The Most Powerful Young Man

At this time, many members of the Purple Golden Gate had already seen this scene, and their expressions changed drastically, and their faces were full of anger, and they rushed towards Xiao Yao and the others.

"Haha, this kid is done! Relying on his own cultivation level, he dares to do whatever he wants. He doesn't even see what place is here, just wait to die!" Zhang Kuang suddenly laughed.

"Huh, overwhelming guy." Zhang Liwei and others also sighed.

In fact, they were full of dissatisfaction with Xiao Yao.

Although it was said that Xiao Yao had solved Liu Wolong before, Liu Wolong and them obviously belonged to the same world.

Killed a Liu Wolong, and also suppressed all of them.

They were frightened along the way, for fear of annoying this plague god.

Now that Xiao Yao is dying, it is naturally very happy.

Xu Fuci bit his lips tightly, his beautiful eyes flowed: "Why would he be like this? Didn't he just come to pick up his wife home? Will he survive..."

Dozens of members of the Purple Golden Gate have surrounded Xiao Yao, Song Yilin, and Nan Tianyuan.

One of the middle-aged men with long hair and a crown, holding a sword in his hand, stared at Xiao Yao, "Who are you?"

"Elder Changxuan, he is here to make trouble, let's kill them directly!" a disciple said with a throat.

Xiao Yao glanced at the elder Changxuan and suddenly sneered.

"As far as you are capable, you dare to stand in my way?" After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but break up, and he took another palm.

Now that he has decided to come, he won't have the slightest hesitation. What Xiao Yao has to do is to bring Nan Tianyuan and Song Yilin to let the blood of Zijinmen flow into a river.

Let this place become a purgatory on earth.

"You catch my love, and I will slaughter you all!" Xiao Yao roared, and the aura in his body started to circulate again.

That palm hit the elder Changxuan.

Elder Changxuan's body flew out directly, and fell severely on a stone pillar.

The thick stone pillar of the bucket was directly broken by Chang Xuan's body.

Chang Xuan himself vomited blood, then his head tilted and his breathing broke.

"Dare to kill our brother Changxuan (elder), stand arrogant and kill without mercy!" One of the disciples shouted angrily, and the crowd rushed towards Xiao Yao and the three others like a tide.

"Let's kill it." Xiao Yao muttered.

"Brother Xiao, these people are not enough to look at." Song Yilin laughed loudly, "It just so happens, let them test my strength!"

After speaking, he turned into a tiger down the mountain, rushed into the crowd, took a knife, raised the knife and dropped it cleanly, and Nan Tianyuan did the same.

Xiao Yao stood still, watching the situation on the court quietly.

Fifty or sixty Zijinmen disciples, in the hands of Nan Tianyuan and Song Yilin, are like immature children, unable to withstand brutality at all.

These were all cultivators in the world-breaking realm. Only the former elder Changxuan was in the realm of Lingxi, who was slapped to death by Xiao Yao.

In less than a cup of tea, fifty or sixty people have been slaughtered.

Song Yilin and Nan Tianyuan were full of blood, but none of them belonged to them.

"Haha! Happy! The trash from Zijinmen, come out and die!" Song Yilin roared up to the sky, somewhat arrogant, but Xiao Yao did not rebuke it.

When you come in, you must carry the arrogance to the end.

People block and kill, Buddha block and kill Buddha!

In the hall, a disciple rushed into the hall recklessly.

"It's not good, it's not good, elders, something went wrong!"

In the main hall, seven or eight people were sitting cross-legged, among them the Eastern God of War.

"What's the panic? What's the matter?" The Eastern God of War ranted angrily, "I am rashly, believe it or not, I will shoot you to death?"

The disciple was taken aback. He knew that what the Eastern God of War said was not a joke, and that annoyed this one, he really slapped himself to death with a slap.

"Three people came in outside, and we have already killed more than 60 disciples." The disciple whispered.

"what?"

"how come?"

"Who has the courage to come to our Zijinmen to make trouble?!"

The elders were furious.

One by one stood up, but the Eastern God of War stopped them.

"Everyone, don't worry, in my opinion, I am afraid that Xiao Yao from the secular world is looking for people, haha!" said the Eastern God of War, "this guy is really not afraid of death, just a cultivator in the realm of Lingxi, isn't it? Can we all go out? If outsiders know this, won't they laugh out loud!"

When everyone heard what the Eastern God of War said, all their hearts fell.

"So that's the case, the young man is too courageous, and he really dare to come."

"Well. This makes sense. The disciples outside are all below the spiritual energy realm, and they are definitely not the opponents of the cultivators in the Lingxi realm."

"Forget it, the Eastern God of War, go and solve that kid!"

The Eastern God of War laughed haha, "Okay, wait for me to come over with Xiao Yao's head!"

After speaking, he poured himself a cup of tea.

"Therefore, regarding Yuwenjiu cut Huaxiong, I have Oriental Wencha Zhu Xiaoyao today, everyone wait!"

After speaking, he picked up the heavy hammer around him and strode out of the hall.

The main hall is about a hundred meters away from the square at the entrance and three palaces, but the Eastern God of War is already a practitioner of the Linghe realm, and in the blink of an eye, he has reached Xiao Yao's front.

Before that, many of the disciples who came in had already been beheaded by Nan Tianyuan and Song Yilin.

"Retreat all to me!" After an angry shout, the disciples of the Zijinmen retreated one after another, and knelt down and worshipped in the direction where the Eastern God of War came.

"Welcome to the Eastern God of War!"

Hearing the words "God of War of the East", Song Yilin's fists creaked.

"Damn, it's this bastard!" Song Yilin gritted his teeth when he saw the Eastern God of War with a heavy hammer walking into his sight.

Xiao Yao's eyes also changed.

"Are you Xiao Yao?" The Eastern God of War came to Xiao Yao and asked with a grin.

"It's you, who took my woman, right?" Xiao Yao's eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Haha, so what? I didn't expect that you actually came here. What's the difference between this and death?" asked the Eastern God of War.

"Hand over Li Xiaoxiao and spare you not to die." Xiao Yao said.

After Xiao Yao's words were finished, the Eastern God of War was first taken aback, and then he burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! You really laughed at me! You are a cultivator in the secular world, it is really not easy for you to enter the realm of spiritual energy, and you even attempt to challenge the cultivator of the realm of Linghe, ridiculous, extremely ridiculous!"

Zhang Kuang, who was watching the battle, also sneered again and again: "Huh, before they could kill hundreds of people, it was nothing more than taking advantage of the cultivation base, but now, standing in front of them is the Eastern God of War, who is a cultivator in the realm of Linghe, this guy. He even dared to speak wildly."

"Yes, this young man is indeed stronger than us." Zhang Liwei took a deep breath and said, "Fortunately, he is about to die. We are still the best among young people!"

"Yes, yes!" The people behind them nodded vigorously.

They seem to want Xiao Yao and others to die more than the people at Zijinmen.

Otherwise, with such young people standing in front of them, what face do they have to claim to be the arrogant?

To be ugly, their self-esteem has long been crushed by Xiao Yao and others.

Only Xu Fuci was anxious.

"Does he really want to die here?"

"His wife, was she arrested by the Zijinmen?"

"He broke into the Purple Golden Gate and started killing, just for his beloved wife?"

Countless thoughts echoed in Xu Fuci's mind...

At this time, the Eastern God of War did not laugh anymore.

"Fine, I will let you see today, how big the gap is between Linghe and Lingxi!"

After speaking, he waved a heavy hammer in his hand.

"This hammer is called the Sky Thunder Hammer, and there are already ten spiritual qi realm cultivators who have died under the hammer. Today you are the eleventh!"

The body of the heavy hammer was shining with fluorescence, and it seemed that the dull thunder and lightning could be heard.

"It turned out to be a quasi-spirit weapon?"

"Yes! I didn't expect that the Eastern God of War's divine weapon was actually a spiritual weapon. He was originally a cultivator in the Linghe realm. This hammer can't kill this arrogant young man in an instant?"

Everyone was shocked.

When the Eastern God of War heard these words, he was also triumphant.

In order to obtain this sky thunder hammer, he butchered a small school.

Everybody is not guilty of guilt, they deserve to die if they have such a quasi-spirit!

While thinking about it, the Tian Lei Hammer had already burst out a thunder light, indeed like lightning in the sky, attacking Xiao Yao.

Speed ​​of light!

Xiao Yao's expression was indifferent, neither happy nor sad.

Suddenly, he took a step forward and smashed out with a punch, shaking the earth.

"Haha! Is this kid crazy? How dare to take the quasi-spirit weapon!"

"What's more, is that a blow from a cultivator in the Linghe realm? Dead dead!"

Lei Guang collided with the red aura from Xiao Yao's punch, and there was a loud noise in an instant. The floor beside Xiao Yao cracked and smoke billowed.

"Hey, he's an excellent young man, he just died." Zhang Liwei shook his head, but he couldn't hear any regrets when he said what he said, on the contrary, he was ridiculed.

"The God of War is mighty!"

"The Eastern God of War, rivals the sky!"

The Zijinmen disciples standing behind the Eastern God of War cheered one by one.

Sure enough, no matter how strong an opponent is, he can't provoke Zijinmen, otherwise, he must be killed by a spike!

Nan Tianyuan and Song Yilin still had no expressions on their faces.

Only Xu Fuci, his face is ugly.

However, when the smoke was gradually dispersed, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone fell silent, eyes widened, looking at the figure.

His eyes were full of shock.

When the Eastern God of War saw that man, his pupils also shrank.

"This... how is this possible? You didn't even die?!" The Eastern God of War seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in this world.

"If you are in the Lingjiang realm, maybe, you can really cause me a heavy blow. Unfortunately, you are only in the Linghe realm, or just the initial stage. I really don't know what your arrogant capital is."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yao shot directly, with a sharp blade, shining with cold light, and flew towards the Eastern God of War.

The face of the Eastern God of War changed drastically.

Accompanied by the sharp blade, there is endless coercion and aura.

"You...you are already a cultivator in the Linghe realm? How is this possible!"

When he wanted to dodge, Hanmang was already in front of him.

He raised the heavy hammer in his hand, trying to smash the sharp blade into the air, but the sharp blade had already rubbed the side of the heavy hammer and passed across his body.

The Eastern God of War only made one blow and fell!

Linghe realm cultivators died of the sword of fish intestines!