Eternal Demon King

"Ah!" The hooked-nosed old man screamed, his body staggering backwards, staggering for a while.

"Death!" Yang Xuan stepped forward, bullied his body, and punched with extreme strength, instantly ending his life and smashing his head into pieces.

Whoa!

A stream of blood mixed with white brains spurted out, covering Yang Xuan's body, making him even more terrifying, like a demon.

On him, the vicious aura spread out like a vast ocean.

In an instant, all directions were silent, the world was chilling, and the depression made people almost crazy.

The hearts of everyone watching the battle were split, and they couldn't help but retreat downwards. Some people with lower cultivation bases even mixed garlic under their feet and fell to the ground.

"This is impossible……"

The rest of the Yinguimen warriors turned pale, and no one thought that Yang Xuan would kill most of their comrades in the blink of an eye, and even the outer sect elder with the highest cultivation in their group was killed by a punch.

"Fast back."

At this moment, Changsun Yan exclaimed.

A group of Yinguimen warriors came back to their senses, and saw a figure rushing over with a monstrous aura, and punched the shadow of the sky.

In an instant, one person was hit in the head, and the whole head shattered like a rotten watermelon, one person was pierced through the chest cavity, one half of the body was smashed into pieces, and the other three dodged in time, along with more than a dozen people behind them.

"Haha, happy, really happy!"

Yang Xuan shook his head with a long smile, his figure did not stop, he galloped out, and he never died.

But in an instant, he pointed his hands into knives, and waved forward horizontally, slashing the heads of the two Yin Ghost Sect warriors, and two strands of blood rushed up, bringing out large blood flowers, gorgeous and bloody.

However, this is just the beginning.

There was another ups and downs, and two more people were killed by him with fist power, and their flesh and blood flew around, as if they were in a no-man's land.

"stop."

The eldest grandson Yan screamed madly, his killing intent overflowed, and he could not wait to tear Yang Xuan apart.

However, his feet were as heavy as lead, and he didn't dare to take a half step forward.

Yang Xuan's expression is stern, and he ignores the elder Sun Yan. Wherever his body shape passes, he punches or kicks his feet, or bumps his shoulders and knees.

Puff puff! ! !

Relying on his powerful body, any part of his body can be used as a weapon for killing people, killing people is like harvesting wheat.

This kind of scene made people tremble, and even Zhangsun Yan felt chills and retreated seven or eight meters involuntarily.

Yang Xuan was scurrying, his feet did not touch the ground, he kept punching, and a stream of blood splashed.

"Devil, you, you devil!"

The remaining seven or eight Yinguimen warriors completely collapsed, and a few people fled down like crazy, and two people were so frightened that their legs were weak, and they fell to their knees, crying and shouting: " Forgive me, no, don't kill me..."

Unfortunately, they were still greeted by death, and a figure broke down and kicked them to death with two feet in a row.

"Mad, this kid is a lunatic!" someone whispered.

The other spectators were silent.

Indeed, only a lunatic would take human life so seriously.

At this time, everyone stared blankly at Yang Xuan, watching him start a killing spree.

Even the senior warriors of the Fate Fate Realm in the crowd couldn't help but feel chills. This is completely an unmatched fierce god with cruel methods.

Soon, the one-sided massacre was over, and only three people ran as fast as they could, and retreated to Zhangsunyan's side, all of them shivering and unable to stand still.

"Old guy, you have been lingering for a long time, you should recover some strength." Yang Xuan didn't go after the three, and didn't even look at Changsun Yan, but turned to look at Chen Hanlin in the distance.

In order to recover his stamina for more time, this guy is really cruel enough to watch countless yin ghost sect warriors die in front of his eyes.

"Beasts who have suffered thousands of knives, you slaughtered many people in my yin and ghost sect, and this old man wants you to pay with blood and blood!"

With an angry roar, Chen Hanlin suddenly deceived himself and punched Yang Xuan.

"You are courting death yourself."

Yang Xuan smiled contemptuously, Lightning stretched out his right hand and grabbed his fist.

boom!

When Yang Xuan was struck, he remained motionless, while Chen Hanlin was shaken all over, and one fist was firmly grasped by Yang Xuan, unable to break free.

"Get up!"

A wild shout that shook the world came, and a scene that shocked everyone appeared. I saw Yang Xuan lift Chen Hanlin up, and then slammed into the ground.

A seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy slammed into the ground with a strong man in the power realm. This scene was truly shocking.

The crowd was covered in cold sweat, unable to imagine whether Chen Hanlin would survive such a blow.

"Beast, you've been fooled."

At a critical juncture, Chen Hanlin was not afraid and did not say anything, but a stern smile appeared on his face as the conspiracy succeeded.

With a loud bang, the pores all over his body unclenched, and a large stream of white flames poured out in vain.

"Be careful!" the purgatory boy exclaimed in shock.

"Get out!"

Yang Xuan's expression changed, and he threw Chen Hanlin out.

Even so, his arms were inevitably stained with some white flames.

sizzle...

A piercing sound rang out, his sleeves turned to ashes on the spot, the skin on his arms melted and rotted, and plumes of black smoke came out.

The flesh is as strong as him, and it can't resist the white flames, even the bones are corroded by the flames and red, and there is a burning pain.

"Haha, the old man may not be as physical as you, but the old man still has a martial spirit. How do you feel? The taste of this ghostly flame should not be pleasant, right?"

Chen Hanlin laughed out loud, but he secretly thought that it was a pity.

Originally, he was going to use the ghost flames of the ghosts to plot against Yang Xuan.

Who knew that Yang Xuan's reaction was too fast, avoiding most of the ghost flames.

"Nether Ghost Flame, what martial spirit is this!?"

The crowd was moved, no one thought that Chen Hanlin was so cunning and cunning, and deliberately let Yang Xuan capture, in order to use the ghostly flames to secretly poison hands at close range, and it was successful, causing Yang Xuan's two arms to suffer heavy damage.

"Sure enough, Jiang is still old and hot. You old man really taught me a good lesson today."

Yang Xuan's face was calm, as if he could not feel the severe pain from his arms, he raised his head and stared at Chen Hanlin, a pair of eyes flashing coldly, and he said bluntly, "Your Nether Ghost Flame should be a holy-level martial spirit, right? "

"Yes, if it weren't for a holy-level martial spirit, I'm afraid it would be difficult to hurt your body."

Chen Hanlin nodded with a grim smile, but his heart was secretly awe-inspiring, as if he did not expect Yang Xuan's will to be so tenacious, his arms were corroded by the ghost flames, and he did not shout.

The crowd was shocked when they discovered this.

It is impossible to imagine how strong Yang Xuan's will is.

Will, the simple point is perseverance, and the complex point is the heart of martial arts.

Not to mention the talent of a martial artist, the will of the heart is often a prerequisite for determining whether one can move forward bravely on the martial arts path.

And Yang Xuan, whose arms were corroded by the ghost flames of the Netherworld, could not say a word, which is evident from the strength of his will.

Many people looked at him blankly, unable to believe that he was really just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Yang Xuan was unmoved, only Chen Hanlin was in his eyes.

After the sudden incident just now, he no longer dared to underestimate the powerful person in the divine power realm. Even if the sea of ​​​​qi is imprisoned here, a powerful person in the divine power realm has the ultimate move to suppress the bottom of the box, such as Chen Hanlin's ghostly ghost flame.

This is still his strong physical body, with half an immortal body, if it were someone else, it is estimated that he would have turned into a pool of corpse water under the ghost flames.

"What happened on the mountainside!?"

"Go, go up and have a look."

At the foot of the mountain, there was a commotion.

At the same time, people came to the mountainside one after another.

"The people of the Blood Evil Sect are here!"

The crowd turned their heads and looked down, and immediately retreated to both sides, making way for a spacious passage.

A group of thirty or forty Blood Demon Sect warriors came first, and all the way, they came to the front and stood still.

These people, both young and old, were led by a middle-aged man in a blood-colored robe.

This person looks about forty years old, with thick waist and round arms, bronze skin, thick black hair scattered on his shoulders, and his whole body is full of fierce aura, which is penetrating.

His blade-like eyes swept across the audience, and finally stopped on Chen Hanlin who was tens of meters above him, and said in surprise, "Isn't this Brother Chen of the Yin Ghost Sect, how did you get into such a situation!?"

No wonder he was so surprised. It was because Chen Hanlin's current image was too embarrassing, with messy white hair, tattered robes, and bloodstains all over his body.

"Let Brother Pang see the joke, everything is thanks to this little beast." Chen Hanlin shook his head and sighed, but his sharp eyes stared at Yang Xuan, who was seven or eight meters away.

"Who is this kid!?"

The middle-aged man Pang Tianyuan turned his head to look at Yang Xuan, but he didn't recognize it for a while, but Zhao Mingyu jumped out behind him, pointed at Yang Xuan's nose and shouted, "Elder Pang, he is Yang Xuan of the Sword God Palace, and he is in Taizhou. The Xuanshen Mansion killed many of our blood fiends."

"It's a pity that you are still a true disciple of the blood evil sect. You can talk nonsense with your eyes open. Not to mention that the young master has not killed any of your blood evil sects, so what if he did?"

Yang Xuan laughed in anger. This Zhao Mingyu looked like a dog, but he was a villain behind his back. He opened his mouth and poured dirty water on his head.

"This guy is really despicable!"

At this moment, many people looked at Zhao Mingyu with a strong look of contempt, because with Yang Xuantian's fearless behavior, if he really killed someone from the Blood Evil Sect, he would surely admit it frankly.

"It turned out to be Yang Xuan from the Sword God Palace, no wonder it looks familiar."

Pang Tianyuan squinted his eyes and said with a smile that was not a smile: "A hero is a boy, Yang Xuan, your ability is really not small!"

"It's not that I am talented, but the old man Chen is too weak."

As soon as the words fell, a loud roar came, "Yang Xuan, I didn't expect you to be here. Today, your death date has come."

"Who am I? Dare is Brother Jin Ming from the Demon Temple, but do we have any grievances? Why is Brother Jin Ming so angry that he can't wait to kill me?"

Yang Xuan smiled indifferently, his eyes swept away from Duan Canghai, Jin Ming and other thirty or forty demon temple warriors, and finally stopped on Yan Ruyue, who was beautiful and graceful.