Chapter 280: Yanyang City Crisis

It was not only Senior Brother Luo who felt the threat of death. There were thirty disciples of the Shenxuan Sect. Except Mu Lei was relatively calm, the other ones showed panic on their faces.

Two disciples from the early stage of Divine Condensation tried to escape, but just after stepping less than a hundred meters, they were killed by several Rakshasa on the spot. Feeling the strong smell of blood in the air, the bloodthirsty light in the eyes of these twenty Rakshasa in the Divine Condensation stage became even stronger, and they screamed excitedly, and their attack power couldn't help but increase a little.

Oh!

Senior Brother Luo finally accidentally caught the opportunity by the little leader of Luoshasha. His sharp iron claws suddenly turned into his head, and his head turned into flesh and blood.

The little leader of Rakshasa put his iron claws into his mouth, licked the blood, revealing his enjoyment.

Ah ~!

Such a bloody scene immediately made several disciples whose mental state had reached their limit scream, their whole body began to tremble, and they actually stopped attacking.

Puchi! Puchi!

Rakshasa will not show mercy at all. It doesn’t matter if you are an old, weak, disabled woman, and a man, a woman, a young and aged. As long as you are flesh and blood, they are all the targets of their massacre. You won’t show mercy because you don’t resist.

In a short while, the number of disciples of Shenxuan Sect decreased by a few more times.

Mu Liling's face was also a little pale, but deep in Luo Feng's mouth, he had experienced the scene of hundreds of tribesmen being killed, and his expression was still calm.

As for Mu Lei, he ignored whether the other party was a Rakshasa clan or not. His face was rosy, and his eyes were endless fighting spirit rushing. The power of thunder and lightning in his hands hit the two Rakshasa.

Among the entire team, only Mu Lei killed Rakshasa.

Mu Lei's performance naturally aroused the idea of ​​the little leader of Rakshasa. The bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand and immediately rushed towards Mu Lei.

Bang!

Although the wooden thunder is powerful and practicing one of the thunder, it is very powerful, but the Rakshasa clan originally enjoys killing, and there was also a difference between the two small realms. When the head-on collision occurred, he immediately suffered a small loss and bloodshots flowed out.

Seeing the blood at the corner of Mu Lei's mouth, the little leader of Rakshasa became even more excited, roared, and rushed down again.

The endless claw shadows, the abyss demonic energy that corrodes the Yuan power, and the cultivation level of two small realms at high places immediately made the wooden thunder suppressed everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the two collided more than ten times. Mu Lei recovered his serious injuries and half-kneeled on the ground, but he could no longer stand up.

"Die!"

A trace of blood flashed in the eyes of the little leader of Rakshasa, and his iron claws swung down immediately, with the power of thunder, feeling the threat of death. Mu Lei was not afraid at all, but just a little regretful.

Slowly, Mu Lei closed his eyes, but sighed in his heart that this Rakshasa clan is worthy of being the Rakshasa clan. It can panic the entire continent, which is far from comparable to those of the young monks who have just started.

After staying in Shenxuan Sect for ten years, Mu Lei has a relatively rough understanding of the continent. The Divine Condensation Period is indeed the overlord in Yanyang City. Even now, it is still the case. However, for the entire continent, it is so weak that it cannot be weaker. It is completely a cannon fodder-level existence.

Bang!

The feeling of death as I imagined was hungry, but there was a loud bang. She only felt a warm and viscous liquid dripping on her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw a sword light on her forehead that was extremely powerful just now, and her blood was low.

Bang!

As his body fell, a piece of dust rose, Mu Lei immediately saw the person he wanted to surpass in his life - Fang Chen!

"Fang Chen..." Mu Lei shouted slightly, but found that he had been seriously injured, and even if he spoke, he would involve his wounds.

Fang Chen looked at Mu Lei lightly and suddenly turned around. The boundless sword light burst out from the body, and the powerful Yuanli storm swept across the audience directly.

Bang bang bang bang!

The pressure that belongs to the peak of Guiyi is not something that the monk Shenning can bear? All the disciples of Shenxuan Sect fell to the ground, with a look called fear in their eyes.

Not only these disciples of the Shenxuan Sect, but even those Rakshasa knelt down one by one and looked at Fang Chen tyrannically.

"this……"

Mu Lei looked at Fang Chen in disbelief. He remembered that even the master of Shenxuan Sect and the powerful man with the highest heavenly elixir were not as powerful as this.

"Could it be... he has broken through the Tiandan and reached the legendary realm?" Mu Lei took a deep breath and looked at Fang Chen, not knowing what it felt in his heart.

His life goal was to surpass Fang Chen, but now the latter seems to have reached a height that he can never reach.

"kill!"

A low shout was spitting out from Fang Chen's mouth, pinching his fingers into a sword, and countless sword lights radiated across the body of all Rakshasa!

More than a dozen Rakshasa corpses fell down, and a small piece of dust was raised.

The Rakshasa, who made the disciples of Shenxuan Sect desperate, could not have one move in Fang Chen's hands.

"This...thank you for helping me!"

Not everyone knows Fang Chen. The woman from the third team is not knowing Fang Chen, but she is also very human. She just came back to her senses after a while and gave a deep salute to Fang Chen. Her eyes were filled with a slight wave of light, revealing admiration.

"Yeah, you're welcome." Fang Chen nodded lightly, bounced his fingers and a pill flew into Mu Lei's mouth.

Fang Chen still admires Mu Lei very much. He is an absolute combat genius. Although he is usually very dull, he is not inferior to anyone when it comes to fighting.

The grasp of the rhythm of the battle is almost enough to catch up with Fang Chen.

Mu Liling also noticed Fang Chen, and a complicated look flashed in his beautiful eyes. He wanted to stand up and speak several times, but in the end he couldn't muster up the courage.

"Haha...you're okay."

Seeing Mu Liling, a smile appeared on Fang Chen's face. He still remembered the girl who had stared at him. But a few years later, the girl also grew into a beautiful woman.

Seeing Fang Chen actually coming over with a smile, Mu Liling's face turned slightly red, his eyes were a little excited, and his heart was warm.

The woman from the third team looked at Mu Liling with a little jealousy. She glared at Mu Liling fiercely and immediately sat aside to adjust her breathing.

At this time, the ten disciples of the Shenxuan Sect who still survived also came to their senses, but there was a hint of fear on their faces and eyes, but they still stood up and thanked Fang Chen for his life-saving grace.

"Senior, are you Fang Chen, the brother of Deputy Parliament Master Mo?"

A disciple of Shenxuan Sect showed confusion in his eyes and asked boldly.

"Do you know me?"

"No...no... I have that honor. I only saw you from afar at the wedding of Deputy Palm Master Mo, and received a pill from you, that I was able to advance from the early stage of Shencondensation to the middle stage of Shencondensation." Hearing Fang Chen's admission, the disciple was immediately excited and there was a sense of pride in his eyes.

"Senior brother of Sect Mo!"

Everyone heard the conversation of this disciple, and their eyes looked at Fang Chen suddenly became different. Mo Jian is a rookie of Shenxuan Sect and has great power. If nothing unexpected happens, he is the next master of Shenxuan Sect.

For a moment, the original gratitude and awe immediately became a little flattering, especially the female disciple of the third team, who bravely stood in front of Fang Chen. If the next brother of the Palm Master said a good thing in front of Mo Jian, they would have benefited a lot!

However, Fang Chen just smiled faintly, neither rude nor close to him, which made everyone very disappointed, especially the woman.

"How did you meet Rakshasa?" Fang Chen asked with Mu Liling.

However, he felt a kind of intimacy in his heart for this woman, as if he had returned to his life in Yanyang City.

When I heard Fang Chen's words, there was no need for Mu Liling to say that someone had already said it.

Shenxuan Sect received a message a day ago that Rakshasa was approaching Yanyang City. They were sent by Shenxuan Sect to Yanyang City for support, but they encountered a pair of Rakshasa on the way, and chased and fought all the way, and arrived here.

After hearing these people's stories, Fang Chen had to admire the luck of these people. Rakshasa had the cultivation level of the Divine Condensation Stage as soon as he was born. Ordinary teams had the Jade Liquid Rakshasa. Unexpectedly, they encountered the Rakshasa team that had the highest peak of the Divine Condensation Stage.

However, Fang Chen didn't know that this pair of Rakshasa was originally in charge of Jade Liquid Rakshasa, but these Rakshasa in Jade Liquid suddenly discovered a major thing, so they left.

"Well, since that's the case, I'll go to Yanyang City with you." Fang Chen said after pondering for a while, but his face was full of justice.

Puchi!

Suddenly, Li Yuxun, who was in the Nine Palaces God Tower, couldn't help laughing. Others didn't know, but she knew that Fang Chen didn't know the way to Yanyang City, so she chose to walk with these people.

Fang Chen rarely cut off the mental connection with the Nine Palace Divine Tower, and naturally noticed Li Yuxun's smile, but his expression was as usual, as if he had not heard it.

Of course, Li Yuxun knew that these disciples of the Shenxuan Sect didn't know what Fang Chen had in mind, and thought that Fang Chen wanted to protect them. He was immediately overjoyed and all showed gratitude.

...

Yanyang City.

Because of Fang Chen and Mo Jian, Yanyang City has become very prosperous. Although it cannot catch up with big cities like Tianluo City, it has been several times more prosperous than ten years ago.

However, Yanyang City is extremely desolate at this moment. There are no merchants emerging, no personnel moving, only a pair of full armored city guards, full of a solemn atmosphere.

Outside the mine-sized city wall of Yanyang City, there were hundreds of people wearing dark red armor standing, surrounded by a violent aura, and the cultivation level of these people was at least in the Jade Liquid Stage.

There were many city guards wearing armor and crossbow standing on the city wall. There were more than ten people standing in front of these city guards. These people all had a faint aura of superiors, all of whom were the top leaders of Yanyang City.

Bai Yumeng, Old Master Wu, Old Master Mu, Head of the Tie Family... etc., this is a huge force, so huge that even a Jade Liquid monk can kill him.

But at this moment, the faces of these people were extremely cautious and looked ahead in horror.

"Xiao Jian, who are these people? Why do they surround our Yanyang City?" Bai Yumeng asked a young man in a black robe on the side. It was Mo Jian.

However, Mo Jian’s cultivation level is already at the peak of Jade Liquid.

Although Bai Yumeng has a low cultivation level, he is very smart and knows that if he wants to develop the Jiuyang Martial Arts Club, he must have a strong background.

The Shenxuan Sect is a good choice. Only when Mo Jian has a higher status in the Shenxuan Sect and his higher cultivation level is, the Nine Yang Martial Arts Hall will be guaranteed. I think most of the resources left by Nei Fang Chen are supplied to Mo Jian and never lose money.

Mo Jian was also very successful. In just one year, he actually reached the peak of Jade Liquid. Although he had not entered the Tiandan stage, he had a divine sword in his hand, which was sealed with a divine sword technique. Even the real person at the peak of Tiandan, he was not without the power of a battle.

However, at this moment, Mo Jian's face was a little solemn. He looked at the figures wearing blood-colored armor and seriously told the origin of these figures.

"Rakshasa!"

"Rakshasa?"

This is a fresh word. No one knows what Rakshasa is in a remote city like Yanyang City.
To be continued...