Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Yang Xuan certainly didn't know. In Ye Sheng's eyes, he had become a stepping stone for him to obtain money and compete for the position of patriarch.

"Young man, you're in trouble. This boy can't be used by anyone. If I guess correctly, he should be the kind of person who has reached a level of mastery of power. More than 80% of such people are professional killers." When ye Sheng squeezed his hand with his spiritual power, Xingyun showed an expression of schadenfreude and said to Yang Xuan.

It's not that he doesn't want to help Yang Xuan. It's just that he's a respected person to deal with an unworthy young man. It's really a bit down. And the realm of Ye Sheng is lower than Yang Xuan. It's not difficult for Yang Xuan to deal with it.

Although Yang Xuan felt very uncomfortable with this spiritual squeeze, in fact, its power was not strong. Yang Xuan clenched his fist with one hand and smashed it on the invisible spiritual force pushed towards him. The wall collapsed in an instant. But just when Yang Xuan thought it was over, the broken wall burst open again, breaking Yang Xuan's clothes.

Seeing this, Ye Sheng was surprised and said, "yes, I have some skills. After hitting my blade wall, I didn't get hurt."

Yang Xuan smiled faintly. His body disappeared in place and then appeared in front of Ye Sheng.

The momentum was strong and heavy, and a non fancy punch hit Ye Sheng, but ye holy spirit skillfully leaned back to avoid. But this did not end. Seeing that his fist had failed, Yang Xuan immediately sent the tip of his elbow forward. The goal was still Ye Sheng's face.

Ye Sheng stretched out his hand to block it, and suddenly felt his arm numb.

"Strong guy? It's easiest to deal with people like you." Ye Shengzi thought that he had found out the details of Yang Xuan. With a smile, the whole person slipped behind Yang Xuan like a loach, changed his palm into a knife and cut off the back neck of Yang Xuan.

But Yang Xuan's speed was not slow. When he turned back, Ye Sheng's blow failed again, and the price of the blow was not easy. There was a pain in his hand and wrist.

Then Yang Xuan reached out to grab Ye Sheng's arm. Ye Sheng's body method is obviously very good. If you don't limit him, you can't play the game of cat and mouse with Ye Sheng with Yang Xuan's half hanging seven-star footwork.

"Since you are strong, other aspects are weak." Ye Sheng said, and a short knife appeared between his palms. He moved his steps and rushed to Yang Xuan's face. Two short knives flew in the air like two butterflies, with silver light.

The silver light is beautiful, but Yang Xuan knows that there are all kinds of crises hidden in it. The short knife stabbed Yang Xuan's eyes. Yang Xuan swept it and ran away with Ye Sheng's arms.

It's not a good deal to trade your arms for your eyes. But no matter whether it was cost-effective or not, Ye Sheng withdrew his hands at the last minute. He stepped back two steps and looked at Yang Xuan.

The young man in front of him is not as decisive and calm as he should be at his age. Even Ye Sheng, who came from the killer's family, is worse than Yang Xuan.

Ye Sheng frowned and rushed forward again. His body soared into the air and kicked Yang Xuan's throat with his toes. Yang Xuan quickly raised his arms and pressed Ye Sheng's toes down, but a sharp blade suddenly jumped out of the front end of the boot on Ye Sheng's foot. The blade glittered with purple light, which was obviously poisoned.

However, Yang Xuan's arms forced fiercely and pressed Ye Sheng's legs down.

But as soon as Ye Sheng's toes hit the ground, his upper body rushed towards Yang Xuan and elbowed at Yang Xuan's face. Yang Xuan leaned back to avoid, but Ye Sheng's elbow tip also jumped out of a sharp blade.

"Are you a Hedgehog?" Yang Xuan bites the sharp blade with his teeth and scolds Ye Sheng.

A few drops of liquid from the sharp blade dropped into Yang Xuan's mouth and made his tongue numb. It was obvious that there was a strong poison in it.

Yang Xuan quickly spit out the venom, but he didn't hurry any more.

Seeing that Yang Xuan suddenly stopped moving, Ye Sheng thought Yang Xuan meant to be soft, so he said, "ha ha ha, smelly boy, do you know it's wrong? No matter how strong you are, as long as I'm fast enough, I can still kill you like walking a dog."

"Really?" Yang Xuan disdained to smile, but did not continue to speak.

When ye Sheng saw Yang Xuan's calm face, he disdained and said, "hum, what else can you do except play tricks?" With that, he rushed towards Yang Xuan again.

This time, until Ye Sheng came to Yang Xuan less than a meter away, Yang Xuan still didn't move. The short knife in Ye Sheng's hand looked at Yang Xuan's throat and made everyone around hold their breath.

In fact, most of the people present are more optimistic about Yang Xuan. The young man who didn't know where he came from was furious when he shot. That kind of momentum was not available to many people who had been fighting for decades or hundreds of years.

Ye Sheng's heart sank when he saw that Yang Xuan didn't move. But after all, he is a killer, so he must not hesitate when shooting, otherwise he must die first. The short knife in his hand glanced at Yang Xuan's throat, but he had raised his vigilance in his heart and was ready to guard against the back hand that Yang Xuan might hide.

He has locked Yang Xuan's throat with divine consciousness. As long as Yang Xuan is still in front of him, he can't escape his attack. The short knife in his hand is less than ten centimeters from Yang Xuan's throat, but Yang Xuan is still motionless.

This made Ye Sheng's heart rise a somewhat absurd idea: "this smelly boy, don't you want to die?"

But the idea was soon thrown out of his head by him, and the short knife in his hand was still close to Yang Xuan's neck. It was almost a matter in the blink of an eye. The short knife in Ye Sheng's hand was less than a centimeter from Yang Xuan's neck, and Ye Sheng was secretly happy in his heart. In such a short distance, no matter Yang Xuan's great ability, it was impossible to avoid his own attack.

But just a little distracted, when ye Sheng came back to God again, he found something that shocked him.

One second later, Yang Xuan was still in front of him and was firmly locked by his divine knowledge, but the next second, Yang Xuan had disappeared.

The knife in his hand passed through the air and was retracted as fast as he could. He felt that the cold hairs on his body were neutral in a moment, and there was a trace of coolness on his back.

Just then, he felt a familiar breath behind him. The breath also said with a somewhat ironic voice: "do you think you are fast? Let's see if you are fast or I am fast."