At the beginning, Yang Mucheng asked Deng Wanshan to leave his life. Everyone believed that the reason why this young man was so bold was entirely because of the Heavenly Dao Villa behind him. But now that he saw him punch Deng Wanshan and vomit blood, and fly out upside down, no one would think like that anymore.

The reason why this teenager dared to say such a thing was because he had such qualifications!

"Yang Shao!"

Zhu Hao shouted.

"You are the elder of the Heavenly Dao Mountain Villa's Mixed Yuan Domain Branch, right? Let's take your people and step down first, I'll settle the matter here first." Yang Mucheng waved his hand, as if he was saying something insignificant.

Zhu Hao froze in place, pondered for a moment, sighed, and then waved his hand and motioned for everyone to retreat.

Liu Yi couldn't tell the situation clearly, and was still shouting.

"Elder, can Brother Yang clean up Deng Wanshan alone?"

And on the other side.

The disciples of the Blood Cloud Sect were already a little unable to accept it. They all looked at this young man in disbelief, this hairy boy who came out of nowhere, first killed their Great Elder, and then blasted their sect master away.

Could it be that their Heaven-shattering Blood Cloud Sect would be in a catastrophe?

"Little brute!"

A burst of shouting came.

In the ruins, Deng Wanshan was already standing up against a cloud of dust and rubble. The boulders were directly twisted into nothingness by his internal strength.

"Oh, are you still not convinced?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Looking at the furious Deng Wanshan, he smiled faintly, as if he was thinking about something, and only after a moment did he say lightly: "To deal with you, only ten swords should be enough, right?"

"Ten swords?"

"What is he talking about?"

Yang Mucheng's cold words that suddenly came out made the people nearby stunned.

Deng Wanshan also showed a trace of doubt.

But then, his whole being was completely overwhelmed by anger!

"Boom!"

As soon as he grabbed his right hand, three snake bones had already appeared in the palm of his hand. However, this time, he did not throw the snake bone directly as before, but threw it into the air, and then the three snake bones seemed to come to life, and they actually made a gesture of an ancient snake worshipping the moon.

With the movement, the mouths of the three bone snakes opened, and a bottomless black hole seemed to appear in their throats, frantically devouring the surrounding aura.

It's just a snap of a finger.

The three bone snakes suddenly increased in size dozens of times, and they actually transformed into bone dragons with a single horn on the head and four claws on the abdomen. At the same time as it was formed, it rushed towards Yang Mucheng. Looking at the appearance of this bone Jiao, the people around him couldn't help but gasp.

When Deng Wanshan and Zhu Hao were fighting, they actually hid their strength!

Yang Mucheng flicked his fingers, only to hear a terrifying sword roar, and the hidden sword gourd in his arms trembled violently.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", ......"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!", "T

Just like he said.

One after another, sharp swords quickly rose into the sky.

These swords.

There are ten stalks, each of which is suspended by Yang Mucheng's side, and under the infusion of internal strength, the sword body trembles, as if it has been transformed into a black hole, frantically devouring the aura between heaven and earth. With the gathering of aura, each sword became incomparably blue.

"Die!"

Deng Wanshan let out a roar, and his right hand slammed forward. Suddenly, the three-headed skull Jiao was already rushing over. The huge body galloped past the ground, rampage unscrupulously, and crushed the ground into deep traces. Everywhere I went, rocks crumbled in all directions......

One of them, like a gray-white lightning, catapulted directly in front of Yang Mucheng, opened its big mouth full of dagger-like fangs, and bit it fiercely towards Yang Mucheng!

"Broken!"

Yang Mucheng flicked his fingers, and one of the famous swords hovering beside him shot out like an arrow.

"A little trick, dare to get an axe in front of me!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Deng Wanshan's eyes, and he pinched out a seal in his right hand. In an instant, the three-headed bone Jiao flew over, biting on the famous sword with a 'sonorous' sound, and the sharp fangs bit into the sword, making a piercing crackling sound, and a large area of sparks splashed out wildly.

Apparently.

Deng Wanshan planned to use his bone Jiao to directly crush Yang Mucheng's famous sword!

But.

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly and disdainfully. He flicked his right hand again, and the remaining nine famous swords were already shooting out quickly. The nine swords were connected in a circle, forming a sword formation, and under the mutual reflection of the surging sword qi, a sword light of hundreds of meters was formed. This sword sword pierced the heavens and the earth, shattering the surrounding space.

The three-headed skull Jiao felt this compelling sword aura, and his body trembled suddenly, as if he had been stepped on by his tail, and his body suddenly collapsed straight, extremely vigilant and vigilant.

"Behold me swallowing your sword!"

Deng Wanshan clasped his hands together and squeezed out a seal. In an instant, the three-headed bone Jiao's body was like a twisted flower, intertwined with each other, wrapped in layers of internal strength, and actually formed a shocking bone Jiao with a body shape of one hundred and twenty-three zhang long.

Then!

This skull Jiao pounced fiercely towards the sword.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The violent explosion suddenly resounded over the entire Mixed Yuan Domain. In the collision of internal forces, a wave of ripples that was visible to the naked eye erupted, and where the ripples passed, rocks crumbled, buildings collapsed, trees shattered, and everything completely turned into nothingness.

"Slash!"

Yang Mucheng pinched out a seal in his right hand, and the sword suddenly turned in mid-air, as if it was grabbed by a pair of invisible big hands, and swept away horizontally like a thousand armies.

"Bang dang!"

A large churning spark jumped up, and everyone heard a crisp tearing sound, and then they saw that the head of the Jiao, which was huge than a house, suddenly slid diagonally down from the body of the bone Jiao, and smashed to the ground.

"Boom!"

This terrifying Jiaotou smashed the entire ground trembling, and the people in the distance felt like an earthquake.

The whole ground was covered with dust.

Rise!

In the dust, a figure flew out frantically. Everyone hurriedly looked, and when they saw the figure clearly, they couldn't help but be shocked. That figure was Deng Wanshan of the Blood Cloud Sect. I saw him fly out of the dust, and then his body turned into a sharp arrow, desperately rushing into the distance, and his face could not hide his horror.

"I'm not revenge......"

"Great Elder Han Yewang died at your hands, his skills are not as good as others, and my Blood Cloud Sect will not hold you accountable again!"

Deng Wanshan swept out quickly, as if he had encountered something frightened, and shouted desperately.

His words made everyone's hearts tremble.

This Deng Wanshan not only wants to escape, but also give up revenge?

How is Yang Mucheng?

Everyone looked towards the dust in shock, but saw that in that dusty place, a young man held the void in his hand, holding the hundred-meter sword, as if he had a sword in his hand, and he was not afraid of the sky!