The Most Powerful Young Man

Among the woods, it was terribly quiet.

Huazun looked at the young man holding a long sword in his hands, and fell into thinking.

After careful consideration of every detail, I later found that the more I thought about it, the more terrifying the young swordsman in front of him.

Especially the weird fire that just appeared.

In the swallow that broke out at that moment, even though he was still far away, he felt terrified.

At this time, the young man, holding the sword in his backhand, was ready to shoot again.

"Wait a minute!" The painter suddenly said.

Xiao Yao looked at Hua Zun with a playful look in his eyes, but he was not in a hurry, he also wanted to know what he could do next.

However, what the painter said afterwards made him somewhat unexpected.

"I won't kill you, this battle will end here, and I will give you a true treasure of Immortal Venerable, how about it?!" said Venerable Hua, "You know, one Immortal Venerable can only refine five at most. A piece of real treasure, every piece is the flesh of your heart."

Xiao Yao thought for a while and said with a smile: "Otherwise, let's take a step back, how about?"

"Oh?" Huazun looked at Xiao Yao with interest, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't say anything that I will not kill you. I have to take your life, but I also take a step back. I will take your two real treasures, how about?" Xiao Yao said.

The painting statue is going to be **** by Xiao Yao.

What is this taking a step back?

"Are you unreasonable?" Hua Zun said with a sullen face.

Xiao Yao smiled happily.

Then, his smile narrowed, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Before I wanted to reason with your immortals. You are unwilling to reason with me, saying that I am an ant, saying that I and other ordinary people are not qualified to reason with you, saying that a big fist is a reason. I hold my nose and recognize it. Now I Being able to put the sword in your hand on your neck, your immortal clan’s language has changed again, saying that you want to reason with me, and you have done all the shameless things in the world. What else can I do?"

The more Xiao Yao said, the more angry he got.

Then, another sword was swung.

Hua Zun had a toothache.

He suddenly realized that in fact, the young man in front of him had always spared his energy. Otherwise, with the opponent’s fire and swordsmanship, it would not be easy to kill himself directly, but he would have nowhere to go. Refundable, still no problem.

But the young man didn't seem to intend to use fire to deal with himself, but only by swordsmanship.

He can handle it now.

But the other party's intentions caused a lot of psychological pressure on him.

As long as he is not a fool, he can understand that the other party is not anxious to kill him, but wants to use him to practice swords.

This is simply a shame for an immortal venerable.

When will the fairy clan fall to this level?

As a result, his hand holding the brush was trembling slightly at this time.

The more I think about it, the more trouble I get, just like in the past, I always took a rope out to walk the dog in the evening, but now, he found that the dog had a collar on his neck and started to walk him.

Isn't this what humiliation is? They used to play with the other clan between the palms, but now they have become the other clan to play with their fairy clan. Such a big contrast really caused a great impact on the immortal venerable, which may be very long. For a while, there was no way to get out of the shadows.

If Xiao Yao knew what Hua Zun's thoughts were in his heart at this time, he would definitely shake his head and feel that the other party was thinking too much.

How could he release this painter from the wild and ancient land?

In the Great Desolate Ancient Land, in the Sword God Mountain, he has an advantage, but the three clans of the Fairy, Demon and Demon have a great disadvantage.

Their cultivation was suppressed.

This is naturally an excellent opportunity for Xiao Yao. Otherwise, if it is outside, let alone confrontation with Xianzun, his first reaction after seeing it is definitely to run away with his feet, unless his brain is bad. Only then will he choose to fight against the opponent, it must be Xianzun crushing him.

But here is the great wasteland, the Sword God Mountain.

Such an opportunity is really rare. If you don't take advantage of this time to kill a few more immortal demon kings and the like, when this opportunity passes, Xiao Yao will definitely regret his death.

Moreover, this is also his once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to improve his cultivation.

After having a few life-and-death battles with these big guys, maybe you can get some treasures and the like.

Surely you won't suffer, right?

Therefore, Xiao Yao still cherishes such an opportunity very much.

This is also the reason why he is not willing to directly use the different fire to cooperate with the Spring and Autumn Sword to behead the opponent.

"Hmph, I want to see how good you are to kill me so surely!" said Hua Zun.

Xiao Yao wielded the Spring and Autumn Sword, After All, and sarcastically said: "Look at you. Before, I was thinking about holding my head and wanting to go back to receive the reward. What about now? But I just retreat thinking about the whole body. Up."

The painter who had been exposed to his thoughts turned into anger from anger, as if he was torn off a fig leaf by the other party.

After all, let him admit that he is now losing to a demon soldier, it is more uncomfortable than killing him.

At first he was really confident, but even he didn't know why in such a short period of time, the other party was able to completely wipe out his original self-confidence.

Hua Zun has never suspected that there are some geniuses who can understand the truth, but in his opinion, such geniuses will never appear in the demons!

"What a big tone, today, I have to kill you!" Hua Zun said while stepping back.

This is a bit of suspicion of slapping himself in the face.

However, Hua Zun quickly found a reasonably good reason for himself.

He said to himself in his heart that after all, he was in a great wasteland and his strength was suppressed. Therefore, even if he really suffered a loss, it was not without reason.

Thinking about it this way, he also felt a lot more relaxed.

Xiao Yao didn't pay much attention to the other party, but his sword was getting faster and faster.

The foot of the sword is mysterious step, the sword gas hangs upside down like a waterfall, and the bits and pieces are neat and tidy, without a trace of gap.

The frequency of the brush strokes in the hand of Hua Zun was getting faster and faster, and his heart became more and more surprised.

He was shocked to find that his enemy, the sword aura was still rising.

Like a mountain that stands steeply.

Finally, he drew a huge shield and stood in front of him. It seemed that it was his last escape.

"The evil spirits, I will cut you when I see you!" As he spoke, the painter drew a steed, and after riding it, he drove away.

Xiao Yao's Three Swords reluctantly smashed the huge shield into pieces, and he laughed at the painting master who had fled.

It turns out that the Xianzun of the Xian Clan has such a disposition.

He whistled, and the electric tiger rushed over.

"Don't run the horse that is drawn, you shameless, I still have to face." Xiao Yao patted the tiger's huge head and said sternly.

The electric tiger screamed, and all four hooves galloped to pick up the dust.

In the blink of an eye, he drew closer to the painting master who was riding on the ink horse.

Hua Zun's face changed suddenly, and he kept drawing swords, trying to stop Xiao Yao from chasing after him.

Even if you can't kill the opponent, it's good to delay yourself for a while.

He just wanted to quickly reunite with the immortal clan, so that he would be safe.

He didn't believe that, together with those immortals, he couldn't cut the young man behind him.

No, it's slashed!

Xiao Yao stroked the Chunqiu Sword in his hand. Although the speed of the electric tiger was very fast, it was extremely stable.

Xiao Yao didn't need to spend his time trying to maintain balance.

The sword pattern on the Spring and Autumn Sword, stroking, the gully is distinct, a kind of coolness penetrates into the heart.

He exhaled a long breath.

Finally, seeing that the speed is almost the same, his feet jerked a little, and his body rose in the air.

The sword light is scattered, like a goddess scattered flowers.

It's not magnificent, but it's not too small. The sword energy is sharp and sharp, rolling up countless remaining branches and leaves.

Xiao Yao's speed in the air has suddenly increased a lot, as if walking against the wind.

"Come down!" With a loud shout, Xiao Yao had already arrived behind the painting master. Before the other party raised the paintbrush, he was cut out in a battle.

A little bit at the feet of the painting statue, falling under the horse, how could that black horse carry a mighty sword energy, and immediately collapsed into ink.

Xiao Yao's sword flower flipped, another sword, and he slaughtered towards the painting master.

"Get out!" Painted Master yelled angrily, and drew a sledgehammer with his brush.

Xiao Yao blocked the opponent's attack, but there was a slight sneer on his face.

Painting Zun hadn't recollected it yet, but he noticed the heat behind him.

The moment he turned his face, a small flame caught his eye.

The flames fluttered, and under the terrifying gaze of the painter, he swallowed the body completely.

In fact, if it were normal times, it would not be difficult for the painting master to be aware of the abnormal fire, but he had been dealing with Xiao Yao's sword qi with all his heart before, and he had noticed the abnormality behind him.

The new fire that merged with the fire of the sword furnace was much more domineering than any fire, otherwise it would be difficult to entangle a painter.

When the painting master raised the brush in his hand and wanted to brush the ink, half of his body had been swallowed, and before he could breathe, it had been completely swallowed.

It turned into ashes, but there was still a writing brush in the ashes.

Xiao Yao bent down and picked up the brush.

"This brush is unusual, even if it is a strange fire, it can't be swallowed. It's kind of interesting." Xiao Yao laughed. "I originally wanted to practice more swordsmanship. Who knows this painting master is so courageous and can't beat it. Want to run."

Shaking his head, he played on Dianhu again.

"Go back, by the way, look at the next prey." Xiao Yao's voice was rather cold.

The electric tiger shook his head, looking a little arrogant, as if the person who killed Xianzun before was not Xiao Yao, but it.

When they returned to the previous location, the Blood Mist Demon Lord and the others never showed up, but stared at the immortal races who were still recuperating.

Among them was a fairy, who was powerful. Before he left, Xiao Yao had told them not to do anything, and waited for him to come back, so as not to startle the snake.

The Blood Mist Demon understood Xiao Yao's meaning.

From the beginning, Xiao Yao never thought of letting go of any immortal clan.

It's just that Xiao Yao is more wiser. He didn't want to kill him in one go, but wanted to defeat them one by one. Killing a painting master first, for these immortals, even if it has been chopped off half of its vitality.