Chatper 818 (2/2)

"Haha, no matter what, just rely on the three words of our Heaven Smiting Sect. By the way, you probably don't know the strength of our Heaven Smiting Sect, I'll tell you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Pengfei, "Why are you talking so much nonsense, get out of the way, or don't blame yourself for being rude."

"You ungrateful animal."

The hooked-nosed man was furious, but he did not do anything for a while. After all, both Pengfei and Yang Xuan were at the peak of the Divine Power Realm.

And although their side is superior in number, he is the only one whose cultivation base can compare to Yang Xuan and Pengfei.

If he really wants to fight, he may be fine, but these companions behind him must not have a good end.

"Fight if you want, or roll if you don't."

Yang Xuan snorted lightly, just a few words, revealing endless killing intent, although he was still a weak young man, but his words and deeds were not angry and powerful, and he was absolutely domineering, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Little devil, you are courting death."

"Senior brother, let's fight, we have a large number of people, and we have practiced the art of combined strikes. Can't we help these two blind guys."

"Yeah yeah!"

Just when a group of Heaven Smiting Sect warriors were furious, Yang Xuan moved. He was like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, and he killed him with a swoosh.

"Brother Yang..."

Pengfei didn't expect Yang Xuan to kill him suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the two Heaven Smiting Sect warriors had been screwed off by Yang Xuan's hands, and the blood sprayed was so coquettish.

"Stop, you dare to kill my Heaven Smiting Sect!"

The hook-nosed man reacted unpleasantly, roaring at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan didn't care, and continued to attack. His moves were simple and rude, and he punched the air with two punches, smashing the two Heaven Smiting Sect warriors to pieces.

"Retreat, we are not the opponents of this child!"

The surviving Heaven Smiting Sect warriors came back to their senses, and they all felt cold all over their bodies. This was too terrifying, and they killed their four companions in an instant.

At this moment, everyone was terrified and stepped back one after another.

"Little brat, you die for me."

At the same time, the hook-nosed man attacked and slammed his palm on Yang Xuan's vest.

"Brother Yang, be careful."

As soon as Pengfei spoke, he was stunned, only to see the hook-nosed man strike with anger, but he did not shake Yang Xuan half a point.

Yang Xuan's whole person is like a rock, standing upright and showing no signs of injury.

On the contrary, the palm of the hook-nosed man seemed to hit a piece of gold and stone, making a muffled "bang", and was violently shaken and flew out.

"That's all you can do?"

Yang Xuan turned around leisurely and walked towards the hook-nosed man unhurriedly.

"You, who are you!?"

The hooked-nosed man was terrified, and felt as if something was blocking his chest, making it difficult to even breathe.

"Does it matter who I am? You just need to know that I am the one who took your life."

Yang Xuan pointed at the same sword and made a swipe in the air.

Chi!

A golden sword energy, with its peerless sharpness, pierced the throat of the hooked-nosed man with one blow.

This is the God-killing Sword Qi, and under the urging of the sun's divine power, the lethality is by no means impossible for a warrior of the divine power realm to resist.

No, let alone resisting, the hook-nosed man didn't even react, and fell softly in a pool of blood, unable to rest his eyes.