The power of this sword!

This is something that no one could have imagined, in everyone's hearts, no matter how powerful Yang Mucheng is, he can't intimidate so many people. But in fact, it was just the opposite, he was just a sword, and he was already making these martial artists who came to Xiliang Peak to compete for the rare treasure of the world, and they didn't dare to move!

"This is the true strength of Old Demon Yang......"

looked at Yang Mucheng, and then looked at the power of his sword, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but have such a thought.

Old Demon Yang's name is terrifying, whether it is stepping on the Heavenly Palace, or killing Wu Dizu, few people have seen him make a move in person. Even many people thought that Yang Mucheng was only able to get to where he is today by relying on Longtang. Therefore, I don't recognize the name of this old devil, just a joke.

But now that the sword was slashed, they couldn't laugh anymore.

"Lord Wangong, you made a mistake!"

Jiang Chen held the sword and stared at Yang Mucheng with squinted eyes. "The strength of this Yang Old Demon is far beyond our imagination. Not even, not below me. His sword is enough to deter everyone, if you don't come forward again, I'm afraid this strange treasure will have to be taken away by Old Demon Yang!"

"Yang Mucheng!"

Ten Thousand Sword Spirit clenched his fists, his eyes cold.

How did he not know what Jiang Chen said, everything was true. Those martial artists in front, under Yang Mucheng's sword, almost frightened their courage, the Dragon Palace killers who were mixed in it, no matter how bewitched, they didn't dare to stay any longer.

......

Sou!

As soon as Yang Mucheng's right hand was released, the Nine Dragons Flying Sword turned into nine rays of light and was swallowed by him.

See this scene.

Everyone in the Dragon Hall laughed:

"It is worthy of the saint, his sword is enough to make these people scared out of their courage......"

"You still dare to rob the strange treasure born in Xiliang Peak?

"Look, someone's coming out, that's it?"

"Bad ......"

Just as everyone was laughing, they saw a figure slowly walking out. When everyone saw this figure clearly, their faces suddenly turned blue and they couldn't laugh anymore. A trace of jealousy flashed in Lu Qianfeng's eyes, and he clenched his fists, unable to believe it:

"How is he!"

"How could he not be attracted to such a big movement when a strange treasure was born?

When the crowd saw the appearance of the comer, they were amazed, or they could not believe it, or they were terrified.

Only Yang Mucheng was secretly happy in his heart - you finally came out.

The reason why he made such a big disturbance at this Xiliang Peak was to lure the person in front of him out. And this person is none other than the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit of the Dragon Palace of the Reverse Sichuan Continent!

Distance.

Jiang Chen hugged his arms, and his gaze kept sweeping back and forth over Yang Mucheng and Wan Jianling.

"The collision of the biggest forces in two continents. Who will win? The rising star Yang Lao Mo, or the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit of the King of Dragon Palace Killers? It's really interesting...... However, I'm still optimistic about Ten Thousand Sword Spirit. ”

"Old Demon Yang, you didn't expect it!" Wan Jianling walked out slowly with his hands behind his back, and he looked at Yang Mucheng with a smug face. "I want this strange treasure! I want your head! You destroy my Dragon Palace, kill my palace people, I will cut you with a thousand knives, and I will not destroy your Daqian Dynasty, I am unwilling!"

"It's up to you?" Yang Mucheng sneered and shook his head.

"You're wrong, it's not just me! I, the three thousand killers of the Dragon Palace, have already poured out...... Here Xiliang Peak is your burial place. I want to use the blood of your old demon Yang as a gift for the birth of a strange treasure!" Wan Jianling clapped his hands, and in the next moment, among the chaotic martial artists, killers dressed in various disguises walked out together.

"This ......"

Those warriors who were originally competing for exotic treasures only felt as if they were being poured a bucket of ice water directly from top to bottom. It wasn't until this moment that they realized that they were actually quietly bewitched by the killers of the Dragon Palace.

'Whether it's the Great Qian Dynasty or the Dragon Palace, this is a behemoth. Dare to snatch the treasure under the noses of these two behemoths, there is not the slightest chance at all!'

Then.

Even the martial artists who were fanatical about the strange treasure also calmed down at this moment.

If they only faced the side of the Great Qian Dynasty, they might still have a chance to fish in troubled waters. But if there is a collision between the two continents, the biggest forces, they are afraid that they will not have the slightest chance!

The crowd began to retreat......

In the noisy battlefield, only Yang Mucheng and Wan Jianling were left facing each other.

"If you hide in the shadows and never come forward, maybe I will still be afraid of you. But now that you show up, do you think I'll be afraid of you?" Yang Mucheng said with a smile.

Wan Jianling shook his head and said, "The killer's strongest method is, of course, assassination. But I'm different, I'm Wan Jian Ling, the palace master of the Dragon Palace. I'm a killer, I don't pay attention to any methods, no matter how strong your cultivation is, you can't escape death. I'm the only one to kill you!"

Yang Mucheng was right.

Ten Thousand Sword Spirits could have hid in the shadows, waiting for the right time to do it. After all, killers are best at assassination, not frontal combat. But Wan Jianling couldn't wait, he couldn't watch Yang Mucheng take away the strange treasure in the Xiliang Peak, and his strength would reach a higher level. At that time, he would have no chance to kill Yang Mucheng again.

Since he had seen Yang Mucheng's sword and dared to come out, he naturally had the certainty and chance of winning against Yang Mucheng!

But.

Wan Jianling didn't know that the so-called strange treasure was just an 'Ancient Divine Dragon Essence Gem', and Yang Mucheng just used this essence to lure him out.

"Protect the Holy One!"

Lu Qianfeng shouted.

Teng!

The next moment, the Dragon Hall Ancestor was like a tiger and wolf army, rushing out frantically.

With a wave of his right hand, the three thousand killers behind him swept away, colliding with the Dragon Hall Ancestor.

In a flash.

The battlefield, which had finally stopped, once again erupted in a rain of swords and swords in chaos.

"Soldier to soldier, king to king!" Wan Jianling looked at Yang Mucheng with a smile. "Today, you don't have the protection of the Dragon Hall, I see what else you can do. ”

"Really?" an inexplicable smile appeared on Yang Mucheng's face.

Wan Jianling shook his head, he paused for three breaths, and then slowly raised his head and looked at Yang Mucheng and said, "It seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin! Your previous sword is terrifying, but in my eyes, it's just that." Moreover, the power of my sword is several times stronger than yours!"

As soon as his voice fell, his fists clenched.

Rumble!

A terrifying momentum rose from his body crazily, and in an instant, it had reached the extreme. The surging internal energy was slowly surging, and the aura of the Ten Thousand Sword Spirit became more and more gloomy at this moment. With a swing of his right hand, a serpentine sword was held in his hand. At the same time, Wan Jian Ling's body was also weirdly twisted, and at this moment, he was like a snake king who chose people to devour!

"It's ......"

Jiang Chen, who had been fighting for a long time, finally changed his complexion. He looked at Yang Mucheng and shook his head secretly. "It seems that Old Demon Yang will definitely lose this time, he even used this trick!"

(End of chapter)