Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and looked at the group of old men and old ladies who had already stepped into the coffin with half a foot. He originally thought what kind of existence the other party was, but he saw such people. However, although this group of old things looked like they were already in their last years, as if they would die on the spot if they blew a breath, Yang Mucheng did not have the slightest slackness and contempt.

Saying goes.

The rotten ship also has three catties of iron, and since these people dare to chase all the way, it is definitely not easy to match.

Glancing at the group of people, Yang Mucheng sneered:

"Old things, since Shouyuan is almost over, you should build a mausoleum for yourself, lie in the coffin, and chase me all over the Great Wilderness Mountain, aren't you afraid of tossing and falling apart all the bones of your body?"

"Old Devil Yang, when we were rampant in Kyushu, you were still wearing open crotch pants!"

An old man with goosebumps snorted coldly, leaning on the old man and selling the old.

"Get out of here, this vein is ours, and it's not your turn yet. If you honestly get out of the way, you may be able to die a happy death later!"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows and looked ahead.

But see.

The old man was dressed in a longevity suit, and his hair was neatly combed and meticulous.

This dress is only done when entering the coffin, and it is clear that these old things are determined to die. After all, for them, if they can't find the spirit vein, they will definitely not live for three years.

"Who are you?"

Yang Mucheng looked at the old man in the shroud and asked lightly.

"Old Demon Yang, you naturally haven't heard of Lao Tzu's name. When Lao Tzu was young, he didn't know how many people he had killed. ”

He said.

With a grasp of his right hand, a fierce aura quickly gathered in his palm, forming a half-human-high horse chopping knife.

Dugu Zhen raised his eyebrows, "The blood demon is going to move his real character?"

The Iron Beast laughed: "I miss it so much! Back then, with this horse chopping knife, the Blood Demon didn't know how many people he had killed who disobeyed him. At the beginning, Tiandao Mountain Villa mobilized a large army to encircle and suppress him, and he used this sword to break through the siege......"

Those who can enter the soul gate, how can they have mediocre hands?

This blood demon was originally a person in the evil way, his strength was not weak, and he once entered the fortieth place on the yellow list at his peak, and later joined the Spirit Seeking Gate and disappeared.

"Humph!"

Chen Longxiang did not speak.

But.

If he makes a move, he will definitely move seriously. Now that the spiritual vein is in front of them, blocking the spiritual vein is equivalent to killing them. No matter who it is, kill it!

Swish!

The Blood Demon squinted his eyes, pointed at the horse slashing knife, and pointed at the tip of Yang Mucheng's nose from afar.

At this moment, the momentum of his whole person suddenly changed. It was like an unsheathed knife, without the slightest dying posture before, and a sharp knife qi continued to churn out from his body. He stepped out, and the condensed sword qi erupted rapidly, like a flood breaking through the embankment, and it emerged in an instant.

Turn your hands.

The Blood Demon grabbed the slasher and slashed downward.

Boom –

The Blood Demon's long hair flew, and his eyes suddenly burst into a breathtaking divine light. This knife, as if it was shooting out from the sky in the sky, with a posture that was enough to cut everything, frantically slashed towards Yang Mucheng.

"Blood Fiend, be careful, you'll smash the spirit veins!" the Iron Beast shouted.

The Blood Demon even turned around and smiled at everyone, "Haha, how is it possible? My old bones haven't reached that level yet...... Killing this kid is effortless, and after I kill this kid first, let's take our time to divide this spiritual vein!"

Dugu Zhenyi held the Shura blood spear, and a trace of the enemy's eyes flashed.

The rest of the crowd were either surprised or surprised.

Apparently.

They didn't expect that the Blood Demon would have such strength.

Just when everyone thought that Yang Mucheng would inevitably be killed by this knife, he shook his head and said lightly:

"The old things should sleep in the coffin obediently......"

Bloodfiend's face changed.

A trace of fury flashed in his eyes, and the falling knife momentum was becoming more and more ferocious. A sword ray of more than 100 meters was already swept in an instant.

Boom!

Abrupt.

The sound of the incomparably crisp sword suddenly resounded, and at the same time, everyone saw an incomparably gorgeous sword light, which swept swiftly like lightning. Then, this sword qi slashed at the sword, and suddenly the sword that was more than 100 meters long, as if it was completely condensed by blood, was like a fragile jade, and it shattered with a 'click'.

Immediately after, this sword qi swept swiftly.

"What?"

The Blood Demon's pupils tightened and he quickly retreated.

But his speed is fast, and Yang Mucheng's sword is even faster. I heard a 'poof' sound, accompanied by a splash of blood, a head flew high, and the blood demon's body slammed into the ground, making a muffled sound.

The Bloodseeker's eyes widened.

It seems that he can't believe that he actually died under Yang Mucheng's sword!

"This ......"

"He killed the Bloodfiend with a single sword?"

"How is this possible?"

At this moment, the cries of horror continued to sound.

Dugu Zhenyi held the blood spear, his eyes flashed with a shocking light, and he said in disbelief: "Although the age of the blood demon is the oldest among us, he is good at health preservation techniques, and his qi and blood are preserved in his body as much as possible. Although the strength is not as good as the peak, it is definitely not too bad, how can he be killed by this kid with a sword?"

As he spoke, he looked at the others and asked, "Did you see his sword clearly?"

"I see it clearly!"

The iron beast nodded, and the contempt in his eyes had quietly disappeared, replaced by a very solemn one. After all, the other party was able to kill one of them in the blink of an eye, and this strength was enough for them to pay great attention to.

The golden retriever on the side swept his gaze and landed on the blood demon's dead head, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Idiot!"

"The boss asks you by name, because his men never kill unknown people. ”

Everyone looked at each other.

Although these remnants of the Soul Seeking Gate knew that as long as everyone swarmed up, they could easily tear apart the young and easy ones in front of them. But the reason why these people are united is also for the spiritual vein. No one wants to fight with Yang Mucheng with real swords and guns.

They all wanted to let others go first, and it was best to all of them die, and in the end, he was the only one left, so that no one would fight for the spiritual vein.

"Humph!"

Yang Mucheng glanced at these old men, snorted coldly, and made a gesture to grab towards the spirit vein.

Right now.

The iron beast couldn't hold back any longer, and he stepped forward, his voice like a bell:

"Old Demon Yang, if you want to get the spirit vein, you have to pass my level first!"

After speaking.

This nickname, the Iron Beast, the thirty-sixth strong man on the Yellow List of the previous generation, walked towards Yang Mucheng step by step. Yang Mucheng raised his head and looked at the other party with a shocked face full of surprise.

(End of chapter)