Ye Gucheng alone was so overwhelming that the entire Xingyun Villa could not lift its head.
But now, another killing god came, and Feng Lun's heart completely fell into the canyon.
It's hard to say how strong Song Xuan is, but judging from Ye Gucheng's attitude, he should be a top master on the same level as the Sword Master.
Even if it's not, it's probably not much different.
Facing these two top masters, does Nebula Villa still have a way to survive?
Some people in Shonai have collapsed.
Some innate warriors knelt on the ground and kowtowed and prayed, "Sir, I am willing to surrender, please spare my life..."
call out!
A sword energy lingering with red flames passed through the bodies of those innate warriors, and their bodies instantly shattered, along with the attic behind them.
Deep in the villa, two gray-haired old men walked out.
One person was wearing a black robe, tall and straight, and his whole body was cold.
The other person was wearing a fiery red gown, his whole body was exuding scorching heat, and his face was also red.
These two people had been in seclusion before. Even when everyone besieged Ye Gucheng, they had never left seclusion.
But now, at the moment when the villa is about to be wiped out, it is finally out of seclusion.
boom!
The red-robed old man held a spear that exuded the luster of flames. As he walked out, the spear was thrust out, and the terrifying energy set off bursts of sonic booms, instantly killing dozens of fleeing warriors in the village.
The old man in black robe held the sword with both hands, his face was cold and solemn, and he said indifferently: "Anyone who dares to surrender again will be killed without mercy."
The old man in red robe laughed loudly, full of fighting spirit, the spear in his hand was hot and violent, and the tip of the spear pointed at Song Xuan far away.
"Boy, is this Nebula Villa you want to destroy me?"
Song Xuan raised his eyebrows and did not respond to him. Instead, he looked at Ye Gucheng, "Do you know this guy?"
Ye Gucheng touched his chin, looked up and down at the old man in red robe, and thought: "Back then, Sanfeng Zhenren Jiazi attacked the demons, and some masters of the demon sect were lucky enough to escape.
Judging from the appearance of this old guy, he seems to be an elder from the Demon Cult. "
"A person from the Demon Cult?"
Song Xuan nodded thoughtfully, stretched out his hand sideways, and shook his hand at Song Qian.
Song Qian didn't understand what he meant, she reached out and slapped her brother, and said with a smile: "Brother, come on!"
Song Xuan rolled his eyes and pointed to a metal plaque hanging on her waist, "Give me that thing!"
"ah?"
Song Qian subconsciously touched her skirt, blinked, and then reacted and handed over the sign that recorded the iron-chewing method, one of the highest methods of the Demon Sect.
This thing was something I found from the Bodhisattva of Great Joy after she killed her. I then tied it around my waist and wanted to use it for fishing.
Unfortunately, I don’t know whether it was Master Sanfeng who killed the masters of the Demon Cult too hard back then, or whether the people in the Demon Cult were too cowardly. In these days, no one from the Demon Cult came to snatch the plaque.
This made Song Qian feel pity. After all, the demon sect was very prosperous back then, but it had a lot of good things.
After taking the iron plate, Song Xuan shook it at the red-robed old man and asked, "Old man, do you recognize this thing?"
The old man in red robe didn't pay attention at first, but after careful observation, his expression gradually turned ferocious, "Boy, where did you get this thing?"
"It seems you recognize him. He is indeed a member of the Demon Cult."
The corners of Song Xuan's mouth rose, a little happy.
When the Demon Sect was at its peak, its power once spanned several states. Although it was later suppressed by Xuanyi Wei and Sanfeng Zhenren at the same time, it has long lost its former reputation.
But even so, since this old man was once qualified to serve as the elder of the Demon Sect, he could be regarded as a small boss.
There is always something good about such a little boss, right?
Putting the iron plate away, Song Xuan said with a smile on his face: "The rules of the world are that only the winner is qualified to make conditions!"
The old man in red robe said with a ferocious smile: "I have traveled all over the world in my life, killing countless people, and my hands have been stained with countless amounts of blood!"
The spear in his hand was pointed at Song Xuan from a distance, "I know that you are very strong, but as an elder of the Demon Sect, I have spent more than ten years in seclusion studying martial arts, which is not comparable to that of ordinary masters!
Today, I will let you know what it means to respect the elderly! "
Song Xuan didn't talk to him, but just glanced at this person and Feng Lun and others.
Anyone who was swept by his gaze would subconsciously retreat, and their whole body would feel horrified, as if they were being watched by a god who had awakened from a deep sleep.
This feeling was very strange. Song Xuan obviously didn't have any aura emanating from him, but when his gaze swept across, everyone felt instinctive fear in their hearts.
It was as if there was a huge gap in the nature of life between the two parties.
This feeling of fear coming from the soul has never appeared before in strong men like Ye Gucheng.
"Pretend to be a ghost! Die for me!"
The red-robed old man's face became more and more ferocious, his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and his body rose into the sky like a flaming meteor, rushing straight towards Song Xuan.
He didn't dare to delay any longer, for fear that if he delayed any longer, the fighting spirit that finally arose would be completely suppressed by the terrible fear.
call out!
The spear in his hand was made of dark iron and reflected a dark red light. It exuded scorching fire, but also emitted a cold and cold killing intent. When the spear was thrust out, ripples appeared in the void!
"Die!"
The old man in red robe let out a long roar, and in his extreme excitement, the flames at the tip of the spear surged again, and the huge wave of fire covered the entire space where Song Xuan was.
But at this moment, a finger poked out from the flames all over the sky. The old man used the power of heaven and earth to activate the monstrous flames. They all retreated as if they encountered a natural enemy, but they were unable to attack him at all.
In the old man's unbelievable look, the slender white fingers shattered the gun light at the tip of the gun, and pointed at the tip of the gun.
The figure of the old man in red robe shook violently, and his palm suddenly released uncontrollably, and the spear flew away from his hand, streaking through the void with a red tail flame and sinking into the cliff deep in the villa!
The old man felt as if he had been struck by lightning, but Song Xuan's attack speed was too fast. Before he could react, the finger that seemed slow but was actually extremely fast, had landed on the center of his eyebrows at some unknown time.
call out!
The sound of his eyebrows being pierced sounded, and the old man felt that his consciousness began to become trance-like.
Song Xuan passed by him, and his long voice reached his ears.
"You are not weak, but unfortunately, your power happens to be completely restrained by me. Otherwise, it would really take a lot of effort to kill you!"
If you are playing with fire in front of my Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Kung Fu, which is a heaven-level technique, I can only say that you deserve your misfortune!
The fight between the two lasted only for a moment, and then there was a loud bang. The body of the old man in red robe hit the ground like a cannonball, creating a huge crater in the ground.
Song Xuan raised his hand and blew lightly on his fingers, then nodded with satisfaction.
The strength was just right. The person died but the body was completely preserved. Song Erni didn't waste time touching the body later.
