"Magic heart hall!"
Yang Xuan whispered and his eyes flickered. Since he came to the underworld, he clearly felt a call.
This is the call of blood, which can also be called blood resonance. As he moves forward, this blood resonance becomes stronger and stronger.
"Blood resonates. Does it mean that the ancestors of the dark demon family are still alive, even in the dark valley, or in the legendary magic heart Hall..."
While thinking, Yang Xuan felt something and immediately quietly released his mind.
Although his mind was suppressed by the power of the underworld, it could also cover a vast area. While he released his mind, he saw many immortal monks flying here from the distant mountains and forests.
There are hundreds of these people, old and young. The people with the highest accomplishments have even reached the quadruple heaven of Xiandi territory, but no one dares to stay, just because there are pursuers behind them.
There are tens of thousands of strange and ferocious troops of the Ming nationality. The leader is a ghost emperor with a height of 100 feet, a face full of flesh and eight arms. He is covered with black gas and emits terrible and evil waves when walking.
The eight armed demon family, also known as the eight armed Pluto family, is a powerful family among many Pluto families. Yang Xuan once killed an eight armed Pluto king in the Xuantian immortal domain and knew the horror of this family.
"Eh, someone is coming. He''s so brave that he wants to stop the army of the Ming family on his own?"
Suddenly, Yang Xuan''s mind caught a breath. The breath was originally hidden very well, but I don''t know why it suddenly broke out. He also rushed up into the air from the dark and flew past tens of thousands of Ming army.
Yang Xuan was surprised. He couldn''t help but concentrate. He found that he was in his twenties. He was wearing a bright silver robe. His cultivation was comparable to his own and reached the peak of the fairyland.
He moves in the air, tall and slender, with black hair flying in the wind. He looks very beautiful and carries an ancient sword.
The ancient sword is hidden in the scabbard. Although it has not yet been taken out of the scabbard, it keeps humming, and bursts of clang sound come out. It is a sharp sword sound. The swords of some fugitive immortal friars are attracted by this sound, all of them tremble endlessly, and seem to want to get rid of it.
"Great, it''s my elder martial brother Kunyuan Jianzong. We''re saved!"
"I''ve seen Kunyuan sword."
At this moment, many people stopped, looked up and arched at the young man with negative sword. It was obvious that they recognized who the person was. Among them, several disciples of Kunyuan sword sect cheered excitedly.
"If you don''t want to die, go quickly."
Kun yuan''s sword waved his hand, and his voice was a little cold. He didn''t pay attention to the crowd below. Almost while he was talking, the ancient sword behind him suddenly came out of its scabbard and killed tens of thousands of Ming army in front of him.
Whoosh!
A sword flew out, and the ancient sword suddenly split into tens of thousands of sword lights. Each sword light was fierce and unparalleled. If there was substance, it also had a strong spatial fluctuation. However, in the blink of an eye, countless sword lights fell from the sky and fell into tens of thousands of Ming army like sword rain.
"Damn it, who are you? How dare you be an enemy of our Ming clan!"
The eight armed Ming emperor roared and had to wave eight huge arms to resist and intercept the sword light as much as possible. However, the number of sword lights was too large and too dense, which soon set off a bloody storm in the army of the Ming nationality.
Poop poop!!!
One by one, it was difficult for the monks of the Ming clan to block the sword light. They were killed into fly ash by thousands of sword light. When the wave of sword light dispersed, the sword light also recovered, that is, the ancient sword was recalled by Kunyuan sword, and then flew up and down around their body.
"Good sword skill!"
The ground was low, and Yang Xuan couldn''t help admiring. Kun yuan Jianzi''s sword fighting skill was so powerful that he didn''t dare to underestimate it. In particular, the other party clearly understood the Kendo law of Dacheng territory and the space law of Dacheng territory.
These two laws are superimposed together. They are used with a powerful sword technique, coupled with the ancient sword. Everything is cut. Yang Xuan asked himself that with his own flesh, he may not be able to resist the attack of the ancient sword.
It''s definitely a wonderful sword. I''m afraid it''s not much worse than Pangu''s axe.
"You''re very good. You can take over my sword formula. You''ll have no regrets when you die."
At this time, Kun yuan Jianzi said, this sentence is to the eight armed ghost emperor. The eight armed ghost emperor is also the only survivor of tens of thousands of Ming army. However, although people are still alive, there are countless bloody mouths all over their body.
It was a wound caused by sword light. Rao Shiba''s recovery was amazing. For a time, those wounds were difficult to heal, and there was a burning pain.
The eight armed ghost emperor felt this sharp pain, and his face immediately became extremely ugly. He didn''t seem to expect that the young man opposite was so terrible that he easily suffered a great loss.
"My sword formula is a unique skill of the Kunyuan sword sect. There are nine movements in total. With my cultivation and understanding, I can only barely achieve the first three movements now, but even so, it''s enough to kill you."
Kunyuan Jianzi said coldly and offered the ancient sword again. The ancient sword soared, but it did not split the sword light. Instead, it condensed thousands of sword lights into one, making the main handle of the ancient sword soar into a thousand feet sword.
The light of the sword soared to the sky and made an amazing sound explosion. Everywhere the sword passed, the void collapsed and cracked in a large area, as if it could not bear the sword.
The power of this sword is terrible. It is much stronger than Yang Xuan''s divine sword array. As long as you play this sword, you can have thousands of troops and horses. No matter how strong your body is, you have to hate.
"Break it for me!"
The eight armed ghost emperor ran away and burned his blood crazily. When he waved his eight great arms, he suddenly rose to meet the storm and turned into eight giant pillars that connected to the sky. He clapped horizontally at the thousand Zhang sword.
Boom!!!
With the violent collision sound, the eight giant pillars that connected to the sky collapsed and couldn''t stop the cutting of the sword awn. They were forcibly cut into pieces, while the sword awn was castrated. In an instant, they cut off the head of the eight arm Ming emperor and killed all the yuan gods in his head.
Plop!
The eight armed ghost emperor died miserably in an instant. The huge headless body collapsed and set off billowing dust and smoke.
"Dead, that''s too powerful!"
"It has long been said that a Kunyuan sword has come to the polar immortal region. It has the fighting power to surpass the level of the same generation and kill the enemy. Today, I know that the rumor is true. This son is worthy of being the strongest sword in the history of the Kunyuan sword sect. He is really a monster."
In the distance, many people were shocked by the swordsmanship of Kunyuan sword, which shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods. Once such swordsmanship came out, even the eight armed Ming emperor could kill immediately. How powerful it is.
Kunyuan Jianzi stood with his hands on his back. He looked calm and cold. Ignoring the conversation of the crowd, he just turned his eyes to the place where Yang Xuanli was. He said faintly, "after watching the play for so long, aren''t you ready to see it?"