"Knort"

A sword light slashed through the void and landed on Tang Chuan. [No pop-ups. The sword light failed to break through Tang Chuan's skin, but only further destroyed his ragged clothes and knocked him away.

"Your body is not much worse than the physical cultivation in ancient times, it is a good seedling." The guards admired, and the sword was sheathed.

He looked at Tang Chuan, got up with difficulty, didn't have time to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, picked up the halberd, and guarded strictly.

"There's no need to be like this, I don't want to stifle the Terran Heavenly Pride." He said, watching countless bronze chariots wreaking havoc, crushing, and as plain as water.

Tang Chuan also looked at them and said nothing.

The guard sighed: "We have been waiting for thousands of years, only waiting for such a group of ...... Litter. In the millennium, it may still be so. ”

"Wait, I don't know how long I'll have to wait, if I'll have to wait." He was confused, and had been thousands of years again, watching countless Tianjiao come in and die.

His status is not low, he is one of the few people who have spirits in the tomb, and when he entered the tomb, he was not just to guard the spirit.

"I don't know." Tang Chuan replied.

"I didn't ask you!" The guard shouted, his eyes flashing like a wounded beast.

"Forget it." He waved his hand, unspeakably lonely, "Thank you for chatting with me, next time I want to see a living person, I want to come for a thousand years." ”

The guards finally left, with a hint of regret, and returned to their place with an unknown number of bronze chariots.

The spear returned to its original flavor and was clenched.

Time seemed to go backwards, and everything returned to its original place, except for the bloody corpses, the terrified survivors, and Xu Hanshan, who had just broken through.

"There's a shout of killing inside, go and see!" There is humanity, coming from the cemetery.

A group of people came in an instant, and after covering their eyes, they gasped.

"It deserves to be a peerless murderous tomb!" A white-haired old man's eyes lit up, he walked quickly to Tang Chuan's side, slapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Little friend, I don't know what happened here, the halberd in your hand seems familiar......"

"This thing was left in the tomb by my seniors, and I hope to return it." Before the old man finished speaking, someone came to cut off the beard.

The corpses of the tomb are all over the field, and there is no shortage of the dead who have their acquaintances, Xuanming powerhouses, young heroes. Shocked, they didn't dare to step forward easily, and when they saw Tang Chuan's ragged clothes, like a child's Huaibao, they were all greedy.

"Get out of ......" Tang Chuan didn't raise his head, thinking about the battle just now.

"Little friend!" The white-bearded old man shouted with a smile, watching Tang Chuan slap his hand down, and his smile stopped abruptly.

"I don't want to say it a second time!" Tang Chuan's tone was a little cold, but his eyes fell on the cautious, thief-like butler Tang, who seemed to have discovered something.

Hundreds of meters away, Xu Hanshan stands proudly in the world. It is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and its grandeur is not dominant.

"Hehe, why should Xiaoyou be like this." The whitebeard was neither ashamed nor angry, but just slowly retreated and gave way to his companions.

As the saying goes, as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, there is only nothing. It's just a hand-to-hand effort, and the whitebeard knows that this young man is not easy to mess with. Get out of the way and give the stubble to someone else.

The white-bearded old man retreated from the difficulty, and it was inconceivable to anyone who was familiar with him, you must know that the white-bearded old man was dusty, but his nature was not as pure as the name that his master gave him. He's not despicable, but he's not the white-bearded Santa Claus.

There are hundreds of people who can stop, among them there are many old people from other large domains, and there are really not many who intersect with the old way of Whitebeard. After more people sneered, they squeezed forward, wanting to wait for an opportunity to snatch the halberd in Tang Chuan's hand.

There are also people who say that the person who came to cut off the beard, "Falling leaves, isn't that your sect's master and ghost halberd, just let an outsider get it?" Not afraid to go back and be convicted? ”

Falling leaves, born in autumn, was taken away by the current master when he was a teenager, and embarked on the path of cultivation, the cultivation knife is also regarded as the head of the world today, and the huge cultivation world also has a lot of fame. It's just that this fame is not brought by strength, but by his greed.

"Friend, give face." Falling Leaves smiled slightly, and took a few steps forward very proudly, wanting to take the halberd from Tang Chuan's hands.

There was no nonsense, just when the crystal clear palm of the fallen leaves covered the halberd, just when he was smiling, Tang Chuan was no longer verbose, and the halberd flipped over, and the killing aura rushed to the top of the tomb, shaking off a little dust, which attracted the eyes of many strong people to stay.

"Carving insect skills!" The fallen leaves were not in a hurry, the runes in the palm flashed, and the original intention did not change, wanting to forcibly take away the halberd.

"Poof!"

The halberd sliced through the fallen leaf arm and slid into his chest. The runes burst and couldn't stop the halberd, one halberd and two sections.

"I've killed a lot of people like you!" Tang Chuan looked back and sneered, I don't know how many people were staring at his god and ghost Fang Tian Painting Halberd, wanting to take advantage of his successive battles to seize the halberd and take his name by the way.

"I seem to know that person, is it him?" Someone in the crowd saw Tang Chuan's face clearly, watched him turn around, and gradually overlapped him with the person in his memory, and came to a conclusion.

"He's the Great Demon King Tang Chuan!" He said, causing a burst of exclamations, especially the white-bearded old Taoist Qingchen, watching Tang Chuan cut melons and vegetables and kill a Xuanming Realm monk, he was very afraid, and wanted to leave, lest Tang Chuan settle accounts after the autumn.

"That's right, it's really him!" Someone heard about it, looked closely, and came to the same conclusion, looked at him, and then looked at the dead bodies all over the ground, and was terrified: "Could it be that he slaughtered so many strong people?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the birds were silent. If this corpse all over the ground is really what Tang Chuan said, I am afraid that his title of the Great Demon King will become taboo, a person who is powerful and does not take a long road, and is called the Demon King, no one wants to mention it.

The void shook, Zhao Xiaoyun hid in it, and at this moment he was inevitably frightened and trembling. He was very glad that he was not killed by the Great Demon King Tang Chuan just now.

"It's those puppets!" An old man covered in blood said, if Tang Chuan hadn't slashed beside him just now and destroyed many bronze chariots, he would have been a member of the ground now.

Acquaintances supported him, healed him with elixir, and inquired about what had happened to the tomb. After Su Lao sighed, he still traced what happened one by one, telling him how powerful those bronze chariots were, and they could easily kill the so-called "Xuanming Realm powerhouse" at will, and even Tang Chuan was almost killed.

"You stay here, look for some opportunities, don't support each other, and beware of those blood puppets from resurrection." Tang Chuan planned to move on, bypassing those blood puppets and entering the graveyard that was large enough to carry ten chariots in parallel.

"No!" Steward Tang nodded, he was in danger just now, he didn't dare to move forward, and he was ready to study those formations that had been exposed.

Xu Hanshan hesitated, and finally couldn't find a reason to stop Tang Chuan, so he had to nod his head and promise, drip blood on a thousand paper cranes, and said: "Boss, this tomb is extremely dangerous, God knows what else is ahead, it's better to be cautious." This thousand paper crane has my blood, and if something happens, you can crush him and summon me to come. ”

Tang Chuan nodded and left, looking at the golden armor puppet from afar, he didn't make a move just now, and he didn't let the guards around him attack, but just hit casually, and he almost killed himself without the power of runes, which shows how strong he is.

He bypassed those puppets and strode into the tombway, leaving behind a group of handsome men, wanting to move forward and win the creation of heaven and earth.

"Just let him go?" Someone set their sights on Xu Hanshan and Steward Tang and wanted to kill them.

"Since he is gone, let's take his old servant first and help me pay tribute to my poor apprentice!" A strong man sharpened his knife and rubbed his eyes with his hands, wanting to shed crystal tears.

"We still don't get involved in this kind of thing!" Many humanitarians have no grudges with Tang Chuan, and they have no entanglement with Tang Steward Xu Hanshan. I want to hunt for treasure in the pile of dead people, so as not to empty the treasure mountain.

"You want to attack us?" Steward Tang pretended to be panicked, retreated to Xu Hanshan's side in three or two steps, and looked at their smiling appearance, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"Let's kill the newly acquired swordsman of the family master first, and then ......" Steward Tang simply laid out a defensive array, hid inside, and didn't dare to show his head again.

"Xu Hanshan, I heard that you studied under Chang Hu, but I don't know how many Chang Hu's swordsmanship you have learned." A middle-aged man with a sword is humane. He studied under the Divine Sword Gate, and Chang Hu was an old grudge, and he fought several times when he was a teenager, but he was defeated. Since then, I have hated Penglai Domain.

Now that he met Chang Hu's apprentice, he had already prepared the long sword and white silk, and he didn't want to shoot once in vain.

"First time meeting, goodbye, no, garbage ......" Xu Hanshan stepped on the golden lotus, like lightning. He appeared in the crowd in the blink of an eye, and the sword-wielding middle-aged man behind him had already fallen.

"Xuankong Realm powerhouse!" Some people were shocked, they broke through to the Xuankong Realm at such a young age, and they might be able to take a step forward in the future, and they dared to offend such a strong person.

"I know there are a lot of people who don't like the head of the house and me, so what?" His eyes were like torches, and his voice was as loud as the ringing of bells, which shook the bunch of monks.

"Don't accept the battle!" In just four words, he said categorically, with a momentum like a rainbow, and his eyes defeated everyone alone.

No one dared to respond!

"After today, my Divine Sword Sect will definitely be ashamed!" Someone swore in his heart, but he couldn't hide it from Xu Hanshan, only to see a cold light, and the monk of the Divine Sword Sect who swore just now was killed together with the same sect who bowed his head.

"Some people say, I'm a puppet!" Xu Hanshan withdrew his sword and said with a smile: "You must know that when the puppet is angry, blood is splashed ten steps." ”

Xu Hanshan is far away, he doesn't plan to pursue Tang Chuan, but he wants to get the inheritance of his predecessors.

Not far from Tang Chuan's ordinary people who have no hatred and no grudges, they were also shocked by Xu Hanshan's realm and words, and when they saw him coming at this moment, no one dared to confront him and retreated. What's more, they threw away the treasures, spiritual weapons, and even immortal weapons they had just found, and did not dare to hide their secrets.

He happily accepted it, selected some fine products, and left the rest for other monks, the most taboo thing in the cultivation world is to eat alone, such a tomb is just a node with so many outsiders falling, leaving behind many treasures, not to mention the burial goods of the tomb itself, the treasures collected by the ancient powers.

You must know that at that time, the aura of heaven and earth was not exhausted, and the monks who became immortals did not know how many, and most of the immortal weapons used were immortal weapons that surpassed the spiritual weapons.

"You're terrible!" Someone said to Xu Hanshan that he didn't intend to back down, "If you go on like this, you will provoke many great domains to fight together!" ”

"So what?" Xu Hanshan was not in the Great Domain of Unexpected Strength, and cut off his head with a sword.