."

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation and roared again and again. It was so arrogant that one person wanted to stop them, and they said that the intruders were killed without mercy. Do you think they are turkeys?

"If you don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink, this old man will send you to see the Lord of Hell."

The blue-clothed old man was upset when he saw Yang Xuan, and when he heard his wild remarks, he was about to act.

"Senior wait, I will deal with this son." Zhao Mingyu strode forward, swung his hand horizontally, and stopped the blue-clothed old man.

"Well, okay, but when Young Master Zhao kills him, the old man will need some elixir."

The blue-clothed old man's eyes flickered, he hesitated for a while, and after all, he didn't dare to offend Zhao Mingyu. After all, he was just a loose cultivator with no background, and Zhao Mingyu was the true disciple of the blood evil sect, with countless halos on his head.

However, he was a strong senior in the Fate Mist realm anyway, and he also asked for some elixir.

"Don't worry, senior, I just want to kill him."

Zhao Mingyu's eyes were like eagles, staring at Yang Xuan, and said coldly: "As for the elixir in his storage ring, I want 70%, and the remaining 30% belongs to the seniors."

Hearing this, the crowd's faces were ugly, and they dared not speak out.

The blue-clothed old man was very happy. He seemed to be satisfied with the three percent elixir.

"You're welcome." Zhao Mingyu waved his hand and said, "I also ask senior to stand up for me."

"It doesn't matter, there is an old man. Even if this little beast has three heads and six arms, he can't escape." The blue-clothed old man said categorically, he is a strong man in the realm of fate, and even if he loses his cultivation here, he is confident to take down Yang Xuan.

"Haha..." Yang Xuan was amused and laughed out loud.

Even before the war started, the old and young people below started to distribute the spoils. The old man in blue also bluntly said that he could not escape. What is he, a pig and a dog who is slaughtered by others?

"Little bastard, what are you laughing at?" Zhao Mingyu raised his head and stared at Yang Xuan with murderous intent in his eyes.

"I laugh at me, it's none of your business, and besides, don't talk too much, if you can't kill me later, but I slap me down, then you will be shameless from now on. already."

Yang Xuan blurted out.

"You look quite confident, so let me try to see how much you have."

"I know how many pounds and taels I have, and you, do you only have the ability to spray feces in your mouth?"

"I swear I won't be a human if I don't kill you today."

Zhao Mingyu was furious with endless killing intent.

Since his debut, he has been killing people like hemp. He was originally a ruthless character. Now that Yang Xuan has repeatedly humiliated and provoked him, he has also decided to deal with Yang Xuan ruthlessly.

With his hands on his back, Yang Xuan rarely answered again, without even looking at him, completely treating him as air.

This kind of ignorance by Chi Guoguo is truly shocking.

The crowd looked up and stared blankly at Yang Xuan, wondering what his origins were. He was obviously young, but his words and deeds were so unscrupulous, they regarded Zhao Mingyu as nothing.

"One move to kill you."

Zhao Mingyu's black hair stood on end, his anger was ignited, he shouted loudly, and stepped on the stone steps with both feet.

As the ground shook for a while, he jumped up and slaughtered like an eagle swooping down.

"This arrogant boy is dead!"

The crowd sneered, and they all believed that Yang Xuan would definitely die, because his opponent was Zhao Mingyu, and there was no chance of winning at all.

"To die."

Zhao Mingyu was like no one around, his speed was like a flash of light, he came to Yang Xuan in an instant, punched fiercely, and pierced through the void.

"Too slow." Yang Xuan disdainfully shifted his body and avoided it.

"What, dodge!"

The crowd exclaimed, unable to believe what they saw was true.

This speed is also too fast, and the footsteps are better than walking in the courtyard, and in an instant, they dodge Zhao Mingyu's sure-kill punch.

The blue-clothed old man was equally surprised, as if he did not expect Yang Xuan to have such a speed.

"Little bastard, don't hide if you have one."

The punch failed, Zhao Mingyu's face flushed red, extremely ugly.

Just now, he threatened to kill Yang Xuan with a high-spirited move. Unexpectedly, he punched out without even touching the corner of Yang Xuan's clothes. This was tantamount to slapping himself.

"If you can't hit me, let me not hide, don't you feel ashamed?"

"Give me death!"

Zhao Mingyu was much more difficult to talk about. He just wanted to kill Yang Xuan to vent his anger. He opened his mouth and roared, rushed over quickly, and smashed his fist with his right foot.

As a young genius, the technique of close combat is naturally extremely strong.

Unfortunately, he met Yang Xuan.

Looking at the world, Yang Xuan doesn't say that he is the first in close combat, but among his peers, he really can't find anyone who can compare with him.

Almost facing the attacking fist, he attacked with both fists, blocking Zhao Mingyu's fist with one punch, and blocking his right foot with one punch, his movements were neat and unrestrained.

But with two punches, Zhao Mingyu changed his face.

He only felt two powerful fists coming in, and his body couldn't stop backing seven or eight steps, and he was terribly uncomfortable.

"Repulsed!"

The crowd was dumbfounded. They were as strong as Zhao Mingyu, but they lost to Yang Xuan. They were knocked out by two fists.

"This little beast is so powerful!"

The blue-clothed old man's eyes suddenly turned cold, hesitating whether to go up and help, but it's okay to think about it.

The reason is very simple. Zhao Mingyu has an extraordinary origin and is a generation of arrogance, and all arrogances are proud. He, an outsider, went up to help on his own initiative. Not only would Zhao Mingyu not be grateful to him, he might be dissatisfied and thankless.

"What kind of bullshit young Tianjiao, nothing more than that!" Yang Xuan pouted, with a few words, but his inexhaustible demeanor made Zhao Mingyu go berserk.

"Little bastard, I'm going to smash your corpse into ten thousand pieces." Zhao Mingyu waved his arms and abandoned his defenses, rushing towards Yang Xuan like a mad beast.

"Calling you a young genius is to give you face. In my eyes, you are nothing but a clown."

With a sneer on the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, he stepped forward with lightning and came to Zhao Mingyu, launching a dazzling attack on him.

Bang bang bang! ! !

There was a continuous muffled sound, Zhao Mingyu's waist and hips were united, and all kinds of killing methods came out to fight with all their might.

"You are too weak."

Yang Xuan's black hair fluttered, attacking attacking attackingly, bursting out with powerful strength and unparalleled bravery.

In just a few breaths of time, Zhao Mingyu was at a disadvantage, and no matter how difficult it was to compete with Yang Xuan, he was pressed and beaten by his pair of iron fists, and he retreated again and again, his face flushed.

This scene made many onlookers horrified, is this Nima still a human being, actually chasing after Zhao Mingyu.

The crowd couldn't imagine how tyrannical Yang Xuan's body was.

"Waste, is that all you can do?"

Yang Xuan slapped people and faces, pressing step by step, a pair of fists slammed out, the force can destroy the mountain, and it is unstoppable.

Under the bombardment of the terrifying fist, the void exploded, and the air waves rolled, like an angry dragon roaring, and the power was earth-shattering.

A series of crackling sounds like fried beans, Zhao Mingyu was in severe pain, and his internal organs were churning. If he hadn't tried his best to suppress it, he would have vomited blood.

"Hehe, it looks like you've exhausted your skills." Yang Xuan chuckled, but the attack became more and more violent.

Of course, this is for others. In fact, he didn't use all his strength at all, otherwise Zhao Mingyu would be alive?

This is also to see that Zhao Mingyu is from the Blood Fiend Sect, and he does not want to offend the Blood Fiend Sect again, otherwise with his behavior, he would have already violently murdered.

Ding Ding Deng! ! !

Zhao Mingyu kept retreating, and after a while, he retreated to the edge of the stone steps, and he was about to fall off the cliff.

"Too deceiving."

Zhao Mingyu roared angrily, but the man was a gourd rolling on the ground. He avoided the attacking fists and retreated quickly down the stone steps. He no longer had the courage to fight Yang Xuan, and his fighting spirit was completely lost.

Yang Xuan's strength is too great, he can't stop it at all, and if he goes on fighting, he will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.

"Escaped..."

The nerves of the crowd were already numb, and even if they saw Zhao Mingyu retreating in embarrassment, there was not much surprise on his face.

Because they could all see that Yang Xuan was a monster with great combat power, and Zhao Mingyu was not his opponent at all.

"This slap is a lesson for you. If you are stubborn, the next blow will kill you."

With a cold snort, Yang Xuan moved, his figure swayed, and he slapped Zhao Mingyu on the face.

"Pfft!" Zhao Mingyu received a slap in the face, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, even his front teeth were shot off, and the whole person flew down like a scarecrow.

"how is this possible!?"

"Flick away!"

Below, the crowd screamed and retreated to both sides.

Even so, there were still more than a dozen unlucky ghosts who couldn't dodge in time, and were smashed by Zhao Mingyu who flew down, causing everyone to turn around and wailing.

"Boy, who are you!?"

The blue-clothed old man sucked in a breath of cold air, and the expression on his face changed.

As strong as Zhao Mingyu, he was so vulnerable to being slapped down by Yang Xuan with a slap, which is truly shocking and unbelievable.

"No matter who I am, if you don't want to die, you old man, just roll down quickly, or don't blame the young master for being rude to you." Yang Xuan turned his eyes and shouted.

"Little beast, do you know that your mouth is really cheap."

The blue-clothed old man jumped with anger, his eyebrows and beards all stood up, no matter what he said, he was also an old-fashioned powerhouse, but now he was reprimanded by a young boy like Yang Xuan. .