"You...... Don't come here!"

When Yang Mucheng's gaze looked towards the last Immortal Sect disciple, the other party completely collapsed. At this moment, he only felt that the cold hairs on his body were completely erected, and the whole person was like a fried cat, trembling uncontrollably!

"Humph!"

Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards the other party.

Seeing Yang Mucheng's movements, this disciple's face turned pale, and he choked Lu Yao'er's throat tightly, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and he trembled:

"Don't come here, if you come here again, I'll kill her!"

As he spoke, his five fingers converged, as if as long as Yang Mucheng moved again, he would directly screw Lu Yao'er's throat.

This moment.

Zheng Hang looked at Yang Mucheng, like falling into an ice cellar, only to feel a chill popping out of his head and spreading all over his body.

Evil door!

This is Zheng Hang's only thought.

If it was a Shenhai powerhouse who killed Xiao Ming and Xue Kai, he would definitely not have too much surprise and shock. After all, even on the declining stars, there are absolute powerhouses. In the past, when they captured the stars, they would occasionally capsize in the gutter and be killed by the most powerful being in that star.

But what is it?

The opponent was just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, a half-step Shenhai kid. A warrior who has broken his inheritance and fallen into the Dao system!

is such a kid, kill Xiao Ming, kill Xue Kai!

"Oh, you dare to threaten me when you die? If you dare to kill Lu Yao'er, I will not only kill you, but I will also have to kill Xuanzong in the future and wash your sect with blood!"

Yang Mucheng didn't stop, and said lightly.

"I'm going to kill her!"

Zheng Hang's hand grabbed Lu Yao'er's throat, trembling more and more.

Then.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zheng Hang's mind has completely collapsed. Obviously, he had never encountered such a terrifying existence as Yang Mucheng.

These disciples of the Xianmen Sect, who were rampant and domineering, were finally completely planted when they came to Kyushu and met Yang Lao Mo, who was famous for both good and evil!

"If you have a kind, you can try!"

Yang Mucheng suddenly shouted angrily!

Zheng Hang's heart trembled, his hand lost an inch, and his five fingers suddenly retracted, as if he wanted to crush Lu Yao'er's throat on the spot.

However, at this moment, Yang Mucheng looked directly at it. His eyes were full of starry light, and his gaze was almost condensed into substance, like two rays of light that suddenly shot out, crackling the space, and hit Zheng Hang's pupils on the spot.

"Poof~"

Where could Zheng Hang resist such a terrifying attack of divine thoughts, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew out directly.

If it were someone else, I am afraid that my mind would have been completely shattered and I would have become an idiot.

This Zheng Hang still had the strength to leave, but he turned over, jumped up quickly, and fled into the distance. At the same time, his right hand slapped his waist and threw something directly at Yang Mucheng.

"Ding!"

That thing was a brilliant embroidery needle.

The speed of the hole shot was extremely fast, and it had already torn the void in an instant, as if ignoring the obstacles of space and time, and in an instant, it had already come to Yang Mucheng's face, and it was even more aimed at Yang Mucheng's eyebrows!

This moment.

Yang Mucheng only felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, surging rapidly.

"Whew!"

His eyes widened angrily, and he grabbed it with his right hand, sacrificed the Shen Yuan Sword, and slashed it in the air, slashing heavily on the embroidery needle.

"Bang!"

The embroidery needle was shattered on the spot.

And Yang Mucheng also took a step back!

"Boy, I remember you......"

"Today's hatred, I will definitely repay it a hundredfold and a thousandfold!"

"When the time comes, my Xuanzong army will immediately roll over Kyushu. I will kill all your relatives in front of you and let you watch them be tortured to death!"

Zheng Hang, as a disciple of Xuanzong, when did he suffer such resentment.

was actually forced to be like this by a native of the declining stars!

"Do you have a life to live past today?"

Yang Mucheng looked at Zheng Hang, who was already flying into the sky, and snorted coldly, but held the Shen Yuan Sword in his hand and slashed it in the air. Under Zheng Hangzhen's shocked gaze, he directly chopped it down. The protective shield on Zheng Hang's body, which had used up all his internal strength, was like a blank piece of paper, and it was easily cut open. And the momentum of the Shen Yuan Sword continued unabated, and it fell with a bang, splitting Zheng Hang from head to toe on the spot, and split the sword in half!

'Impossible......'

Zheng Hang's eyes were round, and there was still incredulity in his eyes.

He was a disciple of the Xianmen Sect, and he actually died at the hands of a local native. How many people dare not kill because they are afraid of the sect behind him and want to kill. But the young man in front of him didn't care at all, that posture, as if even if you were the emperor Laozi, I would kill him!

Rumble!

Yang Mucheng's sword slashed out, and the momentum exploded.

The entire Heavenly Wolf Mountain was cut in half by this sword on the spot.

Let go of the Abyss Sword.

Yang Mucheng took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the qi and blood of Xiao Ming, Xue Kai, and Zheng Hang turned into a torrent and poured into his body.

"Huh?"

When these three strands of qi and blood entered his body, Yang Mucheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He found that the qi and blood of these three people were far stronger than those of the martial artists in Kyushu, and he was like eating a perfect tonic pill.

'It seems that these immortal sects really have arrogant capital!'

'Although it is the early stage of the Shenhai, the strength of the qi and blood is comparable to the martial artists in the middle and even late stages of the Shenhai in Kyushu. No wonder there are so few people who can deal with them!'

Yang Mucheng said secretly in his heart.

"Uncle Ancestor ......"

At this moment, a whistling sound suddenly rang out.

Everyone looked up, but saw a ray of light rushing in and descending in front of them. The one who came was none other than Jin Lieyang, the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect!

Teng!

In addition to Jin Lieyang, there are many elders and deacons, all of whom have fallen down at this moment. As soon as they came, they looked at Yang Mucheng extremely nervously. When he found that Yang Mucheng was standing there safely, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Shi, great!"

Jin Lieyang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Since he knew that Yang Mucheng had met three disciples of the Immortal Sect, he couldn't sit still anymore and rushed over on the spot.

"What's good?"

Yang Mucheng asked lightly.

Jin Lieyang smiled: "It's okay if you're okay, it's good that you didn't have a conflict with the disciples of the Immortal Sect, are the three disciples of the Immortal Sect gone?"

Except for Jin Lieyang, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Anyway, at least there were no conflicts!

With Yang Mucheng's cultivation, he will definitely not be the opponent of these guys. Moreover, there are three people on the other side, if there is really a conflict, Yang Mucheng must not be an opponent.

"However, what about the three Immortal Sect disciples?" Jin Lieyang's face was full of doubts, and he kept looking around. When he saw the look on Yang Mucheng's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't believe it: "Uncle Shi, did you kill ......?"

"That's right, I'll kill them!"

Yang Mu became enlightened.

His expression was indifferent, and the wind was calm, as if he had crushed two or three insects to death.

(End of chapter)