The greatest killer of all time

Su Xuan's words resounded through the Great Martial Tomb Sect.

Everyone's gaze shrunk.

Su Xuan's words were obviously challenging all the disciples

of the Wuling Sect! This arrogance reminded them of Su Xuan's previous disturbance of the Wuling Sect, and a shame quietly surged in their hearts.

"Su Xuan, don't rely on spirit beasts if you have the ability, are you arrogant with your little strength!" "

Yes, what kind of skills are you to fight with spirit beasts, you have the ability to fight with me!"

In the eyes of some eighth-order and ninth-order imperial spirits, if Su Xuan was not white, he was a waste that could be kneaded by them.

After all, Su Xuan was only a fifth-order imperial spirit when he left before, and after three months, he would at most rise to one or two steps.

Don't see Su Xuan ascending the realm so quickly, but for ordinary cultivators, three months may not even be able to improve the first order.

In their opinion, Su Xuan was just an ordinary person, and he would never improve much.

"Who said it wasn't me who made the move!" said Su Xuan coldly.

"Let your spirit beast back off!" someone drank coldly.

Su Xuan's eyes were cold, and he suddenly whispered to Dabai.

Da Bai's eyes flashed, and he had an inquiring expression of "are you sure".

"Go, your eldest brother's life and death are in your hands. Su Xuan chuckled and patted Dabai's body.

Da Bai pouted disdainfully, obviously contemptuous of Su Xuan's self-proclaimed eldest brother.

However, there was a flash of persistence in Dabai's eyes, and he turned his head and rushed away without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Everyone was stunned.

Really run?

"I don't know if I'm dead or alive!" Zhao Kongling above drank coldly.

"Grandstanding!" Xu Dongqing also spoke coldly.

At this moment, Su Xuan was already a lamb to be slaughtered in Xu Dongqing's eyes.

"Huh. Wei Zhenling chuckled, not commenting, and looked like he was watching the play from above.

Su Xuan looked above his eyes, his eyes cold.

"You guys... What qualifications do you have to look down on me Su Xuan like this?"

The next moment, Su Xuan walked forward.

If it is high, then pull it down and step on it fiercely!

Everyone looked at Su Xuan who was moving, and his body trembled.

Da Bai's confidence in their eyes has run away, why does he Su Xuan dare to be so arrogant

? Bluff? Or does he really have confidence?

However, there are obviously some people who do not believe that Su Xuan really has strength.

"It's just a waste, even if you change your mind, it can't be changed overnight!" a ninth-order middle-aged man snorted.

This person is loyal to Zhao Longhua, and he already has the strength to break through the spirit.

When everyone was watching and was shocked by Su Xuan's momentum, he stood up and stopped Su Xuan.

"I don't believe you bastard..." he snapped.

But the next moment.

The middle-aged man jerked.

Because Su Xuan slammed on the ground, he instantly swept the distance between him and him.

The two face each other.

"So fast!" The

middle-aged man's pupils contracted violently, looking at Su Xuan's sharp and cold eyes, and his cold hair was upside down.

But before he could react, he felt a stomachache.

"Bang!" A

dull collision, the middle-aged man's face was distorted in pain.

Su Xuan slammed a punch on his stomach.

"You are looking for death!" the middle-aged man roared, subconsciously slapped his palm towards Su Xuan.

But Su Xuan just raised his hand, and immediately pinched the middle-aged man's palm, which was obviously a battle skill.

"Click!" the

sound of broken bones reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Ah!" A

mournful scream echoed, and everyone who listened was horrified.

At this moment, the middle-aged man knelt down abruptly, and he didn't have the slightest ability to resist in front of Su Xuan.

Everyone who watched this scene gasped.

A ninth-order imperial spirit, a cultivator who was about to break through to the spirit was simply surrendered by Su Xuan, and no longer had the ability to resist.

Is this something that the waste of yesteryear could have done?

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't believe it.

"He... How could he have become so strong?"

"Impossible!" Zhao Longhua and the others also had their pupils shrinking violently.

The shot just now means that Su Xuan definitely has the strength of a spirit master.

But is it possible?

Even if they saw it, they couldn't believe it.

Zhao

Kongling was shocked and froze for a while.

"This..." Ye Shan and Chen Yuan looked at each other, unable to return to their senses for a while.

"This is the waste in your mouth?" Wei Zhenling sneered, extremely contemptuous of the short-sightedness of Zhao Longhua and the others.

And at the moment.

"I hate people calling me a mongrel!" Su Xuan said coldly, dragging the middle-aged man forward.

Su Xuan took a step, and the person who stopped in front of him took a step back, while the middle-aged man was dragged by Su Xuan like a dead dog.

"Do you still want to challenge me?" said Su Xuan.

Everyone couldn't help but step back.

"Since you don't dare, let me get away!" Su Xuan's footsteps quickened, and everyone immediately dispersed.

At this moment, Su Xuan's momentum was too strong.

Soon.

Su Xuan walked to the edge of the ancient bridge.

"Su Shao... Young Master, release me, please release me!" the middle-aged man begged in horror.

"By what?" Su Xuan sneered.

The middle-aged man froze, and then he said bitterly: "I have no grievances with you..."

And the enemy is used to kill.

Su Xuan looked grim and dragged the middle-aged man towards the ancient bridge.

"Boom!" Stepping

into the ancient bridge, Su Xuan's body shook, and great pressure began to cover his whole body.

But the next moment, Su Xuan just strode upwards, not at all as condensed as other disciples.

Su Xuan's body was straight, without the slightest bend.

He looked up at everyone on the top of the mountain and sneered, "You don't have to come down either, I... Go find you!" On

this day, Qingshan Ancient Bridge, an arrogant young man, dragged the enemy up, and his momentum was unmatched.