I have the confidence to kill you!

At this moment, Yang Mucheng's eyes were like torches, and his eyes were like attention. In the eyes of everyone, he directly changed from the gentle and elegant young man before, and at this moment, it seemed to have become a terrifying existence who controlled the power of heaven and earth and held the life and death of all living beings.

A vigorous aura also emanated from his body, making the hearts of the people watching the battle around him palpitate.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they came back to their senses, all of them in shock.

"What, I heard you right, did I?"

"Five Yuan Infants are perfect, more than forty Yuan Infants are at the peak, and there are seventy or eighty Yuan Infants in the late stage, and he has the confidence to say such a thing as a kid with only mid-stage cultivation?"

"This kid is too arrogant, isn't he? I don't know how thick the sky is, and his little life is now being held in the hands of others!"

Exclamations continued.

Long Rong was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, and sneered disdainfully.

The others also burst out laughing.

"Lu Yao'er, you step back first!" Yang Mucheng waved his hand.

"Yes!" Lu Yao'er hesitated and withdrew from the crowd. She knew that in this kind of battle, she couldn't intervene at all, and if she insisted on staying by Yang Mucheng's side, not only would she not give Yang Mucheng any help, but would distract him from taking care of him.

However, Lu Yao'er, who withdrew, was immediately stopped by a martial artist from the Heavenly Demon Shura Temple.

From Long Rong shook his head and said:

"Let her out, Old Demon Yang is here, she can't escape! Lin Yeshi, Old Demon Yang has abolished your cultivation, I will kill him first to avenge you." Then I will pay you for this little girl's skin, and let her sleep with you for three years. ”

"I don't want it!"

Lin Yeshi shook his head.

Although he was expelled from the Heavenly Demon Shura Temple, he still adhered to the rules of Buddhism and did not approach women.

"Since you don't want it, then I'll stay!" Cong Long Rong grinned and looked at Yang Mucheng, "Old Demon Yang, you said that Lao Tzu's knife is not worth your dog's life, I have to try it today and use this knife to cut off your dog's head!"

After speaking, he closed his gaze, and the pure gold sword in his hand was already straight down.

This knife was as powerful as a thousand pounds when it fell, but when it reached Yang Mucheng's body, it was as light as a feather. If he hadn't seen the scene of slaying the demon king from the dragon fusion knife, Lin Yeshi would only think that the dragon fusion was just playing tricks to intimidate Yang Mucheng. At this moment, Lin Yeshi could even guess that the next moment, Yang Mucheng would inevitably be cut into pieces of meat with weak cicada wings just like that demon king!

"This knife is a good knife, but it can't help me!"

The pure gold long knife of the middle grade of the Xuan Rank is terrifying to others, but it looks like a toy in front of Yang Mucheng. He smiled faintly and slapped his hand forward. Everyone was stunned, this kid is actually good at resisting Xuan-level weapons?

Just when everyone was shocked, only to hear the sound of the 'bell', Yang Mucheng slapped the knife that was slashing at him.

"Don't move anyone, I'll try this kid!"

When Long Rong saw that several other people were about to make a move, he hurriedly shouted. He clenched his right hand, put his five fingers together, and grabbed the knife. The long knife, which weighed tens of thousands of catties, seemed to be nothing in his hand, and in an instant, it was slashed towards Yang Mucheng's throat with a swift wind.

"Why don't you believe in evil?"

Yang Mucheng snorted coldly and slapped his right hand again. He slapped his palm on the blade of the knife, and with a twist, he slashed downward. Suddenly, Long Rong only felt a huge force coming from the knife, and he was so shocked that he could barely hold the knife in his hand.

The sword lost its balance and slashed directly at the ground.

"Boom!"

The Adamantite Knife just slammed into the ground, but the next moment it erupted with a terrifying explosion. I just saw that he slashed down with this knife, and cut a crack in the ground that was more than a hundred feet long, and wherever the crack passed, whether it was a rock or a tree, it was torn apart in an instant.

From the dragon melt narrowed his eyes, the surprise in the depths of his pupils deepened.

Let's not talk about whether his pure gold sword is sharp or not, just by virtue of its weight and his divine power, even if it is smashed, it can smash a martial artist at the peak of Yuanying. But this kid stopped his attack with just one hand.

For a moment, anger rose from his heart, and he turned from the dragon melting blade, no longer rising and falling as before, but becoming distinct. In an instant, the blade was like an overwhelming poisonous snake biting towards Yang Mucheng. The battle between the two Yuanying powerhouses, although it was only between square inches, and the two of them did not move a step, but it was extremely dangerous, and everyone around them only felt that their necks were strangled by someone, and they couldn't breathe.

"This knife from the dragon melt is too strong!"

"Yes, if I face this knife momentum, don't say resist it, even if it's just rubbing an edge, maybe it's missing an arm and a broken leg. ”

Everyone felt the power of the blade from the dragon melt, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

saw Yang Mucheng standing there, and stopped all the attacks with just one hand.

They didn't know that Yang Mucheng's body had been tempered by dragon blood six times, and he didn't give up at all compared to the demon king. Nowadays, even if he is called a humanoid weapon, he is not too exaggerated. With this mid-grade blade alone, even if Yang Mucheng stood here and let you attack, he might not be able to hurt him.

"I don't believe it!"

As soon as the pupils of Long Rong's eyes were closed, at this moment, he clenched the Tai Dao with both hands, and swung out seventy-two knives in an instant. Such as chopping, chopping, picking, cutting, chopping, belting, cutting...... Everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, as if there were seventy-two dragons who were making a move at the same time.

These seventy-two knives appeared from mid-air, but when they fell on top of Yang Mucheng's head, they seemed to be a hundred rivers converging, forming a knife. With an indomitable attitude, he frantically chopped down, as if he was going to split Yang Mucheng into two sections!

"Humph!"

A trace of impatience flashed in Yang Mucheng's eyes, and he took a step forward at this moment, the bones of his whole body crackled at this moment, and his body was pulled into a straight line from head to toe, like a tight strong bow.

And his right fist is the sharp arrow that shoots out violently.

"Whew!"

A punch was thrown, and the wind howled.

Hearing only the sound of the 'bell', Yang Mucheng's punch smashed on the blade, and he actually smashed the pure gold knife into two sections.

"What?"

As soon as the pupils of the dragon's melting eyes were retracted, he abandoned the knife and retreated at this moment, and shot rapidly.

His reaction speed was already very strong, but when facing Yang Mucheng, he was still three points slower. His speed is fast, and Yang Mucheng's speed is even faster. Just as he retreated and was about to escape, Yang Mucheng's fist had already descended with a bang, and it was firmly imprinted on his chest.

"Click!"

The chest that was as thick as a tile was directly dented by Yang Mucheng's punch, and the position corresponding to his back showed a fist mark with a 'bang'. At this moment, the connected armor took me with him, and on the spot it shot backwards like an arrow from the string!

Rumble!

Seven or eight warriors who didn't have time to dodge were hit on the spot and their internal organs burst and they vomited blood and died. A few warriors who were rubbing the edges were also broken bones. With a booming sound, the entire person from the dragon melt was smashed into a huge mountain rock.

All around, there was a dead silence.

Only Yang Mucheng's voice sounded slowly:

"How about my punch?"

(End of chapter)