But see.

The huge and luxurious mausoleum has been knocked out of a hole several feet long. Along the edge of the hole, large chunks of rocks continued to fall frantically, crackling and falling to the ground, making bursts of rumbling sounds and splashing up a cloud of smoke.

Everyone looked towards the hole, and they happened to be able to see Yan Dongsheng who was shot out.

Yan Dongsheng's body shook, and in mid-air, Shengsheng unloaded the force of this punch. On his chest, there was a half-inch-deep fist mark, centered on the fist mark, and half of the ribs around him collapsed, and cracks in the skin and muscles were faintly visible.

"Huh?"

Yang Mucheng frowned.

Saw.

The injuries caused by his previous punch actually recovered rapidly at this moment, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It is worthy of being a strong Yuanying person, and the recovery power is so terrifying!"

Tear pull~

As soon as the words fell, Yan Dongsheng tore off his shirt violently, revealing his body full of hideous scars. On his right chest, there is also a conspicuous blood-colored skull head.

"It's that I underestimated you, but I didn't expect you, the master and uncle of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, to be a wasted person. However, you are not a Yuan Baby, and you never know how terrible the Yuan Infant is strong. The physical body of the Yuan Infant is stronger than you think. ”

"Even if you kill me, I can live on Yuan Ying!"

Yang Mucheng looked at Yan Dongsheng quietly, did not speak, and his body slowly levitated from the hole in the mausoleum.

He stared at Yan Dongsheng, glanced at the sky again, couldn't help frowning, and sighed.

"Sigh, scared?" Yan Dongsheng sneered, "It's a pity, it's too late!"

Yang Mucheng shook his head: "Yuanying is strong, it is indeed tricky. The reason why I sighed was only because I didn't seem to be able to catch up with the Spirit Sword List......"

Originally.

This battle is already dawn.

......

When the day was just getting dark.

The people of the thirty-six sects, led by their respective elders, came to the central venue of the City of Chaos. Originally, Ling Xiao, who was the first on the last Spirit Sword List, should be the one who was in the limelight. However, due to Yang Mucheng's birth, everyone in the City of Chaos focused their attention on the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect.

"The people of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect are here......"

"Look!"

"Lu Xie, Tianchen...... They all came. Hey, Old Devil Yang didn't come! He's a hot character this time!"

"Yes, if he doesn't come, then this time the Spirit Sword List will be one less highlight. ”

When the crowd finds out.

After there was no Yang Mucheng in the team of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, everyone suddenly showed a look of extreme disappointment.

After all.

The conflict that broke out between Yang Mucheng and the Emperor Liberation Annihilation Sect almost spread throughout the City of Chaos. And he, the uncle and ancestor, also makes everyone look forward to it. But alas, he was absent!

"Why hasn't Uncle Ancestor come yet!"

Concubine Yuxuan's gaze swept across the venue, and she couldn't hide her eagerness.

If it weren't for the fact that Yang Mucheng still had the breath of life, she would have been eager to mobilize all the people of the Sword Sect to find it. "Perhaps, he forgot about the Spirit Sword List this time......"

Ling Xiao swept over the camp of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, his eyes revealing a trace of regret.

"Why didn't Old Demon Yang come? I heard that many people on the Spirit Sword List this time are going to take him to the knife!"

"What's the trouble he's getting into?"

"You don't know, he is the master and uncle of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect. For his sake, the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect even took out the Ten Thousand Killing Order. Many sect disciples want to defeat him openly in this battle of the Spirit Sword List, so that they can make a name for themselves!"

"Yes, in addition, there is also the Cold Dust Industry Fire Sect that also wants to attack Yang Mucheng. ”

"Then this time, he will be the enemy! Could it be, he knows that there are too many people who are hostile to him this time, so he doesn't dare to come at all!"

Quite a few people whispered.

His absence made many people regret.

......

Outside the chaotic city, more than 800 miles of forest.

Yan Dongsheng was stunned for a moment, and then burst into an uncontrollable burst of wild laughter.

"Hahaha, Yang Mucheng! Death is on the verge of death, it's ridiculous that you still want to participate in the Spirit Sword List. As I said a long time ago, you can't go anywhere, I can only take you on your way!"

Boom!

Yan Dongsheng raised the sword in his hand and pointed at Yang Mucheng from afar.

"It seems that it can only be done as soon as possible!"

Yang Mucheng narrowed his eyes.

He knows.

If it is delayed any longer, I am afraid that I will really miss the Spirit Sword List. His well-known task has not been completed until now, and he is only one step away. The name of this uncle and ancestor didn't let him finish this step, only the Spirit Sword List can!

No nonsense, Yang Mucheng raised the Star Luo Xuanye Sword.

"Drink!"

Yan Dongsheng's body was suspended, and his face full of scars became more and more hideous. The right hand holding the long sword was violently retracted, and earthworm-like green tendons quickly emerged from the back of his hand, and quickly spread to the entire arm.

Opposite.

His originally terrifying and turbulent internal strength quickly converged at this moment, and the suffocating aura seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment. However, Yan Dongsheng's body had a terrible feeling at this moment, like the tranquility before the storm, like the depression before the eruption of a volcano.

The people of the Yin Ghost Sect crawled out of the mausoleum in a panic, and looking at the scene in the sky, their faces suddenly became shocked.

Abrupt.

Yan Dongsheng moved, jumping out like a cheetah, with a shocking blood-red afterimage behind him. At the same time, the long sword in his hand pointed forward. A sword ray more than 100 meters long burst out like lightning, and without the slightest warning, it suddenly shot in front of Yang Mucheng.

Rumble!

Yang Mucheng's eyes widened angrily, and in the face of this terrifying blow, he did not retreat but advanced, and rushed forward with a momentum that did not hesitate.

At the same time, he also quickly swung the Star Luo Xuanye Sword.

Boom –

The piercing whistling sound of thousands of steel needles resounded wildly at this moment. I saw that along the tip of Yang Mucheng's sword, a cloud ring with air cut off appeared in amazement. A golden half-moon blade that was not inferior to the blood-colored sword swept through the void, and suddenly it was slammed into the sword.

The horrified attack slammed into each other.

In mid-air, a continuous roar like sea water erupted wildly. This piercing loud sound turned into an invisible sound wave in an instant. Everywhere they went, the rocks cracked and the trees crushed. In the forest, those monsters with slightly lower cultivation were directly burst by the concussive internal organs, bleeding from the seven orifices, and died on the spot.

"Not good, sonic attack!"

Wang Renjie was shocked, he hurriedly poured his internal strength into his palm, covered his ears, and reminded everyone to retreat towards the rear.

Saw.

Where the sound wave spread, a radius of hundreds of zhang was directly razed to the ground on the spot at this moment.

Rise!

At the moment when the attacks of the two sides collided, Yang Mucheng and Yan Dongsheng seemed to have made an appointment, and rushed towards each other frantically!

(End of chapter)