A group of Netherworld warriors in the rear showed a different color, thinking that the **** of this Zhantian Continent was a little interesting, but it was only a different color.

"Youxin is a little careless, and now that he has exerted his combat power, he will definitely be able to smash this ****-"

The Nether Warriors shook their heads, feeling that the Shadow Faith had been a little underestimated before.

Now that he is exerting a percent combat power, the **** on the opposite side is definitely not an opponent. How can a powerful **** be the opponent of Youxin.

You must know that Youxin has reached the five heavens of great power, and its combat power is extraordinary.

In the eyes of the Netherworld Warriors, the descendants of the losers of that year were not vulnerable at all, otherwise the brilliant Zhantian World back then would not have flourished and declined, and it was almost extinct.

Now, even if there are still some crooked melons and cracked dates left, there is no need to worry.

"The group of losers was almost wiped out, and the elite of the descendants of the losers were almost wiped out. Such a brilliant world, known as the center of the Ten Thousand Worlds back then, was destroyed by our ancestors, and it is impossible for these remaining descendants of losers to turn over forever. ”

Some Netherworld Warriors mentioned the old things back then, but they didn't even look at Jiang Yun squarely.

A lowly race, not worth a glance at him.

"This son exerts his strength to let you know what the gap is. My ancestors can destroy your ancestors, and my son can easily destroy you-" Youxin said indifferently.

Boom –

The palm of his hand carried the evil aura of death, condensed the black and gray brilliance, and slapped it towards Jiang Yun's chest.

A group of Nether Warriors all had a look of contempt, as if they had seen Jiang Yun being beaten apart.

They looked at Jiang Yun with a look of mockery.

Jiang Yun was very uncomfortable when he heard these Nether Warriors mention the old things of the Zhantian Era, so many ancient ancestors were slaughtered, this revenge must be avenged.

The blood left by the ancient ancestors needs to be returned with the blood of the Netherworld.

Blood for blood, slash the Netherworld!

Jiang Yun sneered, glanced at Youxin, and said lightly: "Blowing your mother's atmosphere, it's still one percent strength, and ten percent strength is just that-"

"Descendants of losers, you're looking for death-" Youxin said indifferently, and the slap was about to slap Jiang Yun's chest.

A group of Nether warriors laughed, thinking that this descendant of the loser would only put on a show.

Embroidered pillows!

Knock –

Jiang Yun made a move, and the fist mark was shrouded in golden flames, and it roared out, like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss, and blasted out with a punch at Youxin.

Poof-

The fist print and the palm print collided violently, and Youxin was immediately blasted out by a punch.

Brush –

Jiang Yun moved quickly, came to Youxin's body, and smashed a hammer at Youxin's head.

Knock –

"Ahh

He felt like he had been kicked by a donkey, and a large bag quickly swollen up on his forehead, like a single horn, which was very scary.

Jiang Yun put away the hammer, stood with his hands in his hands, and pointed at Youxin: "Haha-young man, I said a long time ago, you have a strong head, and you will definitely be the master of the Netherworld in the future." ”

"Wo Cao—really, this thing has a single horn—" The Demon Lion bared his teeth and poked out his claws to point at the big bag on Youxin's forehead.

Allure Wushuang covered his mouth and smiled, and said: "Therefore, according to legend, the head and horns are grand, and he must be a genius." I've only heard legends, but I haven't seen them with my own eyes, but now I finally see them, not to mention, this prodigy is different-hehe-"

The Tianya Demon Lion subconsciously took a step back, and when Miss Allure smiled, it was even more dangerous than with a straight face.

This one has been belligerent since he was a child, and he and the Nine Heavens Immortal Phoenix are often beaten.

Although Allure is extremely beautiful, no one dares to provoke her, and the elders of the family joke that they feel that Allure Wushuang can't get married, because it's too violent, and no man can stand it.

"You-you ****-looking for death-" Yuxin roared.

The whole face turned red, it was too embarrassing today, not only was he slapped in the face in public by the descendants of this loser, slapped a few times, but also knocked down by a hammer.

A large bag was swollen on his forehead, and there were runes flashing, which was difficult to recover in a short time.

Fuck your uncle's head!

Youxin wants to scold her mother at the moment, the damn head is grand, obviously she was smashed into a big bag by a hammer, but she was sarcastically ridiculed by the descendants of the loser.

Just now, this thing was still there with a magic stick, saying that he had a strong head.

In a blink of an eye, he was really hit by this thing, and a hammer knocked him down, knocking out a big bag on his forehead, like a single horn.

Isn't this a big head, with a big bag on his head?

"Haha-Youxin, you really have a good head-"

"Youxin, you can't do it, give us a long face in the Netherworld, and even one percent of the strength has failed to take down a descendant of a loser who is four small realms lower than you. ”

"It's really bad, is all the usual strength used on women?"

A group of Nether warriors taunted, reprimanding them for disgrace.

Among them, Youxin is the weakest, but they have also cultivated to the Great Powerful Five Heavens, according to their concepts, even if they are the descendants of the losers of the Great Five Heavens, they are not the opponents of Youxin, and they will be easily suppressed.

Now, it looks different.

The descendants of this loser may not seem simple, but so what? their ancestors have been slaughtered, and this loser will still be broken.

"****, this son will exert fifty percent of his combat power this time, and he will die-" Youxin roared angrily, his momentum skyrocketed, and he raised his hand and slapped Jiang Yun.

His face was still hot, and he slapped it at the moment to try to treat others in his own way.

He wants to make this loser return a hundredfold, and life is better than death.

Jiang Yun looked indifferent, and said lightly: "Idiot-"

"What? You're fucking tired of being alive—" Phantom roared, and as a Nether Warrior, he had an innate sense of superiority.

felt that the creatures of the Zhantian World were ants and should be trampled on by him.

Now the ants in his eyes dare to scold him, it's like the sun coming out of the west, this **** is crazy.

Smack-

Another slap sounded, and the people were stunned, and the ghost letter flew out upside down again.

"Ahh

Youxin screamed, stretched out his hand to cover his face, his eyes widened, and with fifty percent of his strength, this descendant of the loser could still be the first to come.

Jiang Yun's expression was calm, there was no trace of joy at all, as if he had done something very ordinary, and said lightly: "The frog at the bottom of the well-"

"Cursed the next door—I'm going to kill you—" The Phantom roared.

This time, he used ten percent of his strength, surrounded by the evil aura of death, and he was like a god of death, stepping forward, holding a death scythe, and slashing at Jiang Yun's head.

Clicks–

The void was slashed through by the Death Scythe, which emitted a terrifying edge.

Youxin was like a demon god returning from hell, exuding a terrifying aura, and the corners of his mouth showed disdain, killing Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun looked calm and stood there quietly.

"That loser was stupefied—"

"With ten percent of his strength, it would be difficult for me to defeat him, let alone the descendant of the loser. ”

"The descendants of the loser will definitely die, not to mention that the realm is lower than Youxin, even if he fights at the same level, Youxin can easily hack him to death. ”

A group of Nether Warriors made a judgment and announced Jiang Yun's end.

Choke –

Wow –

Poof-

At this moment, when the Death Scythe was about to slash at Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun finally made a move.

Draw your sword, swing your sword, and stab it!

The simple and direct action was completed in a row, and in just one breath, Youxin was full of confidence, the victory was in hand, and he was picked out by a sword.