Eternal Demon Monarch

Liu Yuan is disdainful, and his face is not angry but rather happy, he is afraid that Yang Xuan blindly dodges, so it is really not easy for him to win Yang Xuan.

When the person was on the way, he grabbed it with his bare hands, and a icy divine force turned into a large net of several feet, and headed towards Yang Xuan as a hood.

This is not a secret technique, but an application of divine force. Once Yang Xuan is enveloped by the divine force net, he will become a turtle in the urn, and it will be difficult to break free.

Shua!

Blood light bursts out, Yang Xuan urges blood wings, the speed suddenly skyrocketed several times, a flap of wings leaps into the air, and the oncoming divine force swept high in the air, the action is vigorous and swift .

“What!”

Liu Yuan was shocked. With such a close blow, he thought that Yang Xuan was inevitable. Who knew that this kid suddenly had both ribs. A pair of blood-colored giant wings came out and rushed to the sky in an instant, fast and unimaginable.

“What is that, some kind of Martial Spirit!?”

The crowd was in an uproar, all staring at Yang Xuan’s blood wings.

This pair of blood-colored giant wings spread out to be a full seven or eight meters in size, and the whole body is like blood crystals condensed, exuding a dazzling blood-colored brilliance, giving people a very strange feeling.

“Baby, what is that?”

In Feitianzhou, Ye Feiyang asked.

Although the others did not speak, they all looked towards the baby.

They are no strangers to Yang Xuan, the pair of scarlet giant wings.

After all, Yang Xuan had used it during the battle with Jia Haiyun not long ago, but they couldn’t tell whether it was Martial Spirit or not.

The baby hasn’t answered yet, Jiu Mingkong’s shocked voice sounded, “This is the blood wing of Blood Race, kid, you are really amazing, didn’t expect you to be a Blood Race!”

“What, he is a Blood Race martial artist!”

“This impossible, isn’t Blood Race extinct long ago!?”

Everyone is shocked , Blood Race was dead in the World War 100,000 years ago. Unexpectedly, today, a Blood Race boy was born suddenly.

“I am a standard Human Race. As for this pair of wings, they are indeed the blood wings of Blood Race.”

Yang Xuan calmly said.

“talk nonsense, if you are not Blood Race, why can you have the Innate Divine Ability of Blood Race!”

Hato Mingkong obviously doesn’t believe it, not only he doesn’t believe it, but everyone else does not believe it.

“Fortunately, you are still the master of a village. Why are you so ignorant. Haven’t you heard of the first embrace of Blood Race?”

“First embrace, you mean there is Blood Race powerhouse embraced you for the first time, and gave you blood wings!”

“Just so.”

The voice is still there, Yang Xuan flaps his wings, pupil light locks Liu Yuan, slammed down with a punch.

“Whether you are Blood Race or Human Race, I have to suppress you today.”

Liu Yuan roared, and there was a snowy long knife in his hand.

He ran the divine force with a horizontal knife to the sky to resist Yang Xuan’s fist.

“Idiot!”

A sneer appeared at the corners of Yang Xuan’s mouth. His fleshy body is strong, but it can’t compete with the divine force powerhouse without using Qilin Arm. .

But it doesn’t matter, he has many methods.

For example, the flame Martial Spirit, almost at the same time Liu Yuan swings the knife, the golden light flashed on his fist, bursting out a large golden flame, illuminating the sky, rays of light flaming.

“Golden flame, is this some kind of mutated flame Martial Spirit!”

“Not only mutated flame Martial Spirit, but also legendary holy Martial Spirit, and only holy Martial Spirit can burst into such terrifying temperature.”

Many people exclaimed again and again, thinking that the golden flame is some kind of martial spirit.

Obviously, they guessed wrong.

This is the Martial Spirit of flame, yes, but there is a strong and pure Sun Zhenyuan in it. The temperature is much higher than the pure Supreme-Yang True Fire, burning everything.

Divine force powerhouse may be fine with a little bit, but if it is touched by a large area, you will have to peel off without death.

hong long!

The golden flames pouring down, facing the storm, suddenly turning into a golden Fire Dragon.

This is a fire control technique!

In the past, it was difficult for Yang Xuan to complete it in such a short time.

But he comprehended Profound Truth of Fire, controlling the flame like a finger, have the words at hand.