Eternal Demon King

"Shuzi, damn you!"

Zhang Tianba covered his face with his hands, and his red eyes were about to burst into flames.

This is an unbearable humiliation. As the elder of the blood evil sect, he was slapped in the face by a young junior in front of everyone.

"What are you talking about, is it not enough to slap me on half of your face, and you want to slap me on the other half of your face?"

Yang Xuan said while rubbing his hand and teasing: "As expected of a strong person in the realm of divine power, his face is really thick, which makes my hand feel a little painful. By the way, doesn't your face hurt?"

"Beast, if I don't kill you, I swear that I won't be a human being."

Zhang Tianba roared furiously in the sky, completely ran away, rushed over like a rampage, his left hand turned into a palm knife, violently slashed at Yang Xuan's brow bone, and his right hand bent into a claw, grabbing Yang Xuan's left chest.

This is no longer a secret skill, but a melee combat skill that is extremely vicious.

"Fight me in close combat, you will only lose even worse!"

With a sneer on his face, Yang Xuan stretched out his hands forward, grabbed Zhang Tianba's two palms firmly, and twisted it hard, and suddenly the sound of cracking bones was clearly audible.

"Let go of Lao Tzu..."

Zhang Tianba screamed in pain, kicked Yang Xuan fiercely with both feet out.

Yang Xuan's expression remained unchanged, one right foot attacked continuously, turning into a leg shadow, and quickly collided with Zhang Tianba's legs a few times, making a dull sound.

Zhang Tianba's face was full of cold sweat, and he only felt that many of the bones in his legs were shattered, which was heartbreaking.

"Vulnerable!"

Yang Xuan kicked out again, just right on Zhang Tianba's chest, smashing his sternum to pieces, and blood spattered.

However, before this was over, Yang Xuan suddenly raised a hand and slapped the other half of his face.

"puff!"

Zhang Tianba spurted a string of blood from his mouth, rolled and wailed and flew out backwards.

All of this happened in a flash of light and flint. Except for Yuan Hong who saw it clearly, everyone else was a little dizzy.

When they came back to their senses, they were shocked to find that Zhang Tianba had hit the ground heavily, his face became red and swollen, some flesh was cracked, and his bones were turned out.

"I'm not dazzled, Zhang Tianba, who is as strong as the Blood Demon Sect, has been turned into this pattern!"

A Tianjianmen disciple whispered.

"It's too strong, and the Supreme can't go out, who will compete with him."

Many people were amazed.

"Little bastard, wait for Lao Tzu, you who are bound to be hunted by my Blood Evil Sect have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth."

Leaving a ruthless sentence, Zhang Tianba stood up and ran away, daring to fight Yang Xuan again.

"Have you forgotten what I said, I said, it only takes one sword to kill you."

Yang Xuan shuttled through the void, intercepted Zhang Tianba in front, and took out the Tai A sword.

As soon as this sword came out, there were thousands of rays of light, and strands of golden light were released, making many Tianjianmen disciples unable to open their eyes.

"This sword is..."

Zhang Tianba trembled all over, his mouth was trembling, and he couldn't even speak.

With his eyesight, he could see at a glance that the grade of Tai Ajian was much higher than that of Tianjianmen's Peerless Sword.

Juesheng Sword, a middle-grade sword, in other words, Tai A Sword is very likely to be a top-grade sword.

In the Shenwu Continent, high-grade artifacts are extremely rare and rare, and the only few are controlled by the supreme powers of all parties, but now, Yang Xuan actually owns one, which makes Zhang Tianba feel cold all over his body, and his soul is not possessed.

"This is a top-grade divine sword, the name of the sword is Tai Ah, you can die under this sword, and you will die without regret."

Yang Xuan said coldly, stepping out three steps in a row, the person came to Zhang Tianba.

"So fast!"

Zhang Tianba turned pale in horror, and hurriedly moved his body sideways, not to mention how strong Yang Xuan was, the Tai A sword in his hand was enough to ignore all defenses.

"This son's strength is far superior to me, and he is holding a magic weapon, and I am injured again, so I must leave quickly."

Zhang Tianba's anger completely disappeared, and there was only endless fear.

"Want to go?"

Yang Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he rushed over nine steps in a row. The speed was more than ten times higher than before. In just a moment, he held the Tai A sword and wiped it from Zhang Tianba's neck.

puff!

A big head fell in response, and there was still a deep sense of unwillingness and panic on that face, as if he didn't expect that he couldn't even take Yang Xuan's sword.

"died!"

"It's really a sword, clean and neat!"

"Is this his true strength?"

The disciples of Tianjianmen lost their minds for a while, and looked at Yang Xuan, as if they were looking at a monster, and only monsters can burst out such shocking combat power.

"Amazing!"

Yun Tiange knew that Yang Xuan was very strong, but when he saw him kill Zhang Tianba with a single sword, it was still difficult for him to calm down.

"is this real?"

Lu Yuanfeng and Lin Xianxue were equally restless in their hearts. They stared blankly at Yang Xuan, who was standing proudly in mid-air. It was this white-clothed boy who killed Zhang Tianba and other murderers with one sword. It felt like pinching an ant to death. Simple and effortless.

"High-grade Divine Sword, it really lives up to its reputation!"

Only Yuan Hong was staring at the Tai A sword in Yang Xuan's hand.

With such magical weapons in hand, coupled with a powerful body and speed, Yang Xuan's strength has exponentially increased exponentially. Killing the powerful in the realm of divine power is no disadvantage. Have to avoid it for now.

brush!

Under the gazes of everyone, Yang Xuan put away Tai Ajian, floated down from the sky, and landed firmly in front of Yuan Hong and Yun Tiange.

"Yang Shaoxia's kindness, Yuan will never forget it."

Yuan Hong clasped his fists, his face was full of gratitude, if it wasn't for Yang Xuan's help today, all of them would have died.

"Don't be too polite. Yun Tiange, Lin Xianxue, and Lu Yuanfeng are friends. When friends are in trouble, I naturally can't stand by."

Yang Xuan smiled and waved his hand.

"Thank you Yang Shaoxia."

I don't know who spoke first, and then all the disciples of Tianjianmen gave Yang Xuan a salute.

"Thank you, Brother Yang."

Here, Yun Tiange and Lu Yuanfeng also bowed to thank them.

"You two are welcome."

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to support the two of them.

"Haha, it's said that scholars should be treated with admiration for three days, but your progress must be too great!"

Lin Xianxue pursed her lips and smiled, but she couldn't hide the shock in her eyes, as if she couldn't believe that Yang Xuan in front of her was really the young man who went deep into the wild and ancient land with them.

"There is an opportunity, so the cultivation base has been diligent."

Yang Xuan smiled and didn't say much about this question. His eyes fell on Yun Tiange and asked, "Brother Yun, do you know the current situation of our Sword God Palace?"

"this……"

Yun Tiange hesitated to speak, but Lu Yuanfeng said, "Brother Yang doesn't know anything, just a few days ago, your Sword God Palace has opened the mountain protection formation."

"Why is this?"

Yang Xuan changed color. It has been more than a thousand years since the establishment of the Sword God Palace. There are only a handful of times that the mountain protection formation has been opened, and every time the formation is opened, it means that the sect is in danger of destruction.

What worries Yang Xuan the most is that his parents, his lover, and friends are all in the Sword God Palace. Once the mountain protection formation of the Sword God Palace is breached, the consequences will be disastrous.

Yang Xuan couldn't imagine that if any of his parents and Su Ziyao and the others had three strengths and two weaknesses, he would go crazy.

"Brother Yang, don't be in a hurry, the mountain protection formation of your faction is indestructible. Although there are many foreign enemies, it will be difficult to break them in a short time."

Lu Yuanfeng said.

"foreign enemy?"

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes, and a terrifying cold light shot out from the depths of his pupils. He resisted his anger and asked, "Brother Lu, tell me, who or what forces dare to fight against my Sword God Palace."

"It is the Wuji Demon Sect, the Blood Demon Sect, and the Yin Ghost Sect. A large number of masters from the three major sects came out a few days ago, and they invaded the Sword God Palace in a big way, forcing the noble faction to open the mountain protection formation. I heard that the old man of Sword God went out. The enemy was wounded."

"This is impossible."

"Alas, the three major sects all have a supreme leader, and they still rely on the divine weapon to leave. No matter how strong the sword god and his old man are, it is difficult to deal with one enemy and three."

"Let's not talk about this, how many of you have news about my master, the war king?"

For some reason, an extremely bad premonition rose in Yang Xuan's heart. It is reasonable to say that the Master and the War King were shocked, the Promise Demon Sect, the Blood Demon Sect, and the Ghost Sect should not be so rampant.

Hearing Yang Xuan mention Battle King, Yuan Hong, Yun Tiange, Lin Xianxue, Lu Yuanfeng, and those disciples of Tianjianmen, their faces all showed grief and anger.

"What happened to my master?"

Yang Xuan frowned, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger.

"Brother Yang grieves and changes, King of War, he... he is dead!"

Lu Yuanfeng sighed.

The war king Yi Wuya, the first person in the Shenwu Continent, in the turbulent times of ancient times, used the power of one person to frighten ten thousand clans, destroy the strong outside the realm, and prop up the sky for hundreds of millions of clans. A very sad thing.

"My master... is dead!"

Yang Xuanru was struck by lightning. He never imagined that the day he returned, he would receive such an extremely heavy news.

This was a bolt from the blue, Yang Xuan was distraught, and could no longer control his body, he fell to the ground with a thud, his whole being as if he had lost his soul.

The king of war, with unparalleled talent, he became famous at a young age, and he was called the emperor early.

If there is no accident, he will be able to pass the fairy gate and be ranked in the fairy class.

Who would have known that at the height of the sun, he was seriously injured in a battle with a strong foreigner, and he had to make a desperate attempt to open the gate of life and death, in order to change his life against the sky. Unfortunately, in the end, he was unsuccessful, leaving only a remnant of the soul, sleeping all year round in The space inside the Supreme Monument.

What's even more tragic is that after the battle with the spirit transformation of the devil under the Eternal Demon Pit, his beloved Long Youlan did not hesitate to consume a lot of life essence in order to prolong his life, and he could only watch helplessly. The confidante of the past has gray hair in an instant, and his face is no longer.

Looking at the world, Yang Xuan is the person who knows the master and the war king best, and he was sad for him. Now that he learned the bad news of his passing, the grief in his heart can be imagined.

"No, this won't be true, how could my master die?"

Yang Xuanhun couldn't hold back and shook his head, unable to believe the news of the death of the master, the war king.