Eternal Demon King

"I said that your strength is too weak, but you don't believe it. Now you know the gap between you and me, right?" Yang Xuan shrugged, looking down at Tang Ming in front of him, and said mercilessly.

"Cough cough, this time I'll admit it." Tang Ming coughed blood, and his face became grayer.

"Looks like you're a man. Today, my lord, I'll leave the net and kill you." Leaving the sentence, Yang Xuan turned around and left.

"Hey!"

But before he took a few steps, the sound of sharp blades piercing the air came from behind him.

"Looking for death." Yang Xuan was furious, stepped on his foot, and quickly ducked to the side, just avoiding a knife light.

"What, this is all dodged!?" Tang Ming cried out in disbelief.

The crowd couldn't believe it. Tang Ming attacked Yang Xuan with a knife just now. They all thought that Yang Xuan was dead. Who knew that Yang Xuan seemed to have eyes behind his back and easily avoided it.

"Fighting a snake doesn't kill you but suffers from it. Thank you for teaching me a lesson."

Yang Xuan's eyes froze, staring at Tang Ming, his whole body surging with killing intent.

He was really angry. He didn't expect that he was kind enough to surround the opponent without dying, in exchange for the opponent's sneak attack. If he hadn't awakened the memory of his past life and had rich combat experience, he would have already become the soul of Tang Ming's sword.

Feeling Yang Xuan's killing intent, the surrounding crowd felt chills, and everyone retreated all the way.

"Little devil, do you still dare to kill me?" Tang Ming shouted angrily, but he was obviously lacking in energy. He had already seen that Yang Xuan really dared to kill himself.

Yang Xuan is indeed going to kill someone. After the sneak attack just now, he will never be merciful from now on, but he must kill any enemy mercilessly.

At this moment, he didn't speak, he held the sword hilt around his waist with his right hand, and strode towards Tang Ming.

"You..." Tang Ming was terrified and kept going backwards.

"Why, now I know I'm afraid, where is the spirit when I attacked me just now?"

With a loud shout, Yang Xuan's speed skyrocketed, and he came to Tang Ming in a blink of an eye.

"I fought with you." Tang Ming went crazy, and he chopped off with a knife.

"It's over." Yang Xuan snorted coldly, and with his right arm, he suddenly pulled out the golden lightsaber from the iron sheath around his waist.

Click!

A sharp and eye-catching sword light flashed, the long knife was broken in two, and Tang Ming's throat was also swept away by the tip of the golden light sword.

However, this sword was so fast that even Tang Ming didn't realize it, he froze in place, looked at the broken sword in his hand, and then looked at the golden light sword in Yang Xuan's hand, and said in a trembling voice, "You, The sword in your hand is a treasure!?"

Only a treasure can easily cut off the fine iron long sword in his hand.

Hearing his words, the nearby crowd all turned their attention to the golden lightsaber in Yang Xuan's hands, each with a wonderful expression, some in shock and some in disbelief. They could all see that the golden lightsaber was most likely a treasure. device.

In Luoshui City, treasures are definitely in demand. Every time a treasure appears in the largest auction house in the city, Tianfeng Auction House, it will attract all parties in the city to spend a lot of money to fight for it.

"Yes, it is indeed a treasure, and it is a mid-grade treasure."

"Medium, middle grade treasure!"

"Okay, you're almost dead." Yang Xuan stopped talking nonsense, flicked his wrist, returned the golden lightsaber, and spit out a cold sentence.

"What did you say?" Tang Ming opened his mouth, and immediately felt a sharp pain in his throat. He reached out and touched it, and found that his hands were covered in blood.

"You, you..." A face turned pale, Tang Ming was completely terrified, and at the same time, an unusually striking red mark appeared in his throat, and the red mark quickly enlarged and split open. Blood spurted out.

"Ah..." He screamed and covered his neck with his hands, but the blood still couldn't stop gushing out.

Soon, a strong sense of suffocation came, he shook a few times, and fell in a pool of blood unwillingly.

"Dead!?" The crowd gasped, and someone shivered and said, "He, how did he do it? I, I obviously didn't see him make a move!"

"Did you forget the sword he made just now?"

"What, you mean that sword already killed Tang Ming!?"

"That's right, a sword seals the throat!"

"This, what kind of swordsmanship is that, we didn't even see it just now."

"Even Tang Ming didn't see it, how can we see it? That sword was too fast!"

The crowd whispered, and everyone looked at Yang Xuan with horror.

It was so terrifying, no one would have thought that Yang Xuan's swordsmanship would be so terrifying, that he would kill Tang Ming with one sword.

Yang Xuan ignored the crowd around him. After killing Tang Ming with one sword, he turned around and left. Many people panicked and gave way when they saw him coming, and they all regarded him as a monster.

...

Walking all the way to the gate of Yang Mansion, Yang Xuan's face was faintly excited. The reason why he was able to kill with a single sword just now was not by any basic swordsmanship, but by the secret technique of drawing swords.

The sword-drawing technique, the first-level secret skill of heaven, pays attention to the sure-killing of drawing the sword, the sword bursts like thunder, and the lethality is amazing.

But the premise is that you must get close, because the sword-drawing technique is to compress the vitality and one's own spiritual will into the scabbard, and at the moment of drawing the sword, a terrifying explosive force and extreme speed are generated, so as to achieve a one-hit kill.

During the seven or eight days on the boat, in addition to practicing the Xuanwu Dalijue and the Great Burning Heaven Art, Yang Xuan spent the rest of his time practicing assiduously the sword-drawing technique.

Relying on his outstanding talent in kendo, coupled with the experience of the Asura Demon Lord in his previous life, Yang Xuan continued to draw his sword and put his vitality and spiritual will into the scabbard. In just a few days, he practiced the sword-drawing technique.

Relying on this technique, as long as he gets close, it is enough to kill all the warriors of the condensed essence, and even pose a threat to the warriors of the real astral.

The Yang Mansion is very grand, and outside the gate are stone steps made of white marble.

Climbing the stone steps, the first thing that catches your eye is a red lacquer gate with a hot gold plaque of "Yang's House" hanging above the gate.

On both sides of the gate, two stone lions lying on the ground are even more powerful, standing with their heads held high.

In addition, there were several burly men in tight black clothes and swords on the waist guarding the door.

"Stop, who are you? How dare you trespass into the Yang residence?"

At this moment, seeing Yang Xuan striding forward with a calm demeanor, a burly man with a knife scar on his face immediately stepped forward and stopped Yang Xuan.

"Why, you don't recognize me after you haven't seen me for five years?" Yang Xuan frowned.

These big men are guards recruited by the Yang family. When Yang Xuan was still in the Yang family, his status was not as good as these guards. After all, everyone had a decent residence, but he and his father Yang Tian could only Live in a remote place overgrown with weeds in Waifu.

"Who are you?" The scarred-faced man's eyes were sharp and he looked up and down at Yang Xuan. After a few seconds, he finally recognized something and shouted, "You, you are Yang Xuan, that sick child!?"

"Who do you call the sick seedling?"

Yang Xuan's face suddenly sank. Before he returned to the Yang family, he had already decided to kill the chickens to warn the monkeys. Otherwise, the people of the Yang family would really treat him as the same waste as before, and anyone could step on them.

"Yo, I haven't seen you in a few years. You are a waste of courage. I won't let you into the palace today. I see what you can do?" The scarred-faced man laughed angrily. He has been a guard in the Yang family for seven or eight years. When Yang Xuan was still in the Yang family, he would occasionally humiliate him.

"Haha, what can he do? He has to go through the back door obediently."

"Trash, hurry up and get out, you are not qualified to go through the front door."

Several other Yang family guards also scolded and scolded them, staring at Yang Xuan with contempt, not paying attention to him, the former young master of the Yang family.

Not to mention them, the entire Yang family, many humble servants would not take Yang Xuan seriously.

"A group of dog slaves, you are courting death." Yang Xuan got angry and burst into flames on the spot. He raised his hand and slapped it, only to hear a crisp sound, Zhou Gang's head was slapped, and a few bloody front teeth flew. Falling, the whole person was staggered backwards by this slap.

"You, you dare to do it!?" The rest of the Yang family guards saw Zhou Gang received a loud slap in the face, and they all swarmed up and surrounded Yang Xuan.

"Don't do anything, let me come." With a violent shout, Zhou Gang rushed up, staring at Yang Xuan fiercely.

"What, do you want to kill me?"

The corners of Yang Xuan's mouth were slightly upturned, and there was no fear on his face. After all, Zhou Gang and several other Yang family guards in front of him were only the third or fourth level of Body Tempering Realm.

"You, you dare not think I am?" Zhou Gang was furious.

"You can try it?" Yang Xuan sneered.

"You..." Zhou Gang was furious and was slapped on the spot by Yang Xuan. He was so ashamed and angry that his lungs almost exploded with anger, and his fists cracked.

"What are you, you son of a bitch, although I am not the young master of the Yang family, but I am also a direct descendant of the Yang family, how dare you commit the following crimes against me?"

Yang Xuan was very domineering and snorted coldly.

"You are courting death." Zhou Gang gritted his teeth, extremely angry.

"You are the one who is courting death. I advise you not to do anything, otherwise I won't blame me for being ruthless and making you splatter blood on the spot." Yang Xuan sneered, a pair of eyes flashing coldly, extremely cold.

When they came into contact with his icy cold eyes, Zhou Gang and several other Yang family guards couldn't help but fight a cold war. They had already discovered that the waste in front of them was completely different from before. Their eyes were like sharp swords. Murder is possible.

But soon, they all sneered, just this waste, how can the eyes be sharp?

He was born with insufficiency and was naturally weak and sickly. Although he had cultivated in Qixuanmen for five years, what realm could he achieve? It is destined to be only a sick seedling for a lifetime, and never even think about raising his head in the Yang family.

"Get out of my way, don't blame me for being rude to you." Yang Xuan was in a hurry to see his father, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with the dog slaves in front of him.

However, just as he moved, Zhou Gang turned his body sideways, blocking his path again, and said coldly, "It's the same sentence, you bastard can only go through the back door."