The Most Powerful Young Man

Before, Xiao Yao knew that Blood Mist Demon Lord had a deep resentment towards those demons.

It seems to be true now.

If given the opportunity, he might even go up and help the fairy clan to intercept and kill those demons together.

This is not something impossible.

In the eyes of the Blood Mist Demon Lord, the demons were even worse than the demons.

The Blood Mist Demon Lord also has his own bottom line, and now these demons, even if they have broken through his bottom line.

It's time to kill.

After running for ten miles, the painting master finally beheaded the demon king.

When the Demon Lord's soul was flying away, Molong transformed again into a pool of ink, which melted into the ground covered with leaves and weeds under his feet.

In an instant, those yellow leaves began to turn green, and weeds began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hehe, it's your chance to get moisturized by immortal ink." Hua Zun laughed, his tone full of pride.

It seems that what he leaks a little from the tip of his finger can become an opportunity for all things to grow.

This is true for dead-leaf weeds, and it is true for ordinary people.

After all, he is an immortal clan, or an immortal venerable.

Every fairy clan has the same truth in his heart.

Why do immortals exist?

Answer: Because the immortal clan is the executor of the heavenly way.

As for the demons and demons, they should all be trampled under their feet, letting them knead, just like the ordinary people of the other ten thousand realms.

One thought makes him live, one thought makes him die. This is the power that Heavenly Dao has, but the immortal clan thinks that they also have such power. For example, if they want to make those human races live, they can live well, and if they want to let them die, they have to be erased.

This is true of all races in the world.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around, planning to go back to find his companion.

Previously, I chased that Demon Lord for ten miles. The original distance of ten miles was not a big deal to their immortals, but this is a wild and ancient land, a mountain of sword gods, it is difficult to fly, and there is no way to use spiritual knowledge.

Turning his head to look at the open space behind him, his brows were slightly frowned, and he felt a little uneasy for no reason.

Probably because I chased too far, I couldn't see the same clan.

Or maybe it's because you are in the Sword God Mountain, a place full of crises.

At the foot, stepped forward.

Finally, a sword aura rushed toward his face.

In an instant, the sword energy spread from a line and became dense, like a downpour.

"Presumptuous!" Hua Zun shouted angrily, the breath in his body soared, the brush in his hand flicked, and with one wave, the ink formed a shield, blocking the sword aura.

Chun Qiu Jian bounced the sword sound, then circled around, changing the angle, and launched a second attack on Hua Zun.

Huazun waved his brush again, and the ink was ready to be a vulture.

The sharp beak of the vulture collided with the sword of Chunqiu.

The vulture dissipated in an instant and was reclassified as ink stains. The Spring and Autumn Sword trembled slightly, and the sword pattern on the blade shone golden light.

"How Xiaoxiao, come out to fight!" Hua Zun said with a cold face, looking at the empty surroundings.

There was only one still spinning sword in front of him.

"Come back." Xiao Yao's voice sounded from a distance.

The Spring and Autumn Sword turned into a sword light, and Xiao Yao held it in his hand again.

Seeing the young man riding on an electric tiger, Hua Zun's mind was swiftly moving, suddenly his face changed drastically.

"It's you!"

Xiao Yao now has become a celebrity because of the existence of the immortal clan's killing order.

Hmm... as if you were on the earth, you have to be careful to be recognized by others all the time, but Xiao Yao never thought of covering up his face, he wished that the fairy clan would offer him more rewards.

Because this is also a recognition of him.

If Xiao Yao were really a puddle of mud, it would naturally be impossible to pose any threat to the Xian Clan, and the Xian Clan would not think that he must be killed.

The immortal clan wants to punish Xiao Yao, which means that they panic.

This panic happened to be brought to them by Xiao Yao, so now that when I think about it, Xiao Yao will not be afraid, but will have a sense of accomplishment.

Don’t you take Terran seriously?

Don't you think that the human race can be pinched to death at will?

Do you still think so now?

Xiao Yao sneered.

If I were to ask the Immortal Clan if he was afraid now, the Immortal Clan would definitely shake his head and be full of disdain, but in Xiao Yao's opinion, this was nothing more than a slap in the face.

"Hey, are you scared?" Xiao Yao holding the Chunqiu sword, step by step towards the painting statue, asked.

"Hmph, Xiao Xiao Ant, quickly died." When he spoke, the painting master waved away again.

It was still a Molong, leaping towards Xiao Yao with its teeth and claws.

Xiao Yao flipped his wrist, together with the Spring and Autumn Sword, the sword in his hand gushed out.

At the same time, his body leaped high, from top to bottom, his body rotated together with the Chunqiu Sword.

Pass through that Molong.

The ink fell on Xiao Yao's white clothes, and it looked like it was dotted with several mountain peaks, but it looked like a mood.

The aftertaste is endless.

The eyes of the painting statue also changed again.

"Look, you are scared, but you dare not admit it, do you read it?" Xiao Yao asked.

The painting statue is very speechless.

He didn't know why Xiao Yao had to talk to him about this meaningless question.

Is it important?

Boring, okay?

"The evil spirits of the demons." Every word of Hua Zun popped out of his teeth, "It's bluffing."

Hua Zun is slowly proud.

Although fighting against the demon monarch before and expending a lot of celestial power, he was still confident.

With his current strength, killing a demon soldier with only the strength of a demon soldier is not a difficult task.

This is how the cinnabar gang of the fairy clan advertised Xiao Yao's strength.

Therefore, Hua Zun's eyes became hot.

It's really no effort to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere to find it.

Originally, I really didn't know when I could find this demons, but now it seems that God is rewarded for his work.

Take the head of this demons back to the fairy race, will other fairy races be jealous and mad when they see it?

Thinking of this, he became even more excited.

Xiao Yao shook his head.

He once again waved the Chunqiu sword in his hand and rushed towards the painting statue.

Hua Zun turned out three swords and pressed them towards Xiao Yao.

At the same time, Hua Zun also seized this opportunity and retreated quickly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the facts were before him.

The evil obstacles of this demon race, kendo is very good.

This also made him puzzled as to why a demon can actually make a difference in kendo.

Perhaps this is also the reason why the fairy clan wants to behead it desperately.

After pushing Xiao Yao back for a certain distance, Hua Zun suddenly burst into laughter.

"Actually, my immortal clan also has a wicked obstacle. I even brought mortals to the immortal realm. Oh, he is also your human clan. He is a swordsman. If you let him know that even the demon clan can understand the swordsmanship he admires, he will definitely feel ashamed and angry. Huh?" Huazun laughed.

Xiao Yao stopped suddenly.

Did not immediately initiate a charge.

He looked at the painting master in front of him and asked, "Do you have any enemies with him?"

"I have played against each other, but he escaped by chance." Hua Zun said, "How?"

"Oh..." Xiao Yao nodded and said, "That's a grudge, haha, it's a coincidence. I originally wanted to kill you directly. I regret it now. I'll take your head off and wait for him. Give it to him when you come back."

Xiao Yao chuckles at the thought of such a scene.

"At that time, Xu Jianshen would definitely feel very ashamed. After all, if he wants to get revenge, he still has to go to the fairy clan Jiuzhou. I can stand by and do something for him when I am here."

Hua Zun's face changed.

"Do you know that evil barrier?"

"Are you worthy to scold him?" Xiao Yao shook his head.

The relationship between him and Xu Kuangge used to be like a master and apprentice.

After all, Xu Kuangge gave him Jianxin, taught him sword intent, and also gave him the profound iron sword.

Later, the relationship between the two became more like friends.

Because that shameless guy demanded Xuan Tiejian back.

Spring and Autumn Sword, the sword light shines again.

The ground was lit at his feet, but his body suddenly rose up.

With a flick of a sword, the sword wind belt fell down ten towering giant trees.

Some are not environmentally friendly.

Huazun's face was tense, and he shouted angrily: "Quit!"

As a result, it was him who retired.

Was drunk by Jianfeng.

The painting Zun holds the pen with one hand, and the other hand follows the mudra.

A piece of gold paper appeared in front of him.

"The fairy pages are really rare, even if it's me, there are only three. I can't bear to deal with that devil..." When Hua Zun said these words, he was quite a human head. "So, you really are sinful. Unforgivable! Originally I just wanted to take your head back to receive the reward, but now I regret it too. Not only will I take your head back, but I will also draw out your demonic soul and make you change. Become my puppet, you will never live beyond life!"

Xiao Yao grinned openly and smiled happily.

Take a look.

At this time, the Immortal Venerable, there is still a little bit of fairy wind and Dao bones.

What is the difference between a monster and a monster?

The sword fell.

Sword Qi splashed everywhere, like falling stones causing ripples.

Xiao Yao dropped his foot, and the leaves were suspended, and he hurriedly shot towards the painting master.

The painting respects the pen.

The ink fell on the so-called "fairy page" in his mouth, and the dragon painted was no longer ink, but golden.

The golden dragon waved its tail, unexpectedly there was a trace of dragon aura, awe-inspiring, opened his mouth and spouted a golden flame, all the fallen leaves burned out and turned into white smoke floating in the sky.

Xiao Yao had a toothache.

He felt that this painter was provoking himself.

"Are you playing with fire?" Xiao Yao asked.

Hua Zun snorted coldly, and with a thought, Jin Long spit out another golden fire.

Xiao Yao retreated a certain distance and stood up straight.

"Actually, I also play with fire."

When talking, Xiao Yao took a step forward, his clothes moved with the wind, and the palms of his hands were flowing with splendor.

As he spoke, a group of colorful flames jumped out of his palm and rushed towards the painting master.

The Jinlong breathed fire again, and the flame hit Xiao Yao's different fire, not only did it not dissipate, but also encouraged Xiao Yao's different fire.

"Fool." Xiao Yao shook his head.

Before the golden dragon had time to escape, it had been completely swallowed by the flames, drop by drop of golden water stains fell off, drop by drop to the ground.

Xiao Yao yawned and was a little surprised.

"Oh, has it become Arowana oil?"