Chapter 428

"How can it be... The power of killing is afraid!" In the air, the figure of the scholar loomed, and Yang Xuan's eyes gradually became heavy.

Just now, the killing power that was about to condense into substance hovered together and refused to fall. The bloody wind hesitated for a time. It seemed that the boy was very afraid in the game.

"Little panther, did you tell me before that Phoenix blood essence can ward off all evil?" Yang Xuan whispered. The wooden sword in his hand began to burn a raging flame. As soon as the blood rain touched the flame, it became a wisp of smoke in an instant.

"Yes, that's right... But blood essence is blood essence after all. If you want to break this array, the consumption will be very huge, and maybe your life will be in danger..." in the heart region, the little Panther sat cross legged on the ground, looked at the situation outside, and slowly frowned.

Although Phoenix blood essence is very effective in breaking this array, the greater the power of the array, the greater the price will be. This drop of blood essence is likely to cost Yang Xuan's cultivation for the rest of his life.

"Ho ho." Yang Xuan smiled softly and waved the wooden sword in his hand. "It's like this now. Is there another way to go?"

If you don't break the array, you will die. If you use Phoenix blood essence, you may die. It's better to gamble.

The little black leopard was so smart that he quickly figured out the key and nodded immediately: "let's bet. The avenue will last 50 days. Maybe this is a glimmer of vitality."

The wooden sword in Yang Xuan's hand slowly stopped, the tip of the sword was aimed at the sky and murmured, "but before that, we have to solve a problem..."

too bad! Found!

The scholar in mid air was surprised. Just at that moment, I don't know why, I suddenly had a feeling of being stared at by bloodthirsty beasts.

"Brother Xiucai, otherwise, let's go back first. After a while, the killing power will fall. The boy will die without us." The wine Niang pulled the scholar's sleeve. She was very uneasy and had a very ominous premonition.

The sober scholar was more angry in his eyes. He immediately took out a Teng snake iron pen and rubbed it in his hand.

"The boy has fallen into a desperate situation. He dares to be so arrogant. Don't give him some color to see. Do you really think there is no one in my shadow pavilion?" The scholar's eyes flashed, and then rushed down to Yang Xuan.

From the beginning of receiving the instruction from the ghost eye elder, he was full of curiosity about the young man. He didn't know who could make the ghost eye elder so cautious, and even gave a killing array to deal with it.

But it is precisely because of this that the scholar's heart is aroused a strong fighting spirit at the moment, and he has to compete with Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan found his arrival as early as the eye of heaven, and immediately smiled coldly.

He patted the handle of the sword in his hand, but saw a red streamer flying and shooting at the scholar.

The wooden sword was faster than the electric light and flint. In an instant, it came to the scholar. The "hiss hiss hiss" sounded three times and stabbed his head, chest and abdomen three times. The scholar only felt a flash of white light in front of him and blocked out the conscious space under the iron pen in his hand.

After blocking this move, the scholar looked again. Yang Xuan had stepped on a big black carving and appeared two feet away. The black-and-white air on his fists was swirling, and he was ready to go.

"Are you the killer sent by the shadow pavilion? It looks just like this. It's no different from the scholar." Yang Xuan said softly. The whole person was relaxed and seemed to be facing a mortal without threat.

How dare the boy belittle himself? The scholar was immediately furious.

"I'm the fifth Taibao scholar under the ghost eye elder. I'm the thirty-six heavenly gang and silent star in the shadow Pavilion!" The scholar roared, the pen in his hand trembled and sobbed, and took the lead in attacking Yang Xuan.

"Thirty six Tiangang... I'm still seventy-two hell!" Yang Xuan sneered and punched the scholar's pen. The sound of bursting in the void was heard all the time.

Clank——

Yang Xuan's flesh and blood fist touched the iron pen in the blink of an eye, and even made the sound of gold and iron, which surprised the scholar.

Is this boy's body made of iron? How can the strength of a pair of fists be so amazing that they are no different from ordinary Lingbao!

No, we will lose out if we meet him. It seems that we can only use other means.

The scholar's face sank, quickly took back the pen, withdrew a few feet away, and then a burst of strong black gas broke out all over his body.

This familiar formation was recognized by Yang Xuan, narrowed his eyes and said, "it's really a ghost repair. I'm sure you all exist like this in the shadow pavilion?"

The scholar pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly: "boy, ask the Lord of hell when you die!"

As soon as the voice fell, the black gas on the scholar had gathered together and turned into a huge ghost face in the blink of an eye.

The most obvious sign of ghost repair appeared. Yang Xuan has completely confirmed his identity now, and his hand is even more merciless. His two fists began to be covered with a layer of seemingly mild Liyan.

"Boy, die!" The scholar gave a loud cry, and the ghost face in front of him roared and rushed forward, like a strong wind, blowing Yang Xuan's clothes and robes.

"You ghosts really don't know how to live or die!" Yang Xuan clenched his teeth and responded. Then he hit his fist out and scattered the ghost face in an instant. The scholar was stunned.

How can it be? This is the pure ghost Spirit given to him by the ghost eye elder. If ordinary people can't even touch it, they will be corroded. How can they be broken up by fists?

It's the greatest nonsense in the world!

The scholar did not give up, gathered a black face again, and rushed to Yang Xuan.

This time, Yang Xuan didn't wait in place. While punching, Xiao Hei rushed out at his feet, scattered his faces and rushed to the scholar.

Pooh——

The scholar widened his eyes and didn't give up looking at his chest. Yang Xuan's fist had pierced his chest, and then the crazy sharp pain came out, making him sob and even speechless.

"You..."

"Great Wei has laws, and ghosts should be punished."

Yang Xuan had no emotion in his eyes. He slowly took out his fist, and the blood on it was swallowed up by Liyan in the blink of an eye.

For ghost repair, Yang Xuan's Phoenix blood essence is the most restrained, let alone Liyan. Sticking to it is the disaster of death.

The figure of the scholar began to break up slowly, turning into a trace of black gas and wandering in the air. On the other side, a petite figure immediately rushed out, hugged the scholar and cried.

"Scholar! You can't die!"

This man is the wine lady.

At the same time, a black air rose on her body, wrapped the scholar in it in an instant, and then the two turned into a streamer and flew crazy outside the array.

At the same time, the two figures that had been lurking outside the array finally moved.