"It''s too strong. An ancient poisonous centipede puppet was destroyed by him in an instant."


    "The rumor is true. This son and Lin Feng, the descendant of Yan Emperor, are really rare arrogant demons in the world. No wonder the elder wants to make friends with him."


    A group of Qingyang sect disciples talked about it one after another, and all of them were shocked. Wang Feng, who had always been conceited, couldn''t help staring and swallowing.


    Hearing is false and seeing is true. With the strong strength shown by Yang Xuangang, he can never be his opponent. He can''t even take a move from the other party.


    Between the rise and fall of the rabbit and the Uighur, he slapped Zhao Tianming in the face and killed the ancient poisonous wucorpse puppet. How many of his peers can do it?


    But Yang Xuan not only did it easily, but also did not use any mana from beginning to end, which is shocking and incredible.


    "Without Taigu poisonous centipede, you will lose your right and left arms. How can you fight against me?"


    Yang Xuan stood in the air, looked disdainfully at Zhao Tianming, and said impolitely.


    "You..."


    Zhao Tianming was too angry to speak, but Wu Lingyan couldn''t help shouting, "husband, stop playing and kill the dead pervert."


    Zhao Tianming is full of evil and evil in heart. If he really wants to live, it will be a great disaster to women all over the world.


    "Damn you!"


    Zhao Tianming drank violently, looked ferocious and twisted, and hated Wu Lingyan. He gnashed his teeth and said, "cheap woman, you''d better not fall into my hands, otherwise you will have to taste the taste of survival and death."


    "Shut up."


    Wu Lingyan scolded.


    "It''s just a dying man. Yan''er doesn''t have to be angry with him."


    Yang Xuan said that he killed Zhao Tianming in one step. Zhao Tianming was already on guard. He was about to start, so he was imprisoned by a mysterious force, and his body couldn''t move for a moment.


    "What is this means?"


    He exclaimed with horror.


    Yang Xuan didn''t answer either. He grabbed his neck and mentioned it in front of him. He said coldly, "it''s too much to dare to beat my woman''s idea for things like garbage."


    "Big, big elder, save me..."


    Zhao Tianming''s eyes bulged and his mouth roared.


    Yang Xuan''s big hand firmly locked his throat. He couldn''t get rid of it. What made him more afraid and uneasy was that the strength from Yang Xuan''s hand was too terrible. It seemed that with a little more force, he could crush his throat bone.


    "Junior, let him go!"


    Above, the cold cry of the old ghost came like thunder.


    "Old devil, your opponent is me."


    He Yiming drank loudly, holding the Qingyang sword, desperately entangled the old ghost and didn''t give him the chance to get close to Yang Xuan.


    "Can he Lao still hold on?" Yang Xuan asked.


    "It doesn''t matter. With Qingyang sword in hand, it''s not easy for this guy to kill me."


    He Yiming said.


    "You dare to be rampant when you are dying. Let me kill this son and clean you up again. Ten thousand ghosts purgatory!"


    Mo Li sent out a cold hum in the old ghost''s nose. With a wave of his big hand, a picture of ghost spirit expanded rapidly like a strange black fog. He Yiming was taken in at once. He Yiming''s angry roar came out one after another. It seems that it will be difficult to get out for a while.


    "Elder!"


    At this moment, Wang Feng and other Qingyang disciples all changed their faces.


    "Don''t worry, you elder can''t die in a short time."


    Yang Xuan said faintly, and then he didn''t forget to look at the old ghost, squinting and said, "you''re a powerful magic weapon in the cave."


    "This is my life magic weapon. Naturally, it''s very common. In order to refine this picture of ghosts purgatory, I used to sacrifice millions of immortal friars alive."


    Hearing the words of Mo Li, many Tianyin sect disciples didn''t think there was anything wrong, but Wang Feng and other Qingyang sect disciples, or Wu Lingyan, only felt extremely cold.


    Yang Xuan looked as usual and said sarcastically, "you old man killed millions of monks just to refine a magic weapon. You are cruel enough."


    "Don''t talk nonsense. Release me immediately. As long as you are willing to release me, I can promise to spare your life."


    After that, a strong pressure was released from Mo Li''s old ghost, and a great deal of suppression was directed at Yang Xuan.


    "Ha ha, you really want to die if you don''t let me go?"


    Zhao Tianming grinned bitterly and crazily. Since the elder of Tianyin sect shot, he would be saved.


    "If you want to die, you die first!"


    Yang Xuan sneered contemptuously, and suddenly made a force in his hand. Zhao Tianming didn''t say a word, so he died. Even the yuan God who escaped in a hurry was smashed between his fingers.


    This scene shocked everyone. Except Wu Lingyan, none of them expected that Yang Xuan would kill Zhao Tianming so crisp.


    After a short absence, all the friars of Tianyin sect had red eyes and incomparable palpitations at the same time.


    "Damn it, he killed elder martial brother Zhao Tianming!"


    "Please kill this son and avenge senior brother Zhao."


    Yang Xuan killed Zhao Tianming, that is to prepare for war with their Tianyin sect. In addition, if Yang Xuan does not die, it is also a great threat to them.


    Even Zhao Tianming, who has the highest cultivation, was killed by Yang Xuan with his bare hands. Who can compete with them?


    "Vertical son seeks death!"


    Mo Li yelled at the old ghost, but he was really angry. He spoke and even used coercion. He thought he could subdue Yang Xuan so that he didn''t dare not let people go.


    Who would have thought that this son was so good that he could have the strength to kill people under his strong pressure. This was just beating him in the face. When the news spread, he would lose his face.


    "If you want to kill me, you should have that ability!"


    Yang xuanpie pie mouth, the person is already quick to snatch out, kill to the opposite group of Tianyin sect friars alone.


    "Stop!"


    Mo Li was shocked and angry. A big hand stretched out and turned into a huge ghost claw. Lightning caught Yang Xuan.


    Without fear, Yang Xuan dodged the blow. At the same time, screams kept ringing. Before they could resist, Yang Xuan killed them like a wolf into a flock of sheep.


    He made a decisive move, ruthless, fist and foot, full of the beauty of violence, and killed dozens of people in one face to face.


    This scene also surprised Wang Feng and other Qingyang sect disciples. Facing the old Immortal King Mo Li, Yang Xuan was not afraid to say anything. He also made a strong attack and killed a group of Tianyin sect friars.


    "Monster, this man is a monster!"


    "Go back!"


    In panic, the living friars of Tianyin sect fled like birds and animals, fleeing for their lives.


    It''s also terrible. It''s better than the great elder of Tianyin sect. He didn''t stop the son at the first time. Instead, he let the other party show off in person and killed so many of their fellow disciples.