Chapter 138: The king is coming (fourth!)

"dead!"
Yan Zhongyuan changed his figure, took a knife in his hand, and swiftly slashed towards Demon Shisan.
"It's despicable and shameless to send a warrior of at least the eighth level to fight with the seventh level of the Yan family!"
"Hmph, the guy who is looking for death, the Yan family will never let them go!"
When the crowd around saw Yan Zhongyuan's hands, they looked over coldly.
Although the middle-aged Yan family was shocked by the magic thirteen second killing, he was looking for death, hiding his true strength.
When Wang Xian saw Yan Zhongyuan act, he smiled and said nothing.
"Dare to provoke our king, you all have to die today!"
Mo Shisan looked at Yan Zhongyuan, a trace of magic flame rising from his body, his body moved, his five fingers forming claws.
Vaguely able to see the faint scales appearing in the hands of Demon Thirteen.
Dragon scales!
"court death!"
Yan Zhongyuan waved the long knife in his hand and saw Mo Shisan actually greeted him with his claws, his face was cold, and the blade flashed, and he cut it off.
"bump!"
However, what frightened Yan Zhongyuan was that his long knife was caught directly, and there were cracks on the long knife.
"Roar!"
Mo Thirteen let out a low roar, and his right hand attacked heavily.
Yan Zhongyuan's face changed drastically, and he quickly resisted with his arms!
"Crack!"
However, the sound of a broken arm came, and a trace of panic flashed in Yan Zhongyuan's eyes.
"Bumpy."
Mo Thirteen clenched his claws into a fist, and five consecutive punches fell on Yan Zhongyuan's dantian and limbs.
After ten moves, Yan Zhongyuan fell to the ground.
"Warrior Level Nine!"
The surrounding crowd opened their eyes wide and exclaimed at Mo Shisan.
This is definitely a ninth martial artist, otherwise how could it easily defeat Yan Zhongyuan.
Yan Zhongyuan is also a very strong presence in the eighth rank of martial artist.
"bump!"
"Well, you dare to tease our Yan family, you are completely offending me!"
At the front desk, Yan Gukong saw that Yan Zhongyuan had been abandoned, and the leading crutches in his hand fell heavily on the ground, with a strong momentum exuding.
His eyes were full of murderous stare at Wang Xian.
"Today I decided to prevent you from stepping out of Yan's door."
Yan Feng took out his soft sword, which was like a snake, exuding a biting edge, and pointed directly at Wang Xian.
"I'm here to destroy him!"
Yan Gulie next to Yan Gukong walked down slowly with a gloomy face, staring at Mo XIII!
"I am indeed a martial artist of the seventh level!"
Mo Thirteen grinned and looked at him sorrowfully.
"Moyuan, level 9 martial artist!"
At this moment, behind Wang Xian, Mo Wudao's apprentice, Mo Yuan walked out slowly, scanning the surroundings with a sneer on his face.
Mo Thirteen bowed towards Mo Yuan and left.
Mo Yuan nodded, staring at Yan Gulie.
Yan Gulie's cold expression changed slightly, and everyone around him was stunned.
Everyone is concentrated on the body of Demon Abyss.
"No...No, this Demon Abyss seems to be obviously much stronger than the Demon Thirteen. Demon Thirteen claims to be a seventh-level martial artist, but easily crushes the eighth-level martial artist. This is another ninth-level martial artist who claims to be A more powerful Demon Abyss!"
"How strong are these people?"
The surrounding warriors looked at Moyuan with a bit of astonishment on their faces. They put away the contempt in their hearts and looked at this group of people seriously.
Yan Gukong of the Yan family also slightly squinted his eyes, holding the faucet cane tightly in his palm, and suddenly had a bad feeling.
Yan Feng's face also slowly changed. He looked at Mo Yuan, and his eyes swept towards the crowd behind Wang Xian.
"Pretend to be a fool!"
Yan Gulie's complexion changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and leaped directly towards the Demon Abyss.
"You can not!"
Mo Yuan looked at Yan Gulie indifferently, his face full of contempt.
"Go to hell!"
Yan Gulie's palms were red and glowing, and he attacked towards the head of Demon Abyss.
"Dragon Claw!"
Mo Yuan's expression remained unchanged. When Yan Gulie's attack came, he grabbed his five fingers and tore away directly.
"what!"
Panic and screams came, Moyuan easily grabbed Yan Gulie's arm, his eyes were full of disdain: "You are too weak, change one!"
"boom!"
Yan Gulie flew out and fell heavily in front of Yan Gukong, vomiting blood.
"Second kill, how is this possible..."
"He can't be a ninth martial artist at all, absolutely impossible, at least half-step innate!"
"Half-step congenital, is he really half-step congenital!"
"Who is that young man? How could he bring such a powerful existence!"
Shocked, everyone was very shocked.
No one thought that that young man would bring such a terrifying person.
Now, what will the Yan family do!
However, the warriors and clan who had pleased the Yan family and scolded them earlier turned pale.
They couldn't think of how powerful the man came.
The faces of the Yan family gradually became serious, and even the arrogant expression of Yan Gukong just now reduced.
Yan Feng also put away his arrogant and arrogant expression, staring at Wang Xian with blinking eyes.
"Haha, go on!" Wang Xian looked at everyone, and said lightly toward Moyuan.
"Yes!"
Mo Yuan nodded, and looked at Yan Gukong in the center: "Only you can be my opponent!"
Yan Gukong's expression instantly turned embarrassed, and he was shaking a little while holding the crutch in his hand.
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I don't know which force you are from!"
"Longmen!" Mo Yuan said lightly.
"Longmen? What hate do we have, if you continue to fight, you will not be pleased!" Yan Gukong stared at Mo Yuan and said.
"Because you provoke our Dragon King, naturally you will be destroyed!"
Mo Yuan grinned: "As for us to please, you Yan family, you are not qualified yet, you are a lot of nonsense!"
As Mo Yuan said, his body moved, his body turned with devilish energy, and he directly attacked Yan Gukong.
"war!"
Yan Gukong's face changed drastically, and the opponent was too strong.
"Retreat, retreat, half-step battle of the innate strong, spread to a large area!"
The Patriarch of the Ren family saw this scene and quickly retreated towards the surroundings.
All the martial artists of the aristocratic family hurriedly dispersed around, they watched this scene in horror.
I originally thought that the king of the Yan family would return today and suppress everything, but he did not expect that a young man would lead such a terrifying strong man over to directly confront the Yan family's half-step innate.
"Father, that... that old man, should be more powerful than this Demon Abyss!"
Ren Jia, Ren Zhian watched this scene dumbfounded. He looked at the old man behind Wang Xian, thinking of what happened that night, and couldn't help speaking to his father.
The Patriarch of the Ren family was taken aback for a moment and looked at the old man standing in front of fifty people.
The old man has been smiling faintly, without paying attention to the battle here.
"Zhi'an, are you sure!" Patriarch Ren's body trembled a little.
"OK!" Ren Zhian nodded heavily.
"Xiantian!" A trace of panic appeared in the eyes of Patriarch Ren!