Martial Arts: Just Finished the Patrol, the Beginning is Ruthless - Chapter 115

“If the evil emperor’s relic is taken by him, how terrifying will his strength be?”

“can not imagine.”

Many people noticed the evil emperor’s relic in Wanwan’s hands, and they were all greedy.

But Xia An was in front, but no one dared to **** it.

Are you kidding me, I haven’t seen so many masters attacking together, but none of them succeeded?

Who dares to go up now?

Who wants to be this early bird?

Nobody wants to.

Everyone didn’t dare to move, but Xia An was not idle.

The long sword trembled slightly, and with a flicker of light, it landed in front of the black-clothed warrior in the middle stage of the master in an instant.

Since he dared to **** the evil emperor’s relic, he would have to pay the price.

The expression of the black-clothed warrior suddenly changed, his feet sank suddenly, and with a “bang”, the ground was torn apart.

A powerful air wave broke out in all directions with him in place.

The wind of the palm was sharp, like a bear’s paw, full of power, and he slapped Xia An heavily.

laugh!

The snow-white sword light flashed.

Before everyone saw Xia An’s movements clearly, they saw a white shadow passing by.

A stagger, and the next moment, Xia An appeared behind the black-clothed warrior.

On the blade of the sword, the cold light flickered slightly, and under the sunlight, it reflected a frightening light.

A touch of scarlet emerged from the brows of the warrior in black.

Then zoom in quickly.

At the same time, the light in his eyes also dimmed.

The whole life is devoid of vitality.

There was no sloppiness, just such a clean and sharp sword, and a grandmaster was killed.

“This… 々~…”

The crowd was in an uproar immediately, and everyone was watching this scene with fear in their eyes.

They had heard that Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, was killed by Xia An with a sword.

But after seeing it today, I realized just how terrifying this killing power was.

A master in the mid-stage of a grand master couldn’t even sustain a single move.

He even killed Xia An on the spot without even touching the corner of his clothes.

Wan Wan looked at Xia An’s figure, the admiration and appreciation in her eyes was already overflowing.

As a member of the Demon Sect, she naturally highly respects the strong.

Of course, above the rivers and lakes, there are many strong people.

There are not a few who are stronger than Wanwan.

But this does not mean that as long as the martial arts are higher than his, she can get her admiration.

Because in Wanwan’s view, most people just have the advantage of their age, and she is sure to surpass them in a few days.

But what about Xia An?

The age is estimated to be similar to her own, but this strength is beyond Wanwan’s reach.

What is a real strong man?

that’s.

Wanwan bit her red lips lightly, feeling that she couldn’t hold back her throbbing.

On the other side, Shi Feixuan also looked at Xia An with a surprised expression. Similarly, she also admired the latter’s strength.

But at the same time, the regret in my heart is even worse.

Such a young and talented man is deeply trapped in the gentleness of the witch.

The better Xia An performed.

Shi Feixuan felt more and more pity.

“However, this person has a good reputation in the Jianghu, so he just went astray if he thinks about it.”

“If you can get back on track, it will be a great blessing for Zhengdao.”

Concubine Shi Xuan’s beautiful eyes flickered, and she began to think secretly.

What is the reason why Xia An went astray?

It seems to be beautiful.

Shi Feixuan glanced at Wanwan again.

Undoubtedly, regardless of her position, even though she is also a woman, she has to admit that Wanwan is indeed a natural talent.

Under the sun, almost no man can resist her charm.

In particular, judging from the rumors, Xia An has always been romantic and has many beautiful family members.

But in terms of looks…

I’m not bad either!

She Wanwan can lead Xia An into the evil way, but I can’t bring him back to the right track?

Compared with Wanwan, where is my difference?

Suddenly, such a thought flashed through Shi Feixuan’s mind.

But then I was shocked, why would I think of this inexplicably?

He quickly threw this dangerous thought out of his mind.

Move your eyes away and continue to pay attention to the situation on the field.

But some thoughts are like poison, once they breed.

Then it won’t go away.

Maybe it’s competitive, maybe it’s just random thinking.

But no matter what, let Shi Feixuan force herself not to think about things.

In my mind, there always seems to be a villain hiding, and it will pop out inadvertently.

“`~Run!”

At the same time, a loud shout sounded.

The rest of the people who attacked Xia An immediately made a decision and fled in all directions.

Even the master is dead, and with their strength, it is even more impossible to resist.

“Can you run?”

Xia An still looked calm.

But his figure was as swift as the wind, just in the blink of an eye, the white clothes flickered, and he fell between the nearby big man.

Hand up, sword down.

A sword head!

In the blink of an eye, another innate master died.

But this is just the beginning.

The speed so close to the horizon is so fast that it is suffocating.

Even though more than a dozen people fled in different directions, they would be caught up by Xia An in a short while.

The figure kept flickering, and the rolling heads fell to the ground.

This was a massacre whose outcome was already doomed.

As long as they chose to strike before, no one could escape, and they all died under Xia An’s sword.

Looking at the thin figure of Shengxue in white clothes standing standing holding the sword.

All the people present were terrified.

This indifferent young man with outstanding temperament is not at all as gentle and elegant as he appears on the surface.

It’s like killing a star and descending to earth, which is frightening.

Killing a person in ten steps will never stop a thousand miles away! .

Chapter 158: Demon Commander Zhao Deyan

The blood flowed slowly, seeping into the thick black earth.

There was silence.

At this moment, no matter whether it was a member of the Demon Sect or a decent person, they all stared at Xia An in a daze, without saying a word.

I’m afraid that he will be red-eyed.

Fortunately, that situation did not arise.

Xia An looked around slowly, his eyes were calm, but with an invisible threat.

He said lightly: “The evil emperor’s relic is indeed in my hands, if there is someone who wants to grab it, now is the time.”

“I’m in a hurry.”

There was silence, no one answered.

Xia An picked it up with one finger, and the light steel sword was naturally sheathed as if it had life.

Then he walked to the nearest corpse and began to feel the corpse.

“Xia Catching God is quite awe-inspiring.”

At this moment, a powerful voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw not far away, a group of men in black walking fast.

The leader is a majestic middle-aged man with a spear in hand.

“This is Zhao Deyan, the Demon Commander of the Demon Sect, right?”

“No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. It seems that the comer is not kind.”

“The Demon Sect has coveted the Evil Emperor’s relic for a long time, so it is reasonable for Zhao Deyan to come to Duke Yang’s treasury.”

“It seems that there is a good show to watch, most likely it will be a fight between dragons and tigers.”

“There are so many people coming to the Demon Sect, can Xia An handle it alone?”

“It’s hard to say, after all, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and Zhao Deyan, after all, the top master of the Demon Sect, may not be inferior to Xia An in terms of strength alone.”

“Too.”

The onlookers, while whispering, could not help but give way.

This group of people, they also can’t afford to offend.

Zhao Deyan of the Demon Sect is one of the eight masters of the Demon Sect, and his strength is superior.

Apart from the evil king Shi Zhixuan and the Queen of Yin Zhu Yuyan, he is the strongest.

“Xia Chushen, this holy relic is my sacred relic, please return it to Zhao.”

Zhao Deyan was holding a spear in one hand and holding his back in the other, full of arrogance.

Even if he saw Xia An kill more than a dozen masters, he didn’t care.