Kill!

Yang Mucheng's faint three words made everyone's hearts sink. He really wanted to wash the Chen family in blood and trigger a battle between Xuanyan City and Qingshui City?

"Emperor Yang!"

Gretel was shocked.

He knew that Yang Mucheng's character had always been one and the same, and once he spoke, he had no tendency to refuse. Hurriedly took a step forward and continued: "Emperor Yang, the family teacher has not come back yet, please be calm for a while." I'll write a letter to the tutor and ask him to hurry back, and he will definitely give you a perfect explanation!"

"Quack!"

Before the words fell, Yang Mucheng in the imperial sedan chair flicked his right hand, and a white fingerprint lifted the sedan curtain and brought a wave of white qi, and he quickly swept towards Gretel.

Although Glitter is a Xiyi person, he is not badly talented, but he is a consummate Xuanqi, otherwise he would not have been valued by Chen Xuanfeng. Feeling the power of Yang Mucheng's finger, his face was shocked, and under the shock in his heart, his fists clenched the bones of his body and crackled at this moment, and the whole person suddenly doubled, and smashed forward with a bang!

Even his master is not an opponent.

Even Wu Jianyang was cut off from his hands.

How dare Glitter have the slightest contempt, this punch not only mobilized the internal strength of his whole body, but also burned the qi and blood of his whole body. The pitch-black hair quickly turned white at this moment, and the fair skin also became withered and wilted, and the young man in his twenties had already turned into a dying old man of eighty or ninety years old in an instant!

This punch, which gathered the pinnacle of Gretel's whole body strength, smashed into the white fingerprints.

Rumble!

The loud sound of thunder and explosion resounded.

I just saw that Gretel's right fist directly turned into powder, and his entire right arm burst on the spot, revealing his white bones. The blood in his whole body was even more frantically reversed under this blow, turning into a bloody arrow and rushing out from his back. Before he even had time to scream, this disciple of Chen Xuanfeng was killed by Yang Mucheng's fingers!

"What are you doing in a daze?"

It was only at this time that Yang Mucheng's faint words came.

The Ouchi guards who had returned to their senses were already like the tiger and wolf army rushing away frantically. The people of Xuanyan City had already been frightened by Yang Mucheng's methods. Back on the empty mountain, although they had seen Yang Mucheng's strength with their own eyes, it was only a distant perception.

But now that Yang Mucheng was in front of them, he killed a Xuan Qi Consummation with a snap of his fingers.

This Qingshui City talker, the emperor of the mortal world, is too terrifying and domineering. Many Xuan Yancheng were already determined to kill Yang Mucheng desperately. But Yang Mucheng's imperial sedan chair had already been wrapped by the heavy internal guards, and they couldn't even touch the side.

There is a frantic fight going on inside and outside the Chen family.

The Black Flag Army's staggered attacks formed a solid defensive formation, and countless warriors who wanted to assassinate Yang Mucheng had to be forced to stop in front of this formation. And the Ouchi guards are the sharpest swords, but all the warriors who rushed up were killed mercilessly.

Ye Xian'er stayed on the side of the imperial sedan chair inch by inch, the silver bracelet vibrated with the wind, and under the command of Qianqianyu, the silver bracelet swept in all directions to the extreme, and the person who touched it was either killed or injured on the spot.

"Why is it so strong......"

Countless warriors couldn't help but shudder.

This is obviously just a team in the mortal realm, not only is it not inferior to the existence of the martial arts realm in the head-on confrontation, but it also puts all these masters of them under counterpressure, and there is almost no power to fight back.

'A bunch of idiots!'

In the imperial sedan chair, although Yang Mucheng closed his eyes and recuperated, his cultivation reached half a step of Xuanli, and the wind and grass within a radius of 100 meters would be clearly imprinted in his mind.

'Can I despise my army if it comes from the mortal realm?'

'I'm going to see how long you can hold on!'

Since Hu Danshi was transferred to the Pill Department, this yellow-level alchemist suddenly raised the level of the pills produced by the Great Qianguo overnight. The first to benefit were the Ouchi masters, whose average cultivation had directly reached the late stage of Xuanqi.

And the Black Flag Army is also Qi Qi to break through the internal strength of the Grandmaster and reach the realm of Tongmai.

Wouldn't it be easy to suppress this group of Xuanyan City warriors who were scattered like sand?

"Don't fight with these big internal masters, kill Yang Mucheng ......"

Then.

Finally, a warrior came back to his senses.

They understood that in the face of such a group of masters with endless pills and wearing a full set of armor, there was no chance of winning at all. At this time, it is the right way to kill Yang Mucheng!

"Yan Laosan, wait!"

One of the warriors shouted.

This is the Xuanye Sect, the third force in Xuanyan City, known as the 'Qingyun Master'. Under his loud shouts, two figures jumped out of the martial artists who fought against the master of Ouchi, 'Teng and Teng', and rushed towards the imperial sedan chair where Yang Mucheng was.

"Presumptuous!"

Ye Xian'er's willow eyebrows were raised, Qianqian's thin fingers suddenly raised, and the silver bracelet that was flying in mid-air suddenly flew back with a 'poof'. She clasped her hands together and pulled it suddenly, only to see the silver bracelet 'jingling' A crisp sound sounded, and it turned into two quickly, two to four, and four to eight, but in an instant, more than a hundred silver bracelets had already been conjured. These silver bracelets were intertwined with each other, and a large net of silver wires was immediately formed in mid-air, which was horizontal in front of the three of them.

"Where are the disciples of the Xuanye Sect?"

Master Qingyun frowned, poured into his inner strength and drank suddenly.

Bang!

A crisp sword roar rang out.

The gathered sword qi surged wildly, and suddenly shot towards the silver wire net.

"Where are the children of the Ying family?"

"Where are the children of the Yan family?"

At this time, Ying Hou and Yan Laosan shouted in unison.

Boom! Boom!

Dozens of internal strength rays rose wildly at this moment, and in the shocked eyes of countless people, they saw that this gathering and surging internal strength light, as well as many sword qi, had quickly turned into a white wave and slammed into the silver wire net in an instant.

No matter how strong Ye Xian'er is, she can't deal with the simultaneous attacks of so many people.

Hearing only a 'click', the silver wire net shattered, and the silver bracelet 'hummed' and returned to Ye Xian'er's hands, and even the color became dim. And Ye Xian'er's body trembled, and she lost her balance with a muffled voice and shot towards the rear!

"Good chance!"

Seeing Ye Xian'er being repulsed, Master Qingyun, Ying Hou, and Yan Lao shouted in unison. Ye Xian'er is the Xuanqi Grandmaster, but Yang Mucheng's right-hand man, as long as she is killed, it is equivalent to breaking Yang Mucheng's arm.

The three of them looked at each other with a cold gaze, and made a move with hatred!

"Bastard!"

Ye Xian'er almost gritted her silver teeth.

She had already anticipated the trajectory of the trio's attacks, and she could avoid them by dodging them sideways. But behind her is the imperial sedan chair, it is Yang Mucheng, she can't let it at all. But the three grandmasters combined to attack, the power was too strong, and it was simply not something she could resist.

That's when it happened.

In the imperial sedan chair, a white jade flawless right hand slowly stretched out and wrapped it between Ye Xian'er's slender waist.

"Holy!"

Ye Xian'er was overjoyed.

Yang Mucheng bowed slightly, did not make a sound, and waved his right hand.

In an instant, the sand is flying!

(End of chapter)