"Hahaha, the demons all over the world kill them? I'm so scared when you say so!"

Yang Xu looked at the 9000 year old with exaggerated pretence, looked him from head to foot, and said something helplessly:

"I really don't know how you live up to now. Well, I'll spare your life. Now go back and tell you the ten princes. Later, I'll go to the Muruo country and settle accounts with him."

Yangxu looked at nine thousand years old jokingly.

At the age of nine thousand, he was so angry that he was dressed in official clothes, and the drums were ringing. Looking at Xiang Yangxu, his eyes were full of anger:

"This is a provocation to the kingdom of Moro! Young man, you are playing with fire!"

"Hehe, it seems that you're not going to leave? I know that if you spare your life, you won't cherish it! In that case, stay there!"

Yang Xu's original dull eyes suddenly became cold, and his expression was as cold as ice:

Just in time, he killed 9000 years old, arrested his soul and questioned him to see if there was anything he wanted to know.

As soon as he read it, Yang Xu's whole body suddenly changed. The thunder silent limitless knife in his hand erupted into a crackling blue thunder, like a Thunder Dragon, wrapped around Yang Xu's whole body.

At this moment, his whole face changed, as if a good tempered young man had suddenly become a murderous devil.

The sudden change surprised the melon eaters:

"What's the origin of this man? He's even more powerful than the Sword Fairy Yangxu. He dares to fight the eunuch of the morluo country?"

On the little nun's side, she preached to Yang Xu:

"Don't let him go! Don't be polite to these demons! Kill him!"

The little nun doesn't hate the demon clan in general.

The thousand faced beast, which has changed into Yangxu state, is also looking at Yangxu with a sigh:

Just now, I was in crisis and almost lost my life.

Now, I even have a master, and the master doesn't seem to be ordinary hard!

Brush!

Yangxu holding a Leiji limitless knife, like a blue lightning, suddenly flashed over the head of 9000 years old.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, Yang Xu, who was determined to kill, waved Lei Ji limitless knife and fell towards the age of 9000:

Boom!

The huge blade is wrapped with heavy thunder light and cut down severely.

"No..."

At the age of nine thousand, I burst into a drink. I didn't expect that this person would directly kill the killer, and most importantly, this knife is too terrible.

Before the light of the sword was cut off, the majestic sword Qi had torn his clothes and tore holes.

"Precious mirror, precious mirror, protect my life!"

Nine thousand years old suddenly tore his chest clothes with a hiss, and a golden light burst out from the position of his heart.

It was a golden goggle.

The heart guard mirror was branded with runes of ancient Warcraft, which kept twisting and circling. The golden magic light burst out of the heart guard mirror and blocked the light of the knife that cut off Yang Xu for a moment.

It was at this moment that nine thousand years old was saved. Regardless of the image, he rolled like a donkey, turned into a light, and dodged hundreds of meters away.

Whoosh!

The golden goggles flew out of his heart, hovered over his head, turned into a golden magic light, shrouded 9000 years old, and protected his whole body.

He looked at the direction of the rising sun with lingering fear, and his eyes glittered with horror:

At the age of nine thousand, I don't understand. How can this guy be stronger than the "Yangxu" he's looking for?

It's clearly that Yangxu caused the collapse of the Muruo country. Why is this guy more like Yangxu than that "Yangxu"?

This idea just came into my mind at the age of nine thousand.

Boom!

The void behind him, the space burst, and a lightning light tore the sky.

A space portal, emerging from the void, comes out with bright light, whoosh!

Four figures fly out of the space portal and appear in this world.

Among them, a tall man with red hair and red eyebrows looked at a stone compass in his hand and said repeatedly:

"Yes, it's here. The smell of Yangxu fluctuates around here."

Next to him, a man holding an ivory fracture fan smiled at Yang Xu's side, the fake who imitated him:

"Still need to see, isn't Yangxu right there. Come on, say hello to the son of our destiny!"

These four figures suddenly appeared, naturally, are the wise son, the son of famine, the son of riot and the son of death from the past.

In one of the paintings, a scholar dressed like a crown of jade, with bright and restrained eyes, is the son of death, staring at "Yangxu":

"How do you feel that Yang Xu's momentum is a little weak? The son of kendo, the son of madness and the son of war are handled by this boy?"

The son of riot, who was as thin as a wood, and his eyes were full of tyranny, snorted coldly, and his eyes were full of killing opportunities:

"Take care of him. Go up first and let me beat him up and try the boy's strength!"

The wise son with an ivory fan in his hand, and the son of heaven with red hair and eyebrows, smiled and nodded one after another:

"Well, since you want to fight the riot, go and have a try. I always think this Yangxu is a little weak. Is he really the son of fate?"

Four pairs of malicious eyes stared at the thousand faced beast.

The nine thousand year old and the other melon eaters looked surprised:

What's the matter? Why did a group of people come out looking for Yangxu?

From different places?

Yangxu at the moment, a pair of cold eyes also looked at the four uninvited guests.

There are some familiar time and space power fluctuations on them, which makes Yang Xu determine their identity at a glance:

From the same place as the son of Kendo and the son of war.

"Have the sons of the past arrived? It's interesting. It seems that everything is beginning to get on track."

A radian appeared at the corner of Yangxu's mouth.

People from the morluo Kingdom and past times have come. What forces will come to find themselves next?

It was at this moment that the son of the riot rushed towards the thousand faced beast. The thousand faced beast was startled by the violent sneer of the son of the riot and hid behind Yangxu involuntarily.

Yang Xu stood in front of the beast and didn't give way at all, so that the son of the riot came directly to Yang Xu:

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way right away. We're looking for the guy behind you."

Yang Xu couldn't help laughing:

"I'm sorry, he's also the one I'm looking for. Oh, by the way, that guy over there is also looking for Yangxu."

He pointed to nine thousand years old not far away.