"How strong!"


    Flying snow, falling moon and tassels are stunned. This young man is too terrible. Even some old masters who have practiced for many years and have advanced Taoism will definitely not be his opponent.


    "You should be glad that this son didn''t come with you that day. It''s true, otherwise you might have died."


    Xiao Leng slightly moved his mouth and looked at Dong Chao who was silent around him.


    "I''m not as good as him, but it''s not easy for him to kill me."


    Dong Chao bit his teeth and said, his face was very ugly. After witnessing Yang Xuan''s peerless and sharp sword, he not only resented Yang Xuan, but also had a trace of fear in the bottom of his heart.


    Yes, he''s scared.


    It is said that Yang Xuangang just took the sword, and he is not absolutely sure that he can take it down.


    "Well done."


    The sword was nameless and nodded, but he was not surprised.


    Similarly, Xu Yang, marquis in purple and fairy Yuechan are the same. Several people have a lot of friendship with Yang Xuan and know that Yang Xuan''s combat power is amazing. It''s easy to kill a supreme martial artist.


    "Kid, you''re dead. Just wait to bear the anger of my bear people and even the whole Orc tribe."


    In the distance, dozens of xiongzu warriors roared while running away, with great hatred.


    "These people can''t just run away."


    Feixue''s face was cold and he was about to pursue.


    "A group of rude savages, why do you need Feixue to do it? Let me deal with them."


    Yang Xuan''s understated words were full of a fierce sense of killing. Almost at the same time as he spoke, his whole person had jumped out and caught up quickly.


    "Stop, you still want to kill all!"


    "Go quickly and report it to the high priest. Let the high priest avenge Xiong ba."


    A group of xiongzu warriors shouted loudly and fled faster. Some almost rolled and crawled. They only hated that they didn''t have two more feet.


    "Leave it all for me."


    Yang Xuan''s speed didn''t slow down. He opened his mouth and gave a loud drink. Then he could clearly see that the whole heaven and earth in front had waves and became very unstable.


    This is his secret technique of sound wave - the Dragon whispers and the tiger roars. As soon as he cries, the earth collapses, the vegetation breaks, and pieces of lodging. The scene is terrible.


    A group of Xiong warriors were unable to resist. Under the indiscriminate sweeping of the powerful sound waves, they were like fallen leaves in the storm. They were shaken and overturned.


    "Kill!"


    It was another violent drink. Yang Xuan rushed all the way. He held the purgatory sword like a murderous God climbing out of hell and kept hunting.


    "Ah ah..."


    Screams were heard all the time. Countless Xiong warriors could not resist it, so they were killed in scattered places, and their blood burst out, completely reddening the land hundreds of feet around, and the pungent smell of blood came to their faces.


    At this moment, except Xu Yang and others who did not change their faces, flying snow, falling moon, tassels, Mo Li, Dong Chao and Xiao Leng were all shocked.


    The falling moon and tassels were even trembling. The boy was not only terrible, but also a devil. He killed people more ruthlessly and cruelly than their natural punishment killers.


    Soon, all the Xiong warriors died and became the soul of Yang Xuan under the sword. Yang Xuan stood alone in a sea of corpse mountain blood, and his face looked very indifferent from beginning to end.


    This is the world of martial arts. The law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, and cruelty to the extreme.


    "Beast, I want you to pay with blood."


    At this time, in the depths of the mountains and forests in the distance, suddenly there was an earth shaking roar.


    The next moment, an old man with a scepter and a strong body roared to Yang Xuan''s head.


    "No, this is... The high priest of the bear people."


    The snow changed color and recognized the identity of the person at a glance.


    Orc tribes are divided into countless small tribes, all of which have a high priest with high prestige and strong strength.


    It can be said that the high priest is the leader of each small tribe and the most powerful person.


    "I''m afraid your old man doesn''t have the ability to kill me."


    Yang xuanyang looked up with a cold smile on his face. No matter who the old man was, he didn''t see any fear in his eyes even if his cultivation reached the seventh heaven.


    "You are confident, but confident people often die the fastest and the worst."


    The old man was a high priest of the bear people, named Xiong Tianxing.


    "Just do it. I have to hurry to get rid of you, but I don''t have time to waste with you."


    Yang Xuan spoke faintly.


    "Die."


    No matter how good tempered Xiong Tianxing was, he couldn''t help being angry. He immediately fell from the sky, waved his scepter and roared down at Yang Xuan.


    "Be careful, the high priest of the bear family is best at mental attack, but don''t confuse his appearance."


    Feixue warned loudly.


    Yang Xuan didn''t speak. He tried his best to cut a sword against Xiong Tianxing.


    In the face of a strong man who robbed heaven, he despised it in his mouth, but dared not underestimate it in his heart. With the collision of purgatory sword and scepter, he felt an inexplicable force pouring into the sea and wanted to devour his spirit.


    "Interesting."


    Yang Xuan''s eyes narrowed and he couldn''t help taking a few steps back.


    "Brother Yang, do you want to help?"


    Xu Yang hurriedly said, worried that Yang Xuan was not Xiong Tianxing''s opponent.


    "It''s enough for me to kill him."


    Yang Xuan held his pace and responded casually.


    "It''s okay to be attacked by me. How did you do it?"


    Here, Xiong Tianxing was completely stunned. He didn''t seem to think that Yang Xuan was only beaten back a little by himself.


    "Your mental attack is useless to me. Of course, if you have higher cultivation and reach the imperial realm, I may hate you three points."


    Yang Xuan was smiling and had the defense of the refining array. His spirit could not be broken. Only when he was far beyond the spiritual power that the refining array could bear, could he really hurt his spirit.


    "Arrogance, I don''t believe I can''t kill you."


    Xiong Tianxing roared violently. Every attack with the scepter in his hand had the power of collapse.


    Yang Xuan was fearless. He waved the purgatory sword one after another and fought with Xiong Tianxing. For a moment, there was a loud noise and billowing waves, which shocked Dong Chao and other natural punishment killers not far away.


    What surprised them was not Yang Xuan, but his small body and the peak cultivation of divine power realm. Why could such terrible combat power erupt.


    Even if he is a high priest of the upper bear family, a strong man who takes away seven heavens, he will not lose the wind.


    "Human, who are you?"


    After a long battle, Xiong Tianxing had a bad feeling in his heart and began to inquire about the origin of Yang Xuan.


    "Is it important who I am? You just need to know that I am the one who killed you."


    Yang Xuan''s answer made Xiong Tianxing''s face more dignified. You know, Yang Xuan is not the only one present. If Yang Xuan joins hands with others, he will be in danger of falling.