The white-haired old man, that is, one of the three major offerings of the Oriental Family, has been famous for many years, and has not been able to break through the cultivation of the peak of the Dharma Body Realm, and the Oriental Family has made timely efforts to recruit and send a large number of resources, so that he has successfully broken through to the cultivation of the peak of the Dharma Body Realm, and over the years, he has gone further, reaching the realm of half-step Sumeru, that is, he has initially mastered the mysteries of space, and when the time is ripe, he can directly enter the realm of Sumeru.

Enjoying the resources of the Oriental family, this white-haired old man is also greedy, and since then he has stayed in the Oriental family, and continues to enjoy all kinds of resources, the Oriental family has a great cause, and he can't stand such insatiable greed, so he sent this white-haired old man to Zhuhuo City near Zhu Yancheng as a town warrior, as long as the white-haired old man can enjoy the resources, he will be the same everywhere, so he also came.

However, such a big thing happened in Zhu Yancheng, it was impossible for him not to know, when he heard that Dongfang Mad and the six family elders were all dead, his heart couldn't help but move, Zhu Yancheng is much bigger than Zhu Huo City, and the resources are much richer, especially relying on the barren mountains of thousands of miles, although the demon beasts are infested, but it is an inexhaustible huge treasure house, with the two cities of Zhu Yan and Zhu Huo, he can enjoy more resources.

People's hearts are a difficult thing to measure, this white-haired old man's greed rose, and he couldn't suppress it anymore, when he went out of the city, he happened to meet the martial arts group of the Dongfang family, and immediately led the martial arts group of the Dongfang family to kill back, intending to occupy Zhu Yancheng.

"There are still three breaths!" The gloomy voice of the white-haired old man reached Zhu Yancheng, making many martial artists panic, this white-haired old man has been famous for a long time, and he is ruthless, even compared to the blood general of the demon clan, the demon abyss, I am afraid that it is not half a point, it is really quite difficult to deal with.

The white-haired old man looked at the panicked Zhu Yancheng martial artist, and couldn't help sneering in his heart, these people were just tools for him to satisfy his selfish desires, his gloomy eyes gradually moved to Murong Xian's body, the slender figure, peerless demeanor made the white-haired old man swallow a mouthful of saliva, he has seen a lot of beautiful women, but he has never seen such a beautiful one.

"After breaking the city, you must enjoy it!" An evil thought rose from his heart, and the white-haired old man was secretly excited, as for these people to resist, they could be suppressed by turning their hands, and the martial arts group of the thousand Oriental families behind him could also be one as ten, Zhu Yancheng was just a rabble, and as long as he wanted to leave, no one could stop him.

"Have you thought about it, dedicate Zhu Yancheng, serve the old man as the mainstay, and then let this girl accompany the old man to have fun!"

"Shameless!"

"The Oriental family is too shameless, I swear to stand with you!"

"This is our city lord's wife, Hugh has to speak wildly!"

Hearing the white-haired old man's words, Zhu Yancheng's martial artist suddenly scolded angrily.

"Mrs. City Lord, what about the waste City Lord, let him come to see the old man, I want him to kneel and offer this girl to the old man happy!"

The white-haired old man had a wicked smile on his face, and in his impression, there were no real strong people here.

"Oh, it's just an old immortal, I'm not ashamed, I'll kill you today!" A clear voice came from far and near, and then the peerless sword light slashed down towards the white-haired old man.

"Who, bold!" Suddenly attacked, the white-haired old man frowned, his right hand was clenched, the void shook, and a spatial force wanted to lock that sword qi.

But......

That sword qi completely ignored the spatial pressure, and directly cut through the white-haired old man's spatial lock, and slashed his head on the spot.

"What, this can't be!" The white-haired old man was suddenly shocked, what kind of sword qi is this, it can actually cut through the space and directly attack his own body, his right hand strength has been exhausted, so he has to raise his left hand to block.

A huge explosion came from the "boom ......", and the white-haired old man was suddenly shocked back by that sword qi seven or eight steps, and his left hand trembled slightly, as if he had been injured by the sword qi.

"Who is this, who actually has such a strong strength!" Feeling the power of that sword qi, the white-haired old man looked up at the place where the sword qi appeared.

The figure of a teenager stood in the void.

"The city lord is mighty!"

"Hahaha, old horseman, you know how powerful our city lord is!"

"Be rude to the city lord's wife, break your dog's legs!"

Seeing the white-haired old man being shaken back by Yang Yi's sword, a group of huge cheers suddenly erupted from the head of Zhu Yancheng, and thousands of warriors looked at the white-haired old man with a blue face with disdain.

"Who are you? Did you steal the position of this Zhu Yan City Lord?"

Yang Yi slowly landed next to Murong Xian, reached out and grabbed her tender little hand, and did not answer the white-haired old man's words, but said coldly: "Have evil thoughts about my woman, let you have all your limbs broken, and die of a miserable howl!"

Murong Xian's face showed a hint of emotion, who didn't know that her husband was a hero of the world who could shelter himself from the wind and rain.

"Boy, what a big breath, when the old man became famous, you were still nursing in your mother's womb!" The white-haired old man had already given birth to a trace of fear in his heart, the older he gets, the more he cherishes his life, Yang Yi's peerless sword surprised him, and he had the idea of running away.

"After living at such an age, you have lived in vain! Today I will sit down and send you to reincarnation!" Yang Yi sneered and patted Murong Xian's little hand, and then the Ancient Sword Saint Emperor circled up, Yang Yi took a little step, turned into a violent wind, and cut down the white-haired old man.

"You...... Damn......" The white-haired old man didn't expect Yang Yi to say that he would fight, and he didn't leave him any room at all, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

"The old man is still afraid that you won't succeed!" With a mistake in both palms, the powerful True Yuan rose overwhelmingly, rolling the wind and clouds in all directions, and the momentum was terrifying.

"It's a false appearance, old horseman, you are much worse than the demon clan's blood general Demon Yuan!" As soon as he fought, Yang Yi felt the true strength of this white-haired old man, and couldn't help sneering in his heart.

Yang Yi's words fell into the ears of the white-haired old man, but it shocked his heart, of course he had heard of the Blood General Demon Yuan, he had once glanced at the Demon Yuan from a distance, but he was scared for half a year and could not advance an inch, and this young man said that he had fought with the Blood General Demon Yuan, which seemed to be true.

The person who can fight with the blood general demon yuan can still retreat with his whole body, what kind of strength is this, but what the white-haired old man doesn't know is that Yang Yi directly killed the existence of the blood general demon yuan.

The white-haired old man became more and more frightened, this young man's swordsmanship was unprecedented, he couldn't cope with it at all, he could only rely on the powerful true yuan to defend, but this situation was completely just drinking to quench his thirst, he knew better than anyone else the truth that if he kept it for a long time, he would lose.

"Boy, stop, the old man admits defeat, and leaves Zhu Yancheng!" The white-haired old man crossed his palms and shouted anxiously.

"It's late, let's go to hell!" In the sword light, Yang Yi's cold voice came out.

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