Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

The crowd had a spirit of fighting among street hooligans. They covered each other and kept pulling, so that Yang Xuan couldn't even touch them.

But after a confrontation with Yang Xuan, they also know. Yang Xuan's flame is definitely not easy to provoke, and he doesn't dare to collide with Yang Xuan easily. Yang Xuan was not in a hurry. He stood quietly in the center of the crowd and looked at the people with a smile.

"Ling fengsha!!!" The sharp voice came from behind Yang Xuan's brain, making Yang Xuan's back bristle. Behind him, a man in Tsing Yi, holding a pair of short daggers, pointed directly at Yang Xuan's back heart. Yang Xuan quickly displayed the power of the Dragon elephant and blocked the attack of the man in green with a golden awn.

But even so, Yang Xuan still felt that a ray of sword Qi passed through Yang Xuan's flesh and blood, entered Yang Xuan's heart pulse, and began to destroy it wantonly.

In an instant, Yang Xuan's heart pulse was stirred into a paste.

Yang Xuan turned around and hit the man in blue, and unexpectedly burst his arm. Another sword was waved, and one leg of the man in Tsing Yi was cut off.

The man in green gave out a miserable howl and fell towards the ground. In an instant, nine people become eight.

"Brothers, give it to me." The leader of the Golden Elephant sect shouted loudly. He knew the power of the move of the man in blue just now, and he could see it from Yang Xuan's expression. It was obvious that he was not feeling well at this time.

But at this time, Yang Xuan made an action that everyone couldn't help swallowing. He tore open his chest, removed one of the ribs, pulled off the heart pulse, and then reinstalled the ribs.

The crowd suddenly took a breath of air conditioning. Even if it didn't happen to them, they still felt a burst of pain. But the expression on Yang Xuan's face did not change at all. Just like people who had nothing to do, he looked at the people again and asked contemptuously, "is this over?"

In his chest, the heart pulse grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wound on his chest healed again without leaving a trace.

The power of the God of war has run to the fourth level. If it goes further, it will be the highest fifth level. Even if only four times his strength, Yang Xuan's strength has reached a terrible level. Even if a monk of the venerable level touches him, he will be defeated.

The flesh and blood that had just been blasted by Yang Xuan was instantly absorbed by Yang Xuan, and his breath became stronger. Under the blood sacrifice, anything with blood can enhance Yang Xuan's strength.

The experience of the man in Tsing Yi still hovered in everyone's mind. Although his body was weak, he was also a monk in the eighth realm. He was easily beaten by Yang Xuan. It was really scary. But what makes people feel more terrible is Yang Xuan's abnormal resilience. Even the fierce beast with strong body is far less than Yang Xuan.

However, under the power of the God of war, we can't help but improve our strength very quickly, and the speed of recovering from the injury has become extremely terrible. As long as they are not cut down with bones, almost all injuries can be recovered in an instant under the fourth blessing of the power of the God of war.

Yang Xuan took out a daguiyuan pill and threw it into his mouth. The spiritual power in his body was replenished. Without considering the spiritual consumption, Yang Xuan had 200 daguiyuan pills here, which was enough to support Yang Xuan to exhaust his spiritual power and refill it 50 times.

Eight people, look at me and I look at you. They all start to be afraid. No one dares to take the lead in attacking Yang Xuan. They can't imagine why the strength of this young man who is just entering the eighth territory can be so terrible.

"Since you don't do it, it's my turn." Yang Xuan smiled and came to the back of the man in green robe. The black dragon horn came out of the scabbard and drank softly, "Ling Feng killed."

The tip of the sword fell on the green robed man's shoulder. The green robed man's face suddenly changed and hurriedly wanted to dodge. However, it was too late. The sharp wind Qi went into the flesh and blood, and a blood sword sputtered from his shoulder. Everyone knew that the bone on his shoulder had been broken. Even if he reached this strength, it could not be repaired in three or five days.

"Be careful, everyone. He can imitate our magic powers. Don't rush to show his magic powers in front of him." Seeing that Yang Xuan lost their combat effectiveness by learning from them, they immediately exclaimed.

The gold robed man's face sank and shouted at the bottom, "come and kill Yang Xuan for me."

For a moment, in the door of the Golden Elephant sect, dense monks flew up into the sky. Yang Xuan looked at the friars, smiled at the corners of his mouth and said, "are you finally willing to take it seriously?"

"Hum, I hope you can figure out what you have done." The gold robed man snorted coldly.

Yang Xuan said carelessly, "in that case, come on. If you want to fight, fight."

As he spoke, he rushed straight into the crowd and came to a friar. He punched him on the shoulder and broke his shoulder blade. Other people around rushed up and planned to besiege Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan opened it with a punch.

Yang Xuan's power has reached the level of venerable, and it is much more than ordinary venerable. The strength of those who besieged Yang Xuan was not weak, and the lowest was the seventh territory. If only the friars of the sixth territory didn't even have the qualification to fight here, they would be killed by the aftershocks brought by other people around.

There were 300 monks here. Obviously, they gathered all the seventh boundary monks of the whole Zhengqi League here.

More and more people rushed to Yang Xuan, but no matter who it was, they couldn't hold up a blow in front of Yang Xuan and lost their combat effectiveness. But they didn't mean to give up. They still shot at Yang Xuan one after another. Finally, almost every moment, hundreds of martial arts will rush to Yang Xuan.

At this time, Yang Xuan's eyebrows began to wrinkle. Although these friars were only something that could be solved with one blow to him, their martial arts skills were just painless to Yang Xuan. However, quantitative change produces qualitative change. It is the so-called ant killing elephant. Even Yang Xuan dare not connect hundreds of martial arts skills at the same time.

Seeing that Yang Xuan began to avoid, the people became excited. Because Yang Xuan's performance just now was so brave that they had the illusion that Yang Xuan was immortal in a trance. But now it seems that Yang Xuan is still a living person. He is also afraid of death and will die.

"The brothers are working hard. Yang Xuan will soon be at the end of his rope." Among the crowd, I don't know who shouted first. When others around heard it, they shouted one after another.