Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"How can this be?"

In Ba Dao Mansion, countless disciples looked at this scene with shock in their eyes.

"What a good boy, you actually have two levels of cultivation hidden, and I didn't even notice it."

Some elders looked at this scene with shocked expressions. Xiang Chen's cultivation was clearly at the peak of the fourth level of Xiaoyao. He was not at the second level of Xiaoyao. He had already entered the middle heaven level.

"Boy!"

Meng Ziqi, who was hit by a heavy punch and seriously injured, roared and roared.

However, at this moment, Xiang Chen's figure was like lightning, and he rushed over instantly, stomping hard on Meng Ziqi's chest.

Boom... Meng Ziqi screamed, his chest cracked! With a sound, the sternum was broken, blood spurted out from the whole person, and the person was driven deep into the stone wall.

At this time, Xiang Chen distanced himself and retreated, with his arms folded and the Dragon Palace Demon Sword suspended beside him.

Xiang Chen sarcastically said: "Thank you, Senior Brother Meng Zisun, for letting me take three moves. If I pass them, I will give you a chance to draw your sword."

The whole place was silent, and many people looked at this scene in shock.

This is not the case, it is clear that Xiang Chen's boxing skills completely crushed Meng Ziqi.

boom……

The stone rock wall exploded, and a figure surrounded by violent cyan thunder flew out in embarrassment, with its hair scattered and blood on its chest.

"Tang Yu, I'm going to kill you!!" Meng Ziqi swallowed a healing elixir. The medicine forcibly stabilized the injury and ensured the normal use of his true energy. A terrifying sword intent erupted from his body.

Front!

The sword was unsheathed, and a six-foot-long horse-killing sword appeared in his hand, exuding powerful sword energy. This was a ninth-grade spiritual sword.

"If you make me really angry, I will cut you into pieces and kill you!"

Meng Ziqi held a long sword in his hand, and his whole body instantly turned into a sword light to kill.

"Tsk, tsk, I'm so angry. I'm so scared."

Xiang Chen sneered and drew his sword in an instant. Meng Ziqi struck hundreds of sword rays in an instant, and his sword technique was astonishingly fast.

However, under the gaze of the Moon-Watching Eyes, Xiang Chen could clearly see every flash of his sword.

The huge Dragon's Demonic Sword was swung like a shield, and with a clanging sound, all the cyan sword light struck the Dragon's Demonic Sword, only to burst out sparks.

"Meng Zisun, your speed is not good enough, how about killing mosquitoes?" Xiang Chen sneered, while taking the block, he spoke to hurt Meng Ziqi's mood.

"Ah!! I'll kill you, Feng Lei!"

Meng Ziqi roared and waved his long knife. His whole body was instantly like a top. The light of the knife was so fast that it chopped into pieces of light wheels. The speed of the knife was comparable to that of a small electric motor.

Xiang Chen retreated decisively in an instant.

With a bang, the sword struck the ground, instantly creating a crater hundreds of meters wide.

Buzz!

The next moment, the rotating sword light shot towards Xiang Chen again.

Xiang Chen's knife was quietly held in his hand at this moment, inserted diagonally at his side, and he looked at the opponent's knife which was only a few hundred meters away from him.

"Iai drawing sword technique!"

Uh-huh!

At this moment, Xiang Chen drew his sword. This strike was only one strike, but this strike was already so fast that it almost surpassed the realm of Xiaoyao. The speed of the strike instantly reached fifty times the speed of sound.

When the wind and thunder sword light was still a hundred feet away from him, it suddenly collapsed and disappeared.

I saw blood splattering, and Meng Ziqi's arm holding the knife suddenly broke off. It was as smooth as a mirror, broken at shoulder level, and blood spurted out wildly.

"ah!!"

Meng Ziqi screamed, with fear in his eyes: "How can you have the heaven-level sword drawing skills of Ba Dao Mansion?"

Buzz!

Putting the knife into the scabbard behind his back, Xiang Chen sneered: "I have to thank your junior brother Qian Zhan for giving me the sword technique."

Xiang Chen's whole body collapsed again, and he punched hard again. Meng Ziqi, who had broken his arm, lost most of his strength in an instant. He was hit by this punch and retreated with blood.

Then, Xiang Chen stepped on his shoulder again. Under the force of the kick, the bones of his shoulder were instantly shattered, and Meng Ziqi's arms were crippled.

And Xiang Chen directly grabbed his neck, took Meng Ziqi in his hand, and raised it high.

At this moment, the whole place was in an uproar.

Mencius was defeated!

"Senior Brother Meng, how is this possible?" The disciples of the Batao Mansion stared wide-eyed, unable to believe this scene.

"Brother is mighty!"

Wang Ying and others raised their arms and roared.

Shangguan Jinghong also showed a smile.

"This kid, no wonder he can kill the seventeenth prince." Wang Qing frowned slightly.

"How could this happen...ah, how could this happen??"

Meng Ziqi was held in Xiang Chen's hand and roared unwillingly. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Xiang Chen threw Meng Ziqi to the ground like a dead dog, looked at Wang Qing with his eyes, and said indifferently: "Master Wang Qing, according to the rules, I defeated the core disciple, is it time to be promoted to the core?"

Wang Qing's face twitched, this kid was slapping himself in the face by asking this.

He had just been deprived of his status as a core disciple. Hey, before this stick of incense had time, Xiang Chen directly snatched Meng Ziqi's status as a core disciple.

Wang Qing looked calm and nodded: "According to the sect's regulations, it is true. You defeated Meng Ziqi and won his core disciple status."

"Hehe, I'm sorry to disappoint you." Xiang Chen sneered and looked at Meng Ziqi, who was unconscious on the ground, with a cold light in his eyes.

Suddenly, he stepped hard on Meng Ziqi's head.

"ah!"

Meng Ziqi screamed and his head was kicked into the ground.

"Little beast, what are you doing?"

Mencius's friends were furious,

"You deserve to be damned if you dare to target Brother Shangguan!" Xiang Chen said loudly and stepped hard one after another. Meng Ziqi's face was almost completely crushed, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he was dying before Xiang Chen stopped.

"Shangguan Jinghong!"

Everyone in the Ba Dao Mansion looked at Shangguan Jinghong, the senior brother, with resentment. It must have been his instigation.

"Stop, don't kill him!" Wang Qing shouted coldly. In fact, he wanted Xiang Chen to kill him. If Xiang Chen killed him, he could kill Xiang Chen right away and justly.

Unfortunately, Xiang Chen failed in this plan and failed to kill Meng Ziqi.

Shangguan Jinghong frowned slightly, but didn't say much.

Xiang Chen soared into the sky and landed in the mountain stream. He cupped his fists at Shangguan Jinghong and said, "Senior Brother Shangguan, you are fortunate to have lived up to your fate."

Shangguan Jinghong smiled lightly and said, "I didn't expect your martial arts strength to be so advanced."

"No, it's not about comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, body and beauty." Xiang Chen smiled lightly and snorted in his heart.

Shangguan Jinghong looked at the master of Wang Qing Hall and said: "Elder Wang Qing, this time Tang Yu relied on his own strength to win the core identity. Elder, you won't take it away again, right?"

The master of Wang Qing Palace said indifferently: "How could this happen? Tang Yu's status as a core disciple was restored immediately."

Shangguan Jinghongpi smiled and said: "That's good, thank you very much. I have to trouble Palace Master Wang to arrange the mountain residence for my brothers. I hope I won't treat you badly."

"Don't worry, I will definitely arrange the best accommodation for them."

Wang Qing had a cold look in his eyes. He looked at the new disciples around him and said: "On the first day of joining the sect, I will take you to pay homage to the ancestor of my Tyrant Sect. All new disciples come with me."

Wang Qing waved his sleeves and flew away, and other disciples followed him one after another.