Bang dang!

The gold medal fell, smashing on the ground with a crisp sound.

Looking at this gold medal, everyone's eyes almost didn't bulge. This is the token of the Dragon Palace, and it can't be faked. Every Dragon Palace killer has a gold medal as an identity. This gold medal is not 'Tiger Roar', who else can it be?

"He killed the killer of the Dragon Palace?"

"The one-claw killer is dead?"

There was a sound of gasping in unison.

Everyone looked at Yang Mucheng in shock.

How many people have died at the hands of Tiger Roar? They may not be as terrible as the big demons, but these killers, in order to kill people, are simply going to do anything. Sneak attacks, ambushes, assassinations, poisons, ...... It is precisely for this reason that the killers of the Dragon Palace are even more terrifying than the Great Demon.

Even.

In the hearts of everyone, it is not much different from the demon king.

But.

Yang Mucheng actually killed one of them?

"How is this possible?"

Su Yufeng looked at Yang Mucheng in surprise with a pair of eyes.

She has fought against these people.

Everyone's strength is far above her, otherwise she would not have fled incognito into the Dragon Palace, preparing to practice for several years before seeking a chance to make a comeback. But she didn't expect that these killers who had pursued her for nearly 10,000 miles died quietly in the hands of Yang Mucheng!

"What, you actually killed Tiger Roar?"

Shadow Kill's eyes widened angrily, "I'll kill you!"

Rumble!

His figure flickered, and he disappeared in place in an instant, bringing the afterimage of the Dao towards Yang Mucheng. The speed was so fast that no one present could even capture his figure and trajectory. By the time the shadow kill reappeared, it had already flashed behind Yang Mucheng.

Swish~

He reached out with both hands, and two serpentine daggers were already flying out of his cuffs and were grabbed into his hands. Then, it was towards Yang Mucheng's throat!

"Don't get out of the way yet!"

Su Yufeng was shocked and hurriedly shouted.

"It's a fast ......"

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

Although the One-Claw Killer is at the bottom of the Dragon Palace, he is also a figure to be reckoned with. This shadow kill, a pair of serpentine daggers don't know how many warriors who have been assassinated by sneak attacks and killed several times stronger than him. Those powerhouses in the late stage of Xuanhai, or even at the peak of Xuanhai, died on the spot before they even reacted.

"Tut-tut, this Emperor Yang is really domineering, and he doesn't even pay attention to the killer of the Dragon Palace. Although the ancient dragon blood is precious, it is not worth losing your life for it!" Seeing this, a martial artist shook his head again and again: "It's good now, I'm about to be in a different place!"

"Yes, if you hand over the dragon's blood, you can still save a small life, but if you don't hand it over, you will die. Now, he has killed Tiger Roar again, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to retreat with his whole body!" a warrior sighed.

Call!

While everyone was talking, the snake-shaped double daggers of the shadow killing had already staggered from Yang Mucheng's throat. However, there was no such thing as a blood-spattered picture as everyone imagined. Yang Mucheng's figure flickered and disappeared abruptly.

"Gone?"

Shadow Killer was shocked. "No, it's an afterimage!"

This afterimage is produced when the speed reaches a certain level, even beyond what the human eye can capture. You think he's still there, but in fact the other party has already left. Suddenly, Shadow Kill only felt a cold wind surging above his head, and before he could look up to see the situation above, he felt a palm fluttering down on his head.

When this palm is gently patted, it does not show the landscape.

But when it really fell, it was like a mountain peak of hundreds of feet falling down mightily.

"Not good!"

Sun Jian and Poison Lao lost their faces, and when they wanted to make a move, it was already too late.

Yang Mucheng pressed this palm, and the shadow kill didn't even react at all, and the skeleton of his whole body suddenly erupted into a 'crackling' sound, and the whole person was as fragile as a glass, and he only heard a 'boom'.

The body of the shadow killer was directly pressed into the ground, like a radish planted on the ground, and only the head remained.

With the sound of 'boom', the ground suddenly burst open because it couldn't withstand this terrifying force. With the shadow kill's body as the center, all the outwards are densely packed with spider web-like cracks!

And Yang Mucheng fell lightly.

He clapped his hands lightly, as insignificant as if he had killed a mosquito.

"This is the one-claw killer of the Dragon Palace? It's just that, it seems that I think too highly of you, so let's go up together. ”

Yang Mucheng shook his head slowly.

When these people appeared, they were arrogant, killing this, destroying that, and asking him to hand over the blood of the ancient dragon. Yang Mucheng thought that these people were strong, but who knew how vulnerable they were.

Hiss~

Everyone present gasped in unison.

Previously, they thought that Yang Mucheng's insistence on not handing over the ancient dragon blood was simply a self-defeating choice. Now that he saw the shadow kill, who was a one-claw killer, he was slapped to death by his understated palm, and the whole person was hit into the ground, only then did he know that Yang Mucheng certainly had the confidence not to hand over the ancient dragon blood.

"It's worthy of Old Devil Yang!"

At this moment, such a thought arose in the minds of all the martial artists.

"How daring!"

The poisonous elder couldn't help but shout.

Yang Mucheng didn't count killing people in public, but he also despised their Dragon Palace, which was like touching the scales, which made him angry. "The old man wants to come and see how strong you are!"

He stepped forward, his chest bulging high and inflating like a balloon, as if gas was brewing in his chest. Hearing only the sound of 'ha', he opened his big mouth violently, and a mouthful of monstrous poisonous mist swept out madly. This poisonous mist was wanton, and it was not much different from the turbulent waves controlled by Yin Jiao before, rolling and surging.

Wherever the poisonous mist passed, all the flowers and trees withered rapidly.

The warriors around him just smelled the slightest hint, and they couldn't help but have a blue glow on their faces. The strong ones can also quickly hold their breath to expel toxins from the body. The weaker one had already lost his mind, and he fell to the ground with a pale face, choking his neck, and he was not far from death.

And that's just the edge of the mist.

The poisonous mist that spread out rolled in, like a fierce beast surging in on the dark clouds, which was irresistible. In an instant, it slapped towards Yang Mucheng like an angry tide!

"Yang Mucheng, if you are buried in the hands of my poisonous old man today, you will be blind to death!"

The poisonous old man's eyes widened angrily, like a demon god who controlled thousands of living beings.

"Just you?"

Yang Mucheng shook his head slowly, he slowly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it towards the void. At this moment, it was as if time stood still!

But see.

The aura between heaven and earth gathered rapidly, surging like a tornado, condensing into a white light between his palms. Then, Yang Mucheng grabbed this white light and slashed it suddenly!

Suddenly, the thunder exploded, and the valley was full of daylight.

(End of chapter)