Eternal Demon Monarch

Feng Haoran was frightened, and stepped back again and again, and in the end he even retreated to the side.

This scene was shocking, but everyone was relieved after thinking about it.

Everyone asks themselves, knowing that if you change to be yourself, you will inevitably make the same choice as Feng Haoran.

“Waste!”

Yang Xuan kept walking, walking side by side with Xie Feng all the way, taunted in his mouth.

“Hoho!”

Feng Haoran’s eyes were cracking, his upper and lower teeth rattled, and his heart seemed to be pierced by a knife, constantly dripping With blood.

He knew that Yang Xuan was scolding him for trash, ruthless in front of the world.

But it was taken in the power of Yang Xuan. He, the Feng Family Young Master, dare not respond.

“Really strong!”

The crowd stared blankly at Yang Xuan and Xie Feng as they drifted away, and they were speechless for a long time.

Although Xie Feng did not turn his head, he could not keep calm after hearing the silence behind him.

This is strength. In the face of absolute strength, even in the face of the temptation of Divine Sword, no one dares to cross the thunder pool half a step.

“Young Master!”

Here, a group of dozens of people came and flocked to Feng Haoran. Needless to say, these people are Feng Family martial artists, a white headed by them. The robed old man even has the cultivation base of Divine Force Peak, and he is imposing manner.

“People haven’t walked far, I wonder if Feng Haoran will?”

“One sword kills Wu Manshan in a second, how terrifying is that kid’s strength, Feng Haoran must dare to act blindly without Thinking, absolutely bode ill rather than well.”

People are heads to ears, and their eyes fall on Feng Haoran.

Feng Haoran is no one beside him, his face is gloomy and uncertain, hesitating whether to hunt Yang Xuan, if he can kill Yang Xuan, he will undoubtedly get a Divine Sword.

But what if you can’t kill it?

“If you want to kill me as soon as possible, otherwise I can go far.”

In the distance, an indifferent voice came from Yang Xuan’s mouth, although it was Facing the crowd, he knew exactly what was going on behind him.

“Young Master, who is that kid?”

The white robed old man frowned and asked, their entire group went deep into the ruins to meet the wind, and they didn’t know about Divine Sword.

“He has a Divine Sword on his body.”

Feng Haoran said bitterly.

“What, Divine Sword, the old man will take Divine Sword for Young Master.”

“Don’t go, you are not his opponent.”

“It’s just a kid from the Peak, Young Master didn’t laugh?”

“Wu Manshan was killed by him, killed with a sword, and the body is there now.”

white The robed old man looked in the direction of Feng Haoran’s fingers, and he saw Wu Manshan’s cold body at a glance, and his body was shocked.

Wu Manshan, he knows that this is a real murderer. Although his cultivation base is equivalent to him, he really wants to fight life and death, and he will definitely die in the end.

But now, Wu Manshan is dead and killed instantly by a sword.

The white robed old man didn’t doubt Feng Haoran, but it was incredible that a low-minded kid with a cultivation base killed Wu Manshan in seconds.

“Gone!”

“Ai, let’s go, maybe that kid is really Yang Xuan, capable enough to sweep any martial artist below the supreme.”

all around, the crowd dispersed one after another, Yang Xuan and Xie Feng have gone away and disappeared from their sight. It is useless for them to stay here. It is better to search carefully in the ruins, maybe you can find a Divine Item.

The ruins are not only big, but also a place too Ancient Battlefield. There will never be less treasures left. Since Xie Feng can find Divine Sword from under the ruins, they can also gain something as long as they are lucky enough.

Chapter 670 A big pit

In the vast ruins, rocks stand tall, rubble is everywhere, and vegetation is withered.

It is conceivable how magnificent and vast it was in the ancient times, but now it is desolate and desolate. Apart from the human bones that can be seen everywhere, it is rare to meet a person.

Under a broken wall, two figures are sitting against the wall. It is Yang Xuan and Xie Feng.

The former is holding his chin, looking far away, as if thinking.

The latter form seals with his eyes closed and secretly adjust his breath.

In an escape, although Xie Feng did not suffer any injuries, whether it is divine force, physical strength, or spirit strength, it consumes a lot of money. Under physical and mental exhaustion, he urgently needs to restore his body to the Peak state.