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"This is too strong, an ancient poisonous centipede corpse was killed by him in an instant."

"The rumors are true. This son and the Yan Emperor's descendant, Lin Feng, are indeed rare arrogant evildoers in the world. No wonder the elders want to make friends with them."

A group of Qingyang Sect disciples talked a lot, and they were all shocked. It was Wang Feng, who had always been conceited. At this moment, his eyes widened and he secretly swallowed his saliva.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, just based on the powerful strength Yang Xuan showed just now, he can never be his opponent, and he can't even take a move from the opponent.

Between the rise of the rabbit and the fall of the falcon, Zhao Tianming slapped Zhao Tianming twice to destroy the ancient poisonous centipede corpse. How many people in the same generation can do it?

But Yang Xuan not only did it easily, he never used the slightest mana from beginning to end, which was shocking and unbelievable.

"Without the ancient poisonous centipede, you will lose your right-hand man. How can you fight my enemy?"

Yang Xuan stood in the air, looked at Zhao Tianming with disdain, and said unceremoniously.

"you……"

Zhao Tianming was so angry that he couldn't speak, but Wu Lingyan couldn't help but shouted in a crisp voice: "Husband, stop playing, and quickly kill this pervert."

This Zhao Tianming is full of evil and evil, and if he really wants to live, it will be a big disaster for all women in the world.

"Damn you!"

Zhao Tianming drank violently, his expression was ferocious and twisted, and he hated Wu Lingyan, only to see him grit his teeth and say: "Bitch, you better not fall into my hands, otherwise I will let you try to live but not die. The taste of not being able to."

"To shut up."

Wu Lingyan scolds.

"It's just a dying person, Yan'er can't be angry with him."

Yang Xuandao killed Zhao Tianming in one step. Zhao Tianming had been prepared for a long time, and just as he was about to make a move, he was imprisoned by a mysterious force, and his body could not move for a while.

"What method is this!?"

He screamed, his face full of astonishment.

Yang Xuan didn't answer, grabbed his neck, raised it in front of him, and said coldly, "You dare to attack my woman for something like garbage, it's just beyond your own power."

"Big, big elder, save, save me..."

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

Yang Xuan's big hand tightly locked his throat, and he couldn't break free at all. What made him even more frightened and uneasy was that the strength from Yang Xuan's hand was so terrifying, as if he could squeeze it with a little more force. Broken his throat.

"Junior, let him go!"

Above, the icy shout of the old ghost Mo Li came like thunder.

"Old ghost, your opponent is me."

He Yiming shouted loudly, holding the Qingyang Sword, desperately entangled the old ghost Mo Li, not giving him the slightest chance to get close to Yang Xuan.

"Can Elder He still hold on?" Yang Xuan asked.

"It's okay, with the Qingyang Sword in hand, it's not easy for this guy to kill me."

He Yiming said.

"You dare to be mad when you are about to die, even if I kill this son, I will clean up you again, the hell of hell!"

The old ghost Mo Li let out a cold snort, waved his hand, and a ghostly picture unfolded like a strange black mist. He Yiming was taken in all of a sudden, and He Yiming came out one after another. An angry roar, it seems that it will be difficult to get out for a while.

"Big elder!"