"Beast, I want you to die!"
Hearing the news that he was getting closer and closer behind him, the strong man with scar face knew that he could not escape. He was also cruel. The fierce light in his eyes was exposed. Turning around was a sweep of thousands of troops. He rose up and cut Yang Xuan with all his strength.
Dang!
Yang Xuan lifted his right arm faster than lightning and grabbed the incoming long knife. A harsh sound of gold and iron came from the collision between the palm and the long knife.
"No, it''s impossible..." the scar faced man was stupid.
"Break!" Yang Xuan twisted his big hand violently, and a powerful force broke out like a mountain flood.
Click!
A top-grade spirit knife broke at the sound, half of which was firmly held in his hand by Yang Xuan, and half of which was held in his hand by a strong man with scar face.
"Monster, this boy is a monster!"
Nearby, many besiegers scattered birds and animals and dared not approach Yang Xuan again.
"Who the hell are you?"
The strong man with scar face trembled uncontrollably, and his heart was in a panic. Even the indestructible top-grade spirit knife was broken. What kind of power is this and how to fight!?
"Dead!" Yang Xuan didn''t answer, and spit out a word.
It was such a simple word, but it seemed like the voice of death. Yang Xuan''s right arm vibrated and his half truncated knife waved. With a gorgeous knife light flashing, the strong man with scar face staggered back and looked like dead gray.
"You are so cruel!"
"No poison, no husband."
"I, I''m like a fierce ghost..."
Before the strong man with scar face finished speaking, a scarlet blood suddenly appeared on his throat. With a bang, a round head slipped out, and his face was full of unwilling and resentment.
But no matter how unwilling he is and how bitter he is, his life has been ended.
"Gollum!"
Wang Xiaokun and many other onlookers swallowed their saliva. They couldn''t believe the scene in front of them was true.
"Run away!" a group of people who besieged Yang Xuan ran desperately, one by one eager to have two more legs.
"Now that you''re here, you don''t have to go."
Together with his killing intention, Yang Xuan no longer converged. His body turned into a residual shadow and chased him down.
He has decided to kill all these people and frighten the latecomers.
"Don''t..." a scream came to an abrupt end.
Yang Xuan was merciless. He broke his knife in his hand. A young man in royal clothes splashed blood and flesh from his forehead to his belly. The whole man was almost cut into two bloody pieces and died on the spot.
This man definitely has the cultivation of returning to the same country, but in this mountain, he only has the body. How can he compete with Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan killed one person with a knife. He didn''t stop. His speed was too fast. He jumped on the stone steps like a cheetah.
Poop poop!!!
A flash of knife light killed more than a dozen people in the twinkling of an eye, while other talents escaped only more than a dozen meters away.
"Young man, you''ve gone too far..."
An old man with white temples was frightened out of his wits and roared when he saw Yang Xuan kill him with a knife.
"Have you finished your last words?"
With a cold and heartless voice, Yang Xuan arrived in an instant and cut down with a knife.
The old man was terrified and tried to block the blow with a long sword in his hand.
Click!
The long sword broke, and then a knife light, as fast as electricity, passed over his throat, and a head flew out.
"The devil, he is the devil."
"Why are the people below still cold? Kill them together!"
A group of people who ran away shouted loudly, and some even shouted for help to Zhao Mingyu and others below. However, Zhao Mingyu and others had already been deterred by Yang Xuan''s terrorist combat power and ferocious means, how dare they cross the thunder pool half a step, and even many people were timid and quickly retreated down.
"I''m invincible on this peak. You''ll all die."
Yang Xuan twisted a half cut-off knife and rushed down with murderous steps.
He is not a murderous man, but in order not to disturb his father, he doesn''t mind turning into a devil and killing everywhere.
"No, don''t kill me."
"Spare my life, I was wrong..."
Under the sound of hysterical ghosts crying and wolves howling, Yang Xuan reaped fresh lives one by one. He was like an indefatigable fierce beast. No one could take his knife wherever he passed.
A group of fugitives were either killed by him or beheaded by him. It''s very hot and ruthless.
However, when the rabbit rises and the bird falls, there are only a dozen people left of hundreds of people. All of them are scared out of their minds and sit on the ground.
"Young people, let them go, they..."
At the bottom, the old and powerful people who lived in the meteorite realm couldn''t see it anymore, but they changed their face before they finished their words. They saw Yang Xuan shaking and cutting down more than a dozen people to the ground like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
"Dead!"
"Just by the flesh, one person can kill hundreds of people. Where is this evil god?"
Many onlookers were shocked and stared at Yang Xuan standing proudly in the blood sea corpse mountain.
A white dress is no longer white and flawless. It is stained with blood. It is the blood of others. It is scarlet.
On his face, he was also stained by blood. In his eyes, there was a faint flicker of blood, which made him more and more fierce.
Kill God!
This is a real killing God!
Many spectators were shocked and frightened, and none of them regarded Yang Xuan as a person.
"The play is over, you can roll down." Yang Xuan lowered his head and looked down at the crowd below.
"Boy, you are too arrogant!" many people look ugly and can''t stand such words.
"People are not frivolous and waste their youth. If you don''t accept it, come up and fight with me." Yang Xuan is domineering and strong.
"Young man, it should be noted that there are people outside, and there are people outside."
An elder strongman whose life fell to the top of the realm couldn''t bear it, shouted angrily.
"I need you to teach me how to do it?"
With a cold drink, Yang Xuan took a bloody knife and strode down: "I count three times. After three times, if you don''t retreat, you will be my enemy."
"Go!" someone exclaimed, and then countless people hurried back.
No one doubts Yang Xuan''s words, because he is a murderous God who regards human life as grass mustard.
"Brother Wang, let''s go." Zhao Mingyu didn''t dare to stay long and ran all the way.
"Three, two...".
"Listen to me. Whoever dares to approach me for 100 meters will be killed."
Put down a cruel word, Yang Xuan began to clean the battlefield and got a lot of storage rings. Then he strode up and finally stood halfway up the mountain.
At the same time, more and more people came to the mountain, but no one dared to climb it.
Because they all learned from others that there was a murderous God on the mountain to stop anyone trying to climb the mountain.
For a time, the crowd shook, and many people chose to stand still. After all, so many people at the foot of the mountain dare not climb the mountain. Presumably, the people on the mountain must be extremely vicious and difficult to deal with.
However, a few people don''t think so. They climb mountains in groups.
Needless to say, they all died on the mountain, and a series of heartbreaking screams came down, making people''s legs and stomach soft.
Many latecomers realized that there was really a murderous God on the mountain.
But why stop them from climbing?
This made people wonder. At the same time, some people were curious about the identity of the boy above and talked about it one after another.
"Elder, what is the origin of the boy above?"
"I don''t know."
"I see."
"What, you know him!"
"Come on, who the hell is he?"
At this moment, countless people, including Zhao Mingyu and Wang Xiaokun, surrounded a tall, thin and ugly man in yellow.
The man in yellow was surrounded by the crowd, and his head was sweating.
"Shit, are you dumb? Hurry up!" someone said impatiently.
The man in yellow took a deep breath, slightly calmed down, and then said, "everyone, he should be Yang Xuan, the sword palace!"
"Are you serious?" the whole audience was in an uproar.
At a young age, Yang Xuan of the sword Temple pressed all the venerable people and ascended to the top of the supreme list. It has been spread for a long time.
Looking at the whole Zhongzhou, I''m afraid no one doesn''t know Yang Xuan''s taboo.
"His age and appearance are wrong. Are you sure he is Yang Xuan?" someone looked at the man in yellow suspiciously.
"Alas, please don''t be confused by his appearance. If I guess right, he''s definitely easy to look."
The man in yellow came from the huge island and even simply said that Yang Xuan took the five-color beads.
"Stealth treasure, can''t be wrong, it must be him."
Zhao Mingyu''s voice was very cold. He had wondered when there was such a terrible young genius in Zhongzhou, but it wouldn''t be strange if the man was Yang Xuan, the sword palace. After all, Yang Xuan was famous for his strong body.
"Yang Xuan, so he is Yang Xuan!"
The mood of the crowd fluctuated and could not be calm for a long time.
It is inconceivable that a 17-year-old boy could kill all climbers on his own.
This is what courage, what courage, really teach people mind turbulence, incredible.
Whoosh whoosh!!!
Suddenly, bursts of broken air came from a distance.
The crowd turned and looked. Because the distance was too far, they could only see the black spots all over the sky.
After a while, all the black spots became a group of more than 30 people in black. Although there was still some distance, everyone present could clearly feel the cold breath on these people in black, just like a fierce ghost.
"The people from the hell gate are coming!" someone said in a low voice, because the people coming are the martial arts of the hell gate. This is a famous cruel role, which makes people stay away.
"The leader is Chen Hanlin, the strong one in the five Heaven of the divine power realm. With his hand, Yang Xuan will die."
A ferocious smile appeared at the corners of Zhao Mingyu''s mouth.
"Have you ever seen Yang Xuan?"
A group of martial arts of the Yin ghost sect came fiercely and soon came to the foot of the mountain. Chen Hanlin, the leader, drank and asked.
"Elder Chen, Yang Xuan is here..."
Zhao Mingyu stepped out quickly, but before he finished, a arrogant voice came from the hillside.
"I''m here. You old dog can come up if you''re not afraid of death."