Although they are both in the infancy stage, there is also a gap.

Although Yu Quanchen is in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, in Yang Mucheng's eyes, he is only at the level of the top thirty on the Spirit Sword List.

Nature.

This is not an exaggeration.

In the middle of the Yuan Infant Period of the thirty-six sects such as the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, the combat effectiveness was at least dozens of times higher than that of an existence like the Jade Quanchen. The gap between the two sides is not only in the exercises, martial arts, qi and blood, and weapons. It's like the prime minister of the mortal world and the prime minister of the martial arts world, the official rank between the two is exactly the same, but the power they have is very different.

Now.

These Yuanying martial artists, in Yang Mucheng's eyes, are like this.

"Too bad!"

"It's the middle of the Yuan Infant, and it's only at this level!"

"You don't even have the qualifications to let me use the Demon God Sacrifice!"

Yang Mucheng shook his head secretly.

He was also tired of it.

At this moment, the right hand that burst out suddenly retracted, and raised a finger, which was a shocking finger.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, Yu Quanchen's pupils narrowed.

This move was terrifying, and it had even surpassed the power that the highest-grade Xuan-rank martial arts in their sect should have. In the face of this finger, he could only widen his eyes, watch the other person point, and lightly slam it on his forehead.

"Bang!"

Under a pair of shocked eyes, Yu Quanchen's whole person disappeared like a bubble, and even his Yuan Ying was killed at this moment!

"Oh my God!"

At this moment, even Lu Yao'er couldn't help but exclaim.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that Yang Mucheng actually killed the Jade Quanchen in the middle of the Yuan Infant with just one finger!

"Hehe, that's the amazing finger of the seniors!!" Wang Renjie couldn't bear his sense of superiority. "However, this is not his real bottom of the box. ”

"This senior...... The saint is only a half-step infant, how can he be so powerful?" Lu Yao'er looked at Wang Renjie, and when she saw the other party's Dao bone fairy style, she came with the saint again, and asked cautiously.

Wang Renjie shook his head and said, "Lu Yao'er, you don't have to be like this. I'm just a subordinate of my predecessors, just as I go. As for why the seniors are so powerful, it's because these people are too weak!"

Too weak!

Lu Yao'er's heart trembled.

Wang Renjie said with a smile: "In the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, the seniors learned the best martial arts, cultivated the best exercises, and used the best weapons. This Jiangcheng is away from the Night Sect, but it is only a small force of the seventh level, and even the Yin Ghost Sect that I used to be is not as good. Even if their sect master comes in person, I'm afraid they will die at the hands of their seniors within ten moves!"

Really?

Lu Yao'er looked at the sky.

But see.

After Yang Mucheng killed Yu Quanchen with one finger, he was even more like a tiger entering the flock. is the strong man in the middle of the Yuan Infant, and he is not his enemy, not to mention the existence of these early Yuan Infants?

"Dare to break into the Great Qianhuang Dynasty?"

"Dare to covet what is in my land?"

"Today, I'm going to let all of you deepen your memories!"

Every time Yang Mucheng said a word, he made a move. Whether it is the Shocking Finger, or the Dragon Soul Armor, or the Golden Body Law Appearance, it is all revealed at this moment. He was originally preparing to stand up for power, and these Yuanying martial artists happened to hit the muzzle of the gun, so he naturally would not be polite.

Many Yuanying powerhouses, looking at Yang Mucheng, who was killing in all directions, only felt frightened and fled in a hurry.

"This is the land of Daqian, it is easy for you to come, but it is not so easy to leave!"

Boom!

Yang Mucheng swung the Star Luo Xuanye Sword and swept it horizontally.

Between the swings of the sword, it was like a giant blade sweeping horizontally in the air.

"Whoa!"

Within a radius of 100 zhang, the air was slashed alive. A black sword light swept away along the sword body, like a black flame sweeping in the sky, and directly tore all the Yuan Infant Martial Artists into nothingness wherever it passed.

The sword ignores everything, and it can't be done!

Not only did they tear their bodies apart, but even Yuan Ying didn't run away.

In the blink of an eye.

Thirty or forty Yuanying powerhouses died on the spot, and there were no bones!

"This ......"

"This is Old Devil Yang?"

When the warriors present saw this scene, they only felt that their scalps were numb and they were shocked and silent.

It wasn't until the last reason powerhouse was killed that Yang Mucheng slowly fell. Looking at the posture of many flustered martial artists, he slowly and leisurely collected the qi and blood of dozens of Yuan Infant martial artists into his body, and after a while, he couldn't help frowning, and said with a wry smile:

"Sure enough, it's still so!"

Originally.

As early as the Wandao Sword Sect, when Beichen Hong and Zhang Yusheng apologized for their crimes, Yang Mucheng raised his cultivation to the apex of a half-step Yuanying. But it's a pity that no matter how much he absorbs qi and blood, he can't break through the shackles and reach the true Yuanying realm.

Therefore, along the way, he also deliberately did not kill, did not absorb qi and blood, and prepared to break through the shackles in one go!

But I didn't expect that.

Now that the qi and blood of these more than thirty Yuan Infant Martial Artists have been included in his body, there is still no reaction. It's like a bucket that's already filled with water, and no matter how much you put it, you can't fit it.

"It seems that we have to find an opportunity!"

Thinking secretly in his heart, Yang Mucheng's gaze fell on the group of people who coveted the Heavenly Spirit and Earth Treasure Martial Arts.

"Where is the Dragon Hall?"

"Where is the master of Ouchi?"

"Where is the Black Flag Army?"

Rumble!

At this moment, tens of thousands of people were shocked and stood up in unison, and a terrifying killing intent of Jin Ge Iron Horse swept wildly at this moment.

"Kill!"

Yang Mucheng said lightly.

Rumble!

The voice fell to the ground, sonorous and powerful.

The Black Tide composed of the Black Flag Army was already frantically rising, rushing towards the warriors quickly. Originally, the killing of those Yuanying powerhouses who rushed over had already made these warriors frightened and lose their fighting spirit. Now facing the counterattack of the army of the Great Qian Dynasty, these people are also scared.

On this day, the blood flowed for 3,000 miles.

The originally precarious defense line of the Great Qian Dynasty was completely resolved because of the appearance of Yang Mucheng alone. Heads were piled up into mountains, the smell of blood lingered, and countless scavenging vultures coiled in the sky, making piercing and terrifying screams.

Those warriors who were hiding in the shadows and originally wanted to break through the blockade line reached the sea area, and after seeing the hundred-meter-high 'Head Mountain' from a distance, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to take a step forward. At the same time, the battle on this plain made the long-sealed title of 'Yang Old Demon' quietly spread all over again.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Yang Mucheng sat in the first place. The jumping bonfire reflected a line between light and dark on Yang Mucheng's face, outlining hard edges and corners.

Countless old subordinates looked at the emperor who had been away from the dynasty for more than half a year.

"Say, what happened to the Great Qian Dynasty after I left for more than half a year!"

Yang Mucheng asked with a smile.

(End of chapter)