"Tsk, that's how tricky the so-called big disciple is, right?"

Listening to the voice coming from behind him, Yang Chen lay on the ground and held a ball of mud and sand in his hand, his eyes were scarlet, and said, "You should die!"

"Heh, it's just a piece of waste that I've stepped underfoot, what's the right to speak!"

After these words, Yang Chen's body froze, his head was pressed into the mud and sand, and when he lifted it up again, it was already all covered with mud and sand.

The spiritual power in Yang Chen's body burst out one after another, accompanied by thunder, and the little heavenly thunder that was finally recovered was all exerted by Yang Chen at this moment.

"What is this?" After feeling the figure behind him quickly leave his body, Yang Chen slowly stood up.

Looking at the group of people standing in front of him, he glanced behind him again, twisting his neck slightly, Yang Chen raised his head and said, "Who attacked from behind just now, either get out!" or I will punch you all away." ”

After speaking, Yang Chen twisted his wrist slightly, but there was still a faint pain in his back, making him grit his teeth slightly.

"Come on, let me see the true strength of the big disciple, I hope you are really hanging pigskin on the white tiger. Ximen Feng smiled fiercely, and directly waved the long stick in his hand towards Yang Chen's head.

This stick was carrying a raging wind, and it was about to hit the top of Yang Chen's head, but the stick couldn't move, and Ximen Feng's face also showed a trace of doubt.

"Do you want to let you people from the Crazy Peak go up together?" Yang Chen's figure slowly emerged from behind the stick, and with force in his hand, he snatched Ximen Feng's stick with one force.

At this time, Huo Chongtian, who was standing in the distance, felt a chill in his heart, and he didn't know why, he vaguely felt that the strange Yang Chen he saw before was not an illusion, but because of the old man who Nian Mountain, he could faintly peek into Yang Chen's true face.

The corners of Ximen Feng's mouth slowly opened, and he said: "It's really interesting, it deserves to be a big disciple, let's have a good time with you!"

After speaking, Yang Chen's arm holding the stick trembled slightly, and after letting go of the stick, his body retreated suddenly, and he couldn't help but look at Ximen Feng in front of him with some sternness.

And Ximen Feng's stick had already smashed a big hole in Yang Chen's position just now, and at this time, one by one, the mad peak disciples walked to his side, looked at Yang Chen in unison and said, "Please advise me!

"I'll teach you well. Yang Chen twisted his arms and picked up the Xuanyun Sword that had fallen to the side, the long sword was horizontal, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

"Just what I want!" Ximen Feng's eyes widened, and his face showed an extremely distorted expression, and he rushed towards Yang Chen first, swinging his stick down, and there was a crackling sound in the air.

With a swing of the sword, the long stick and the Xuanyun sword collided violently, and Yang Chen used all his strength to use his sword, and he actually collided with Ximen Feng.

Moreover, the strength of Ximen Feng was still increasing, and one after another mad mountain disciples were surging around Yang Chen, who were raising their sticks and hitting their heads, their eyes were cold, and the long sword retreated, staggering the confrontation with the long stick.

"Yo, are you scared? Ximen Feng bent backwards, looked at the sky, and then slowly moved back, looking at Yang Chen in front of him and said.

Yang Chen just sneered, and his feet moved, as if with countless thunders, the fog and thunder appeared on Yang Chen's body almost instantly, and in an instant, his figure disappeared from the sight of all the Crazy Peak disciples, even Ximen Feng was no exception.

Ximen Feng, who had lost his trace of Yang Chen, pulled his hair angrily, looked at the other mad peak disciples frantically and roared: "Find him out for me, otherwise I will kill you!"

As soon as Ximen Feng's words came out, all the mad peak disciples twisted their heads and looked around.

But soon, a mad peak disciple fell to the ground, the whites of his eyes had completely turned over, his body continued to twitch, and golden thunder spread on his body.

The next moment, another Mad Peak disciple fell to the ground, the same as the previous one, and then every few breaths, another Mad Peak disciple fell to the ground.

There were even mad peak disciples who became frightened, looking around with frightened eyes, for fear that the next one would be themselves.

"I didn't expect the eldest disciple to use such a despicable method!" The corners of Ximen Feng's mouth twitched slightly, but then he showed a strange and triumphant smile, and said, "Ximen Ying, kill him!"

Yang Chen in the dark frowned slightly, who is Ximen Ying? But the next moment, a sense of danger welled up from his heart.

Almost instinctively, Yang Chen turned around and punched out, with countless heavenly thunders, but with one punch, Yang Chen knew that he had been tricked, and the other party was not behind him at all, but in ......

Yang Chen slowly looked towards the top of his head, and a figure was standing in the air, holding a long stick, but there were a lot of sharp blades installed on this long stick, and it was estimated that a lot of flesh and blood would be taken away with a stick.

When he saw the figure of the other party, Yang Chen knew that it was useless for him to escape again, and a stream of thunder shot out from the center of his palm, shooting out towards the figure in the sky, but before the thunder arrived, the figure had disappeared.

Yang Chen frowned, it was difficult for ordinary people to escape the speed of thunder, but this person's speed was extremely fast, and without thinking much about it, Yang Chen quickly wrapped himself in fog and thunder and dissipated in everyone's sight.

"Senior Brother Ximen Ying, kill him!" There are disciples of Crazy Peak who shout frantically for Ximen Ying in the shadows, and Ximen Feng looks very happy watching all this.

Yang Chen's eyes kept moving around him, and a sense of danger always lingered in his heart and could not be dissipated, which even made his heart tense.

"Die, big disciple!" When a voice came from his side, Yang Chen concentrated all the fog and thunder in that part, but the other party still took away a small piece of his flesh and blood with a sharp blade, and Yang Chen's figure was also exposed to the sight of all the mad peak disciples.

Touching the injured part of himself, Yang Chen didn't look at it, but his hands were already full of blood, but he figured out one thing, this is called Ximen Ying, it is the mad peak disciple who blackmailed him before, he couldn't help laughing.

"Big disciple, go on, let me see where you can escape?" Ximen Feng carried his long stick and walked out slowly.

Yang Chen twisted his jaw, looked at Ximen Feng and said, "Come on, let me see the combat power of your Crazy Peak, don't let me down." ”

After speaking, Yang Chen's body shook slightly twice, disappeared in place, and with the powerful ability of the fog thunder, he appeared in front of Ximen Feng in an instant, and stabbed out with a sword.

Ximen Feng blocked it with difficulty, and then watched another sword light surging in front of him, and hurriedly stomped his long stick to the ground.

Bang –

The two collided fiercely, and the resulting force made Yang Chen take two steps back, and he couldn't help but glance at the stick in Ximen Feng's hand curiously.

"Hahaha, no matter how strong you are, you can't win against my mad peak. Ximen Feng couldn't help laughing, and then fiercely picked up the long stick in his hand and rushed towards Yang Chen, who was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, there were dozens of Crazy Peak disciples, frantically rushing in the direction of Yang Chen.

"Come on!" Yang Chen sneered, slowly raised the Xuanyun Sword in his hand, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he shouted loudly and killed the people of the Crazy Peak who rushed towards him.

At the same time, Yang Chen's body shook slightly, and a powerful soul power gushed out, and the soul killing technique directly knocked half of the opponent's people to the ground.

However, to Yang Chen's surprise, even if he used the soul technique, it would be difficult to destroy all the people of the Crazy Peak, some of them were still determined, and their comprehension of the killing technique was far from enough.

"Something. Seeing such a situation, Ximen Feng did not feel that Yang Chen was difficult to deal with, but showed a hint of excitement and rushed over with the rest of the people.

Yang Chen also screamed, and rushed towards the west gate, and the two sides were about to collide together.

Ximen Feng took the lead and stabbed Yang Chen's left shoulder with a stick, but Yang Chen's long sword was also swung out, and a sword slashed at Ximen Feng's head, almost instantly, Ximen Feng's head shrank down, and the other hand punched Yang Chen's stomach.

Yang Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood, but for the pain, he seemed to have already been numb, and the Xuanyun Sword in his hand turned around, and a sword stabbed towards the Ximen Feng under him.

At this moment, Ximen Feng couldn't dodge anymore, and was pierced through the body by Yang Chen's sword, but Yang Chen now had dozens of Crazy Peak disciples rushing in front of him.

The corners of Yang Chen's mouth grinned slightly, and a trace of exhaustion appeared on his face that could not be concealed, after all, he had been fighting for a long time, even if he was strong, the strength in his body could not keep up, and he forcibly pulled out the Xuanyun Sword from Ximen Feng's body.

Kicking it to the side, Yang Chen took the Xuanyun Sword and directly killed these Crazy Peak disciples.

Although these Crazy Peak disciples have a good cultivation, they are much weaker than Ximen Feng, and although Yang Chen is a little tired now, he can also deal with these weak chickens.

There was a burst of sword light, and one by one the mad peak disciples fell to the ground, dead, wounded, and dizzy

Yang Chen's body was covered with blood, and his clothes had turned into strips of cloth that were swaying in the wind.

"That kid in the back, don't think about sneaking up, I've already found your place. Yang Chen slowly turned his head, and the scarlet fierce light in his eyes flickered.

Then a figure appeared out of thin air, it was Ximen Ying, and now even if he still had that crazy look on his face, he was a little more afraid.

The strength shown by Yang Chen really made him a little jealous in his heart, after all, one person could be regarded as killing all the people in their Crazy Peak team, and only one of them was left.

"Come on!" Yang Chen bent down slightly, imitating the appearance of Ximen Feng before, and beckoned to Ximen Ying.

The corners of Ximen Ying's mouth opened slightly, Yang Chen's provocative behavior was undoubtedly looking for death in his opinion, and with a movement under his feet, a stick was swung out, bringing up countless sand and dust in an instant.

Yang Chen coughed, his head slowly raised, and the figure of Ximen Ying and countless sand and dust appeared in his pupils.

Bang –

With one step, countless thunderbolts instantly spread out a huge area around Yang Chen's body, and the thunder made Ximen Ying's figure instantly exposed from the dust.

"You're finished!" Yang Chen said slowly, carrying the Xuanyun Sword, dragging his tired body to Ximen Ying.

"Wait, wait, I'm not the only one of us. It was only at this moment that Simon Ying felt the breath of death.