Chatper 646 (1/2)

Yang Xuan was expressionless and ignored the woman behind him. He walked up to the young man and said, "Based on your age and cultivation, you must not be an unknown person in the underground world."

"I am cold and unparalleled, and I am called the unparalleled prince."

The young man raised his eyebrows with a proud look on his face.

Although Yang Xuan thwarted his attack, he only thought that Yang Xuan was physically stronger and did not pay attention.

"Prince Peerless!"

Yang Xuan's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Is there a royal family in your ancient demon clan?"

"Rare and strange, my family has survived to this day, with a population of hundreds of millions. In the underground world, there are three imperial cities: Youzhou, Dongming, and Ghost Territory. My grandfather is the emperor of Youzhou City, known as Youzhou. emperor."

"You Emperor?"

Yang Xuan was startled, and then said, "Is your Great Ancestor the Emperor?"

"Your words are really ridiculous. It's hard to be an emperor in the ancient continent where the laws are incomplete and the avenues are lacking. However, although my grandfather is not an emperor, he is a great power in the sky. Once he is born, will be unbeatable.”

Leng Wushuang laughed loudly, and said more and more vigorously, and said to himself: "Besides Prince Wushuang, I have another name."

"Oh, all ears."

"Youzhou's first young master."

"Youzhou's first young master, maybe after today, you will have to be removed from this world."

Yang Xuan looked indifferent, with a calm and authentic face.

"Don't be ashamed!"

Leng Wushuang was furious.

"Fight."

Yang Xuan said lightly.

"Fight, fight, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it?"

Leng Wushuang couldn't bear it any longer, he raised his hand, and a small black knife the size of a slap shot out, directly taking Yang Xuan's throat.

The black knife is called the life-threatening knife. It is made of some kind of cold and strange iron. It is invincible, penetrates everything, and is designed to break the body-protecting force and body-protecting power of martial artists.

Throwing it out with strong divine power, it is faster than lightning, within a hundred meters, there is no false hair, and the soul will kill you.

This move is one of Leng Wushuang's proud kills. Once, a strong man at the peak of divine power was plotted against him and died instantly.

He was confident that no matter how strong Yang Xuan was physically, he would not be able to escape this knife.

"Nice hidden weapon, but unfortunately useless to me."

Yang Xuan was not afraid, he raised his right arm, pointed it into a sword, and slashed it with a force. With a bang, it hit the body of the killing sword. Under the powerful physical strength, it was beaten into shape, and it swirled and flew upside down.

"Your physical strength is beyond my expectations."

Leng Wushuang's eyes narrowed. As an ancient demon, his body was full of qi and blood, and his body was extremely tyrannical.

But compared with Yang Xuan, he was surprised to find that his physical body was completely at a disadvantage.

"There is so much nonsense, come here and die."

Yang Xuansheng shook the sky, his words were domineering and strong, and he directly hooked at Leng Wushuang.

This is provocation, unabashed provocation.

Leng Wushuang was extremely angry, his black hair stood on end, and the sound of puff puff all over his body was incessant.

A dense black flame gushed out, floating around him, exuding a biting chill.

With him as the center, the earth freezes rapidly, and it is fierce and powerful.

Not far away, the woman's body was stiff and her face was pale.

The cold air emanating from the black flames almost froze her body and soul.

"bluff."

Yang Xuan stretched out his arms, and the cold air was hard to penetrate.

"Go to hell!"

Leng Wushuang attacked violently, and between waving his hands, pieces of black flames quickly gathered, like a big river tide, with boundless chills, they rushed towards Yang Xuan with a bang.

Black **** fire is a martial spirit, a cold fire martial spirit called Jiuyou Demon Fire, which contains extremely low temperature and is extremely corrosive.

Once it hits the enemy, it will freeze and melt the enemy's body and soul.

"Be careful!"

The woman's face is pale.

Yang Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and there was no trace of panic on his face.

He just stood there, letting the Jiuyou Demon Fire attack and engulf him.

"Stupid, this young master's Nine Serenity Demon Fire can kill even the powerhouses at the peak of the Divine Power Realm, how can you be so hard to beat."

Leng Wushuang sneered again and again.

He thought that Yang Xuan would choose to avoid, or to resist, but this boy was so daring, he let his Jiuyou Demon Fire cover his body without defense, which was completely courting death.

"It's over!"

The woman's delicate body trembled, and her face was full of despair.

Not long ago, a young genius of the fourth level of divine power fought against Leng Wushuang, and was beaten by Leng Wushuang's Jiuyou demonic fire, and Yang Xuan only had the cultivation base of the peak of the first realm.

No matter how strong his physical body is, he can't compete.

"Haha, this is the end of offending Young Master Ben."

Leng Wushuang laughed and decided that Yang Xuan would definitely die.

boom!

At this moment, a mutation protruded, and the flaming Jiuyou Demonic Fire suddenly burst out.

Then, a splendid golden flame soared up, revealing the high temperature of burning the sky and boiling the sea.

Amidst the golden flames, a figure could be vaguely seen, standing inside like a golden god's mansion, and the whole body was radiant.

Puff puff!