Chatper 260 (1/2)

"Light of Yinghuo dares to compete with Haoyue?" Yang Xuan showed disdain, and stabbed the purgatory sword in his hand.

The expressions of a group of more than a dozen Bajianmen disciples were all frozen. Yang Xuan's strength was unbelievable. Yes, Yang Xuancai is only in the sixth stage of the Vientiane Realm, and with this cultivation, he can have such strength, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a pervert.

"Shuh!" Yang Xuan, as if no one was beside him, swooped down as soon as his sword qi broke, and swept his sword towards Duanmuyan.

Duanmuyan's color changed, and she could only swipe her sword to resist. The two swords collided, and a "click" sound was heard.

Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Duanmuyan looked miserable, and retreated in a panic.

Yang Xuan chased after him, walking as fast as he could, without using the purgatory sword, he kicked out a dozen kicks in an instant.

"Bang bang bang!" Duanmuyan parried with fists, their fists and feet flew, and instantly collided more than a dozen times, making a dull sound, and every time they collided, Duanmuyan was losing, spitting blood in his mouth, eyes in his eyes. He was also horrified, and he felt that his internal organs were shattered by the heavy foot force like a mountain.

That is, when the rabbit rose and the bird fell, with the last muffled sound, his feet softened, and it was no longer possible to stand up.

This was an unbearable humiliation. He was so angry that he wanted to go crazy. At the same time, he was also afraid. Yang Xuan's strength was terrifying, and he was not at the same level as him.

"The man has gold under his knees, do you think I won't kill you when you kneel in front of me like this?" Yang Xuan shook his head gently, stretched out his hand to grab Duanmuyan's neck, and twisted it violently, with a click, very crisply twisted. He broke his neck and threw it on the ground.

Duanmuyan couldn't rest his eyes, and his eyes were wide open. He was dignified in the 9th layer of the Vientiane Realm, but his neck was twisted by a boy in the 6th layer of the Vientiane Realm. He stopped breathing with humiliation and unwillingness.

"Ah, he's a devil, let's run away!" Watching Duanmuyan's tragic death by Yang Xuan's twisted neck, more than a dozen disciples of the Bajianmen were not possessed, and they rushed to the sky with flying swords.

Yang Xuan didn't say a word, he urged Blood Wing to chase up, his speed was extremely fast, and the few who fled slower were the first to be caught up by him.

"Death!" Yang Xuan was extremely indifferent, and with a wave of his purgatory sword, he directly cut off one person in the middle.

However, this was just the beginning. Others followed the sword, and the purgatory sword slashed down, cutting the other monk into two halves.

"puff!"

The divine sword bleeds, and he strikes again, piercing the third person's throat, and blood spurts.

Too strong, like slaughtering pigs and dogs, his moves are simple and direct, the blood wings are supplemented by the purgatory sword, it is like entering no one's realm, but anyone who is caught up will be killed with the sword, and the blood will splatter. Even if someone desperately fights back, they can't stop his edge.

Puff puff!

One after another sword light flashed, and wherever the sword light appeared, someone must have died tragically, and a splendid blood flower bloomed in the void.

In just a few breaths, Yang Xuan swept away the purgatory sword in his hand, and finally cut off the head of the last person, and flew out seven or eight feet before falling to the ground. .

At the same time, Yang Xuan descended from the sky, quickly collected the corpse to collect money, and then rushed into the cave.

The cave was artificially excavated and was very spacious. As soon as Yang Xuan entered the cave, he felt a heat wave blowing towards his face. When he looked up, a pool of red magma came into view.

This is not ordinary magma, but the ground-lung lava with a higher temperature than the magma. The temperature is terrifying. If a Heaven and Human Realm falls into it, it will melt in minutes, and there will be no bones left.

Boo! Boo! Boo! ! ! !

The ground lung lava was boiling and surging, and the heat wave spewed out. Through the red heat wave, one could faintly see that there was an array of several meters in the center of the ground lung lava. The array was made of hard fire crystal. The naked eye can see that there are strands of ground lung lava absorbed by the formation.

There were many small holes like springs on the stage, and light red mist was continuously sprayed out, and wisps of strange aroma emanated from the mist. Yang Xuan just took a sip, and felt that the pores all over his body were dilated.

"What a miraculous mist, this should be the body quenching formation that Sikong Nian said." Thinking of this, Yang Xuan didn't delay any longer, he jumped up, and crossed over the ground lung molten pool, like a Dapeng spreading his wings. In general, it fell steadily on the stage.

As soon as he came to the stage, he felt like he was in a furnace, and his skin was roasted by the high temperature of thousands of degrees. However, because of his strong body, such roasting could not hurt him.

At the same time, wisps of pale red mist penetrated into his body, with scorching temperature, flowing through his limbs, tempering his muscles, bones and muscles, and the whole body was making a crackling sound like fried beans.

This feeling is very comfortable, Yang Xuan's body's hundreds of millions of pores are opened, allowing the light red mist to enter his body, and carefully feeling the changes in his body, he can't help but say to himself: "It seems that my body is too strong, This body quenching effect is not as overbearing as I imagined."

"Try the Xuanwu Great Strength Technique." Yang Xuan quickly thought of the Xuanwu Great Strength Technique, and immediately put on a posture and started to practice. This time the effect has been improved several times. Even immersed in his bloodline marrow.