"Ah!" the eagle nose old man screamed, and his body faltered and fell.


    "Death!" Yang Xuan took a step, bullied him, punched him with extreme strength, instantly ended his life and beat his head to pieces.


    WOW!


    A stream of blood mixed with white brain splashed out, making Yang Xuan covered all over, making him more and more terrible, like a demon God.


    On him, the smell of evil spread like an ocean.


    In an instant, the four sides were silent, and there was a slaughter between heaven and earth, which made people almost crazy.


    Watching the battle, the people were nervous and retreated involuntarily. Some people with low cultivation even mixed garlic under their feet and fell to the ground. Their faces were extremely white. They just felt that their hearts were about to stop beating and felt suffocated.


    "It''s impossible..."


    The rest of the martial arts of the Yin ghost sect were stunned. No one expected that Yang Xuan rabbit killed most of their companions when he got up and fell. Even the outer sect elder with the highest cultivation among them was killed with one punch.


    "Go back."


    At this time, Sun Yan exclaimed.


    A group of martial arts practitioners of the Yin ghost sect came back to their senses and saw a figure rushing over with a towering evil spirit and playing a boxing shadow all over the sky.


    In an instant, one person was hit in the head, and the whole head was blown to pieces like a rotten watermelon. One person was pierced through the chest, and one half of his body was smashed. In addition, three people dodged in time and retreated with more than a dozen people behind him.


    "Ha ha, happy, really happy!"


    Yang Xuan''s long smile shook the air. His body didn''t stop. He galloped out and didn''t die


    However, in an instant, he pointed his hands together into a knife, waved forward and cut off the heads of the two martial arts masters of the Yin ghost sect, and two strands of blood rushed up, bringing out a large amount of blood, gorgeous and bloody.


    However, this is just the beginning.


    There was another rise and fall, and two more people were killed by him with fist power. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, just like entering a no man''s land.


    "Stop."


    Long Sun Yan was crazy and roaring. His killing intention was boiling. He wanted to tear Yang Xuan.


    However, his feet were as heavy as lead, and he didn''t dare to take a half step forward.


    Yang Xuan looked cold and stern. He ignored the eldest Sun Yan. Where his body passed, he either hit his fist or foot, or hit his shoulder against his knee.


    Poop poop!!!


    Relying on his strong body, any part of his body can be used as a sharp weapon to kill. Killing is like harvesting wheat. Screams can be heard on the hillside stone steps, and flesh and blood can be found everywhere.


    This kind of scene made people tremble. Even the company commander Sun Yan was also cold and involuntarily retreated seven or eight meters downward.


    Yang Xuan ran and swept, his feet off the ground, kept punching, and blood splashed. He seemed ruthless to kill God. He walked through the thousands of blood rain and killed wantonly.


    "Devil, you, you devil!"


    The remaining seven or eight martial arts masters of the Yin ghost sect completely collapsed. A few people ran down crazy. Two of them were scared of their weak legs and fell on their knees. They cried for their parents and cried, "spare your life, no, don''t kill me..."


    Unfortunately, death still greeted them. A figure broke through the air and kicked them to death.


    "Madman, this boy is a madman!" someone whispered.


    The other spectators remained silent.


    Indeed, only madmen do not take human life seriously.


    At this time, everyone stared at Yang Xuan and watched him kill.


    Even the old martial artists in the crowd who died in the meteoric realm could not help feeling cold. This is an unparalleled and cruel God.


    Soon, the one-sided massacre ended. Only three people ran quickly and escaped their lives. They retreated to Chang Sun Yan''s side, trembling all over and unable to stand steadily.


    "Old fellow, you''ve been breathing for a long time. You should recover some strength." Yang Xuan didn''t go after the three people, didn''t even look at the eldest Sun Yan, and turned to look at Chen Hanlin in the distance.


    In order to have more time to recover his strength, it''s cruel to watch countless Yin ghost sect martial arts die in front of him.


    "Beast with thousands of knives, you slaughtered many disciples of our Yin ghost sect. I want you to pay for your blood!"


    With an angry roar, Chen Hanlin suddenly bullied him and punched Yang Xuan.


    "You''re trying to die yourself."


    Yang Xuan smiled contemptuously. Lightning stretched out his right hand and grabbed his fist.


    Bang!


    Yang Xuan stood still, Chen Hanlin was shocked, and Yang Xuan firmly grasped one fist and couldn''t get rid of it.


    "Get up!"


    A loud cry shook the world, and a shocking scene appeared. Yang Xuan picked up Chen Hanlin and smashed him to the ground.


    A 17 - or 18-year-old boy grabbed a powerful man and smashed him to the ground. This picture is really shocking.


    The crowd was sweating. I can''t imagine whether Chen Hanlin could survive such a blow.


    "Evil animal, you have been deceived."


    At the critical moment, Chen Hanlin was not afraid to say, but his face showed a dark smile of successful conspiracy.


    With a roar, his pores dilated and gushed out a big forest white flame in vain.


    "Be careful!" exclaimed the purgatory boy.


    "Get out!"


    Yang Xuan''s face changed and threw Chen Hanlin out.


    Rao is so, his arms are inevitably stained with some Mori white flames.


    Zizizi


    Bursts of harsh sounds sounded, his sleeves turned into ashes on the spot, and the skin of his arms melted and rotted, emitting wisps of black smoke.


    The flesh was as strong as him, and could not resist the forest white flame. Even the bones were corroded by the flame and turned red, a burst of hot pain.


    "Ha ha, my body may not be as good as you, but I still have martial spirits. How do you feel? The taste of the ghost flame should be hard?"


    Chen Hanlin laughed loudly, but secretly said it was a pity.


    Originally, he was going to use the ghost flame to plot against Yang Xuan.


    Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan''s reaction was too fast and avoided most of the ghost flame.


    "Ghost flame, what kind of martial spirit is this?"


    The crowd was moved. No one expected that Chen Hanlin was so old and cunning that he deliberately let Yang Xuan capture him in order to use the ghost flame of the nether world to secretly poison his hands at a close distance. Moreover, he succeeded, causing heavy damage to Yang Xuan''s two arms.


    "Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy. You old man really taught me a good lesson today."


    Yang Xuan''s face was calm, as if he couldn''t feel the sharp pain from his arms. He looked up at Chen Hanlin, with cold light in his eyes, and said bluntly: "your ghost flame should be a holy level martial spirit?"


    "Yes, I''m afraid it would be difficult to hurt your flesh if it weren''t for the Holy Level Wulin."


    Chen Hanlin smiled grimly and nodded, but his heart was awe inspiring. It seemed that he didn''t expect Yang Xuan''s will to be so tough. He was corroded by the ghost flame, and his arms didn''t shout out.


    The crowd was also shocked to find this.


    I can''t imagine how strong Yang Xuan''s will is.


    Will, to say simple is perseverance, and to say complex is the heart of martial arts and Taoism.


    Not to mention the talent of a martial artist, the will of mind is often a prerequisite to determine whether he can move forward bravely on the road of martial arts.


    Yang Xuan, whose arms were corroded by the ghost flame of the nether world, could not utter a word, as can be seen from his strong will.


    Many people stared at him, unable to believe that he was really just a 17-year-old boy.


    Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Yang Xuan was unmoved, with only Chen Hanlin in his eyes.


    After the sudden incident just now, he dared not underestimate the strong man in the divine power realm. Even if the air sea was imprisoned here, a strong man in the divine power realm also had a killing move to press the bottom of the box, such as Chen Hanlin''s ghost flame.


    This is still his strong body and half of his immortal body. If he were someone else, he would have been turned into a pool of corpse water under the ghost flame.


    "What happened on the hillside!?"


    "Go up and have a look."


    At the foot of the mountain, there was a lot of noise.


    At the same time, one after another came to the hillside.


    "The people of the blood evil sect are coming!"


    The crowd turned and looked down, and immediately retreated to both sides to give way to a spacious passage.


    A group of thirty or forty bloody sects came first and stood in front all the way.


    These people, young and old, were led by a middle-aged man in a bloody robe.


    The man is about 40 years old, with thick waist and round arms, bronze skin, thick black hair scattered around his shoulders, and a murderous spirit all over his body.


    His bladed eyes swept through the audience and finally stopped on Chen Hanlin, who was tens of meters away from the top. He was surprised and said, "isn''t this brother Chen of the hell gate? How did he get into such a situation?"


    It''s no wonder he was so surprised. Chen Hanlin''s current image is too embarrassed. His white hair is messy. He doesn''t say that his clothes are broken, and his body is stained with blood. At a glance, he knows that he is seriously injured.


    "Let brother Pang see a joke. Everything is thanks to this little beast." Chen Hanlin shook his head and sighed, but his fierce eyes stared at Yang Xuan seven or eight meters away.


    "Who is this boy?"


    Pang Tianyuan, a middle-aged man, turned to look at Yang Xuan. He didn''t recognize it for a moment. Instead, Zhao Mingyu behind him jumped out, pointed to Yang Xuan''s nose and shouted, "elder Pang, he is Yang Xuan in the sword temple. He killed many disciples of our bloody sect in taixuan temple."


    "Thanks to you, you''re still a true disciple of the blood evil sect. You can tell lies with your eyes open. If you don''t say that you haven''t killed the people of your blood evil sect, what if you kill them?"


    Yang Xuan laughed angrily. Zhao Mingyu looked like a dog. Unexpectedly, he was a treacherous villain. He opened his mouth and splashed dirty water on his head.


    "This guy is really mean!"


    At the moment, many people look at Zhao Mingyu with a strong color of contempt, because with Yang Xuantian''s fearless style of behavior, if he really killed xuesha sect, he will admit it frankly.


    "It''s Yang Xuan from the sword palace. No wonder he looks familiar."


    Pang Tianyuan narrowed his eyes, smiled and said, "heroes come out of youth, Yang Xuan, your ability is really not small!"


    "It''s not that I have great skills, but that the old man opposite is too weak."


    As soon as the voice fell, a loud roar came, "Yang Xuan, I didn''t expect you to be here. Today, your time of death has come."


    "Who am I, brother Jinming of the demon temple? But do we have any grudges? Why is brother Jinming so angry that he wants to kill me?"


    Yang Xuan smiled calmly, glanced at Duan Canghai, Jin Ming and other thirty or forty demon Temple warriors, and finally stayed on the beautiful and graceful Yan Ruyue.