"Woohoo!"

The black sword box stood on Yang Yunfan's side, under the control of his divine sense, in the next second, countless golden sword blades emitted a roaring sound like a dragon's groan, piece by piece, from the sword box, rotated at a strange angle, like a poisonous snake, quickly drilled out, swimming around Yang Yunfan's body.

Yang Yunfan's knife technique is simple and heavy, and he often determines life and death with one sword. However, his swordsmanship is extremely light and agile, and the angle is weird, especially when he uses the Golden Scale Sword to perform swordsmanship, which cannot be guessed by common sense at all.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

The Demon Slayer Warrior was also startled by the pieces of golden sword blades that lingered around Yang Yunfan's body.

This weapon, they had never seen before, was very similar to throwing knives. However, these golden blades are sometimes scattered, sometimes gathered. When scattered, they are separate blades, but when they are gathered together, they are like a golden sword.

They had never seen such a strange Excalibur before.

Yang Yunfan didn't care about the thoughts in the hearts of these Demon Slayer Warriors, this void had an inexplicable prohibition, and it was very difficult to move, as if it was in a quagmire.

He had been standing in the air, and he didn't mean to let those demon killers rush up to him to make trouble.

Right now, these Demon Slayer warriors didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and they really rushed up, with the weirdness and speed advantage of the Golden Scale Sword, he could only defeat ten with one.

Otherwise, in the open space, he was seriously injured, and his aura was almost exhausted, how could he deal with so many Demon Slayer Jindan monks?

"Good time!"

Seeing that these Demon Slayer Clan warriors were just hesitating, they rushed towards him regardless of it, extremely brave, and didn't care about their lives at all.

Yang Yunfan smiled coldly, and the Golden Scale Sword let out an incomparably sharp howl in an instant.

The curved blade spun strangely in an instant, like a disorderly fallen leaf, spun downward, and suddenly landed on the top of the heads of those Demon Slayer Monks.

"Woohoo!"

It's just that after the blade of the sword waited until it approached those Demon Slayer Clan monks, all of a sudden, an incomparably cold golden light flashed, stabbing towards the necks of those Demon Slayer Clan monks.

This time the speed is extremely fast, like an eagle falcon hunting, after a long dive, in a moment of lightning, open its wings, with lightning speed, to complete a one-hit kill.

"So fast!"

"Get out of the way!"

"This space is forbidden, my body is stagnant!

The monks of the Demon Slayer Clan are also experienced in combat, and when they see that something is wrong, they will instantly avoid it.

However, when they found out, it was already a little late, because the space here had an inexplicable spatial prohibition, and their speed of action was almost one-third of what they normally would. They tried to dodge, but their bodies couldn't keep up. At this time, he could only look at the golden blade in horror, covering them.

"Puff puff!"

The golden light flashed, and the heads flew up in an instant.

With the hot blood spurting out, an inexplicable blood-colored light flashed in the air, fast and vicious.

And in the moment after the blood was sprayed, the golden blade reversed again, returning to Yang Yunfan's sword box, silently waiting for the next attack, like a poisonous snake, waiting for the opportunity to move, giving people an inexplicable sense of deterrence.

"Dead...... All dead......"

More than ten demon slaying warriors, under the strangulation of Yang Yunfan's golden scale sword, did not even hold a few breaths, and were directly cut off their heads.

By Young Master Rong's side, there were only seven or eight guards at the peak of the Jindan realm left.

At this moment, they all felt the chill in their hearts.

They didn't expect that Yang Yunfan would have a backhand.

I thought that Yang Yunfan's body was injured, and his aura was seriously depleted, and he could no longer split the incomparably powerful sword qi like just now...... But they didn't expect that he was even good at wielding such a strange blade.

"Young Master Rong, let's let the old slave go. ”

There are more than 20 soldiers who have lost troops, and Uncle Leng, as the strongest person in the team, can't stand it anymore at this time.

The guards around Young Master Rong are all first-class warriors in the Demon Slaying Clan, and they are lost here for no reason, even if Young Master Rong gains the inheritance afterwards, he also feels that his face is dull, and he can't hold the trust of the Blood Dome Divine Lord.

"No need. Uncle Leng, he's dead......"

Young Master Rong stopped Uncle Leng, looked at Yang Yunfan in the sky with cold eyes, and said with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "This is where the altar of this ethnic group sacrificed stone tablets ten thousand years ago was located. Once blood is seen, even if the prohibition has been broken, it doesn't matter. With the ferocity of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragons, it will soon be time to rush out. ”

"Although the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon is a fire spirit bred in this stone tablet, it does not belong to an innate life. However, in 10,000 years, it has already developed its own spiritual wisdom. This kind of spirit body gathered by killing flames is the most bloodthirsty...... The Eight Desolation Fire Dragon saw blood, it's hard for this guy not to die!"

"Young Master Rong, you ...... You sent those soldiers up on purpose to send them to their deaths?"

Hearing Young Master Rong's words, Uncle Leng's complexion changed suddenly.

He now realized that just now Young Master Rong asked those soldiers to kill Yang Yunfan, which actually meant that he had already regarded those soldiers as outcasts.

If they could kill Yang Yunfan, the void of the stone tablet, seeing blood, would rush out like the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons and devour them, and they would definitely not be able to come back alive. If they were unfortunately killed by Yang Yunfan, and their blood fell under the endless abyss of the Youquan Stream, they could also attract the Eight Desolate Fire Dragons to rush out and devour Yang Yunfan.

Either way, those Demon Slayer warriors couldn't come back alive.

Cruel!

For the first time, Uncle Leng realized that the young master Rong in front of him was completely different from the young man who studied martial arts in his impression.

As the most genius god master of the younger generation of the Demon Slayer Clan, the son of the Blood Dome God Lord, Young Master Rong's talent, scheming, and methods are indeed far superior to those of other peers. It's a pity that at such a young age, his heart is so vicious, but he doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

Yang Yunfan is an enemy, killing the enemy completely, calculating the mechanism, this is not a problem.

However, those guards were loyal, guarding Young Master Rong along the way, fighting bravely, but in the end they died under Young Master Rong's calculations, if they knew, I am afraid that the heroic spirit would not be able to rest in peace.

A trace of unbearability flashed in Uncle Leng's heart.

"As long as I can get the inheritance on this stone tablet, their sacrifice will be worth it. Their family will also be proud of them. Young Master Rong didn't have any remorse for the poisonous plan he had just made, but his face was very complacent, thinking that he was really smart enough to come up with such a plan.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, everyone sensed an incomparably powerful aura that appeared out of thin air, making it unmatchable.

"Aang!"

In the next second, a sound that shook the entire secret realm, causing the towers of the temple to tremble with the sound of dragon groans, resounding from the endless abyss underground.