Chapter 1164

"Qingcheng, Qingcheng, wait. I'll save you now." Yang Xuan shouted, and his strength grew again.

In mid air, black smoke looked at Yang Xuan with a look of surprise. On the ground, the people who were lifting up Yu Qingcheng and applying magic to treat Yu Qingcheng also raised their heads and looked at Yang Xuan in the air. Their eyes were full of shock.

Yang Xuan's breath began to change and seemed to be completing some transformation. The breath after the change is far from the original Yang Xuan, but the strength of Yang Xuan before and after this is a world apart.

The strong breath gushed out of Yang Xuan's body. Not only the Dragon didn't break the three people, but also the black smoke in mid air.

"It's strange that he should have no hidden strength. Why did this change happen?" Black smoke murmured and waved fiercely. Yang Xuan had fallen into his hands. A bloody mouth suddenly appeared on the black smoke, and in the mouth like a monster, it was full of sharp fangs.

Seeing the tusks in the black cigarette holder, Yang Xuan couldn't help feeling a burst of cold. If he is bitten by black smoke, even if he doesn't die, he may become a wasp's nest.

But the expression on Yang Xuan's face was not worried, because he could detect that a familiar breath was appearing in his body.

"Elder, are you here?" Yang Xuan whispered in a relieved tone. Then he sighed and said, "next, I'll give it to you."

"I don't know what to say, sir. The relationship between the two of us. You call me sir, which makes me feel very uncomfortable." Yang Xuan muttered to himself. Catching Yang Xuan's black smoke, he couldn't help looking at Yang Xuan more and asked strangely, "Hey, smelly boy, what are you muttering? Are you comforting yourself by talking to yourself?"

The voice of black smoke just fell, but his eyes were full of shock. At this time, Yang Xuan's eyes were full of red, and even his hair turned red. There was a faint smile on his face. Although his appearance had not changed at all, no one believed that it was Yang Xuan before.

"Hum, I'm just the weakest devil miscellaneous soldier. Do you dare to talk here?" Yang Xuan disdained and said that there was a murderous spirit with his voice.

The murderous spirit shrouded the whole priest's temple. People on the ground immediately felt that a sea of corpses appeared in front of them, and even their footsteps became a little sticky.

"Well... How could he be so murderous when he was young?" Shen Changyang suddenly exclaimed: "with this murderous spirit, at least hundreds of thousands of people died under his hands. Where did he kill so many people?"

"Yes, and just because of this murderous spirit, his strength must not be weak with me. Why didn't I find it before? Does he always hide his strength?" It's strange that the Dragon doesn't break.

At the same time, Yang Xuan, who was caught by black smoke, made a sudden effort with his arms, and broke the black gas that bound him. He waved and the black dragon horn on the ground fell back into his hands.

Yang Xuan broke away from the black smoke, suspended in the air, took a look at the black dragon horn in his hand and said, "it's really a sword made by the Dragon horn. If it's well refined, it's also a good weapon. Who made the sword and made the Dragon horn like this? It's really a monster."

Black smoke immediately felt that he didn't have any face. He couldn't help shouting to Yang Xuan: "bastard, you dare to be so leisurely in front of this demon. Don't you pay attention to me?"

When Yang Xuan heard the speech, he raised his head and looked at the black smoke with a flash in his eyes. Black smoke noticed Yang Xuan's eyes and thought Yang Xuan was going to fight him. He suddenly became vigilant.

Yang Xuan's footsteps suddenly moved, and the fast only left a residual shadow in the air. Again, Yang Xuan has come to the side of black smoke. With a wave of the black dragon horn in his hand, he grabbed Xiaobai's hand and was cut off by Yang Xuan.

Caught off guard, Xiaobai falls to the ground. But Yang Xuan's reaction was also very fast. He grabbed Xiaobai's paw, held her in his arms and asked, "are you okay?"

"It's all right. You're not Yang Xuan. Who are you?" Xiaobai shook his tail and looked at Yang Xuan warily.

"I am Yang Xuan, but I have another name, called Roga." With a faint smile, Yang Xuan looked at the broken corner of Xiaobai and asked, "what's the matter with you?"

"Hurt." Xiaobai said, looked at Yang Xuan, grinned and asked excitedly, "your name is really Roga?"

"That's right." Yang Xuan nodded.

"OK, I see."

"Then go down first and be careful." Yang Xuan said and opened the little white pine. Xiaobai really listened to Yang Xuan and flew to the ground.

At this time, Yang Xuan, who should be called Roga, turned to look at black smoke. The expression on his face became ferocious and terrible for a moment: "people of the demon family, didn't I kill you back then?"

"Who are you?" Black smoke's eyes became suspicious and seemed to hesitate.

Roga did not answer black smoke's question, but flashed in front of black smoke. He didn't insert black smoke with his sword hand. It seemed that he grabbed something and pulled it violently.

A figure was pulled out of the black smoke by Roga. It was a huge fat man. The fat man's face still had a look of panic. He was only wearing a ragged, greasy pants, a belt made of animal tendons and a round axe.

The fat man was grabbed by Roga's belt. He struggled to get out of Roga's control. But Roga's strength is extremely great. With his weight, he struggled so violently in mid air that Roga's body was motionless.

The fat man was in a hurry. He stretched out his hand to break his belt, then grabbed the handle of the round axe and split at Roga. Roga pressed one hand on the wrist of the fat man holding the round axe, and the black dragon sword moved on the other hand. The blade was bloody red and split towards the fat man's neck.

With a wave of the round axe in the fat man's hand, the circular axe flew out of his hand and circled to Roga's sword arm. Roga could not help but frown slightly, and made a sudden force on her hand. He threw the fat man in the direction of the round axe.

But the fat man's eyes were also vicious, and he grabbed the handle of the round axe. The round axe fell back into his hands, but similarly, Roga had kicked the fat man.

The fat man flew towards the ground in mid air. Roga followed him, cut out a red sword and followed the fat man.

The contact between Jianmang and the fat man was like cutting tofu, opening a hole in his round belly like a ball, just like a scarlet mouth, which looked particularly frightening.