Chatper 1339 (2/2)

With a big wave of Yang Xuan's hand, he sent the two of them down the city, and then flew up to the same height as the man in black.

"A small emperor, who dares to be on an equal footing with me An Luo, I have to say that you are really conceited."

The man in black is An Luo, a peerless genius from the Shadow Clan. He squinted Yang Xuan up and down, and said coldly, "Now, I need an explanation!"

"What explanation do you want?"

Yang Xuan asked indifferently, and glanced at the old man with Yitong standing behind An Luo. Although he didn't say anything, the old man with Yitong trembled and was shaking, and his heart was instantly shrouded in fear.

"Useless things."

An Luo frowned and cursed.

"The commander spares his life, this person is really terrible."

The old man with different pupils said with sincerity and fear, as if he was very jealous of An Luo. An Luo practiced a magic art, and his temperament was perverse, and he would kill at every turn.

Since he became famous, not to mention the monks of other tribes, the number of people who died in his hands alone cannot be counted.

"I originally wanted you to do it, but now it seems that you have already lost the courage to fight against the opponent. So, what's the use of keeping you?"

An Luo slapped the backhand, and the old man with different pupils flew out, turning into a cloud of blood.

"Even killing your own clansmen, I have to say that you are really ruthless."

The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth twitched, and he didn't know whether he was complimenting or mocking.

"My generation of demon cultivators, if you want to kill, kill as you please, not to mention that he is a waste of lost mind, and death is also a relief for him."

Dark Road.

"You don't deserve to be called a magician."

Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "A real magician will not kill for the sake of killing."

"Don't think that you are from the Demon Emperor's family, so you can point fingers at me. You are no different from me except that your bloodline is stronger than mine."

"You are wrong. Although you and I are both demon cultivators, there are huge differences in essence."

Demon cultivation, to put it bluntly, is cultivation against the sky.

This reversal must be against one's heart as well as one's fate. Only a demon cultivator who dares to face the sky with awe and vows not to yield can be regarded as a true demon.

As for An Luo, he is nothing more than a heartless and unfeeling pseudo-monster who only knows how to kill. In this vast universe, there are too many such people.

Of course, this kind of person is also very fast in cultivation, but most of them don't live long, and the way of heaven in the dark can't accommodate them in the first place.

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me why you want to kill my clan, you understand, the clan I'm talking about are those people outside. They are hundreds of thousands of people. It is unforgivable to be slaughtered by you alone."

An Luo looked gloomy, his eyes were fixed on Yang Xuan, and his voice was full of uncontrollable anger and killing intent.

No matter how bloodthirsty he was, the blood of the Shadow Clan was flowing in his body, and he had to avenge those who died.

"I just saw that your Shadow Clan was unhappy and wanted to kill you and others. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Yang Xuan said lazily.

"you……"

An Luo was furious, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he almost couldn't bear it and started to do it.

Yang Xuan didn't realize it, and said, "It's useless to talk too much, let's fight. Today, between you and me, only one person can walk out of this world alive."