Chapter 1862 I'll Give You This Chance!

"Boss, I'll go with you!"

Duan Tianliang said immediately: "Although my cultivation level is not high, after all, I have stayed in Fengxueling for many years, and I am also a person from Fengxueling!"

This time, Duan Tianliang did not choose to back down.

"Brother Su, our Mieyang Village is here. We have been sheltered by you for so many years. Today we can't just sit back and ignore it. I will bring someone with you!"

Yue Hao also stood up.

But before he finished speaking, Su Zimo jumped up, his whole body turned into a golden light, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached the distant horizon!

Incredibly fast!

The situation facing Fengxueling seemed to be in a crisis, and Su Zimo did not dare to delay.

If they go with Yue Hao and others, when they arrive at Fengxueling, it may be too late.

And Su Zimo directly broke out the magical powers such as the Heavenly Foot Pass and the Vertical Golden Light, and once again released the innate magical powers, a pair of golden wings grew behind him, and they fluttered and flew for a thousand miles!

Yue Hao and others were startled.

With this level of movement speed, it is no wonder that Liu Tong returned without success.

Yue Hao suddenly asked, "Did you pay attention to Brother Su's cultivation realm just now?"

"I did not see."

Shen Fei shook his head and said, "It's only been fifty years, so what can change, it's still the fifth level of the Xuanyuan realm."

When you reach the upper realm, the improvement of your cultivation base is measured in thousand years or ten thousand years.

For everyone, fifty years just passed by in a flash, and there is almost no feeling.

For example, Yue Hao and others, although they have sufficient cultivation resources, their cultivation realm has not changed in the past fifty years.

"Brother Su seems to be a sixth-order Xuanxian!"

Yue Hao said slowly.

"what!"

Everyone was shocked.

In just fifty years, Su Zimo actually broke through again and reached the sixth level of the Xuanyuan realm?

This kind of cultivation speed is too terrifying and unbelievable!

Yue Hao shook his head and said, "Maybe I misread it. Brother Su fled away just after he left the customs. I didn't investigate it carefully."

"Brother, are you delusional?"

Shen Fei said with a smile: "Fifty years, to upgrade from the fifth level of the Xuanyuan realm to the sixth level is too far-fetched, even a reincarnated immortal can't reach it."

"not necessarily."

Duan Tianliang said: "Others can't do it, the boss can definitely do it!"

"Wang!"

Da Huang also nodded.

They know more about Su Zimo than Yue Hao and others.

They know very well that the strangeness of Su Zimo's body is beyond the common sense.

"Brother, no matter what, let's go to Fengxueling as soon as possible to help!"

Gu Wenjun said.

Yue Hao nodded and said, "It's not too late, let's go now!"

...

Snow Mountain.

The flames of war are raging, there are many figures, killings are everywhere, and blood splashes!

Wails, roars, and calls for help were intertwined, like a bloody Shura field!

It's not a fight, it's more like a slaughter!

Blood Sun Valley's massacre on Fengxue Ridge!

Although Fengxueling had nearly 10,000 people, it was considered a small force, but most of them were first- and second-order Xuanxian medicinal farmers.

The guards of Fengxueling are only more than a thousand people.

Even these guards, most of them are only third-order options, and the number of fourth-order mysterious immortals is very small.

And this time in Xueyang Valley, Chen Xuanyang personally led a whole army of 20,000 people, three guardians of the seventh-order Xuanxian!

In the blood sun valley army, the lowest cultivation base is the fourth-order Xuanxian, the fifth-order Xuanxian, and there are many sixth-order Xuanxian among them.

No matter the number of people or the overall strength, Fengxueling is far worse!

Among the 20,000 troops, only half of the monks in Xueyang Valley took action, and the remaining 10,000 troops surrounded Fengxueling!

Even though many Fengxueling cultivators had long since collapsed and fled in all directions, they could not escape at all!

Inside Fengxue Ridge, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed into rivers.

The fairy grass in the spiritual field has been trampled and withered, and fell into the river of blood.

A one-armed man dressed in silver-white armor, riding a tall horse, stood in front of the army formation in Blood Sun Valley, looking at this scene with excitement, his eyes showed a ferocious and bloody light!

This person is the Young Master of Xueyang Valley, Chen Xuanyang!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Chen Xuanyang grinned and shouted excitedly: "Except that bitch Xia Qingying, everyone else will be killed for me, no chickens and dogs!"

Wei Shan, one of the guardians of Xueyang Valley, frowned slightly and said softly, "Young Master, if there is a cultivator willing to submit to my Xueyang Valley, it would be better to leave him alive."

"Do not stay!"

Chen Xuanyang waved his hand and said coldly: "Kill them all! Only in this way can you stand up and make the forces in this area clear, what is the fate of the disobedient Blood Sun Valley!"

Wei Shan sighed in his heart and stopped persuading.

Fifty years ago, Chen Xuanyang returned from a disastrous defeat in the 100,000-strong mountain. After breaking his arm, his behavior has changed a lot, and his temperament has become eccentric.

Before that, although Chen Xuanyang was ruthless, on the surface, he would still pretend to be a modest gentleman.

After breaking his arm, he has not concealed his heart at all, tearing off the mask of disguise, revealing a hideous face!

If it was before, Chen Xuanyang would never have done what he did today in order to maintain his image.

But now, for his own purpose, he can do whatever he can!

Inside the Snow Mountain.

Xia Qingying was covered in blood, holding her father's body in her arms, tears poured down like rain, and she was extremely sad.

At this moment, she felt a sense of despair, and even wanted to cut herself off and follow her father.

During this period, many monks from Xueyang Valley passed by her, but none of them hurt her life.

She knew that this must be Chen Xuanyang's order.

Hearing the cry of the monk Fengxueling, Xia Qingying took a deep breath and seemed to have made a decision. She wiped the tears off her face indiscriminately, her eyes determined.

She put down her father's corpse and shouted in the direction of the Xueyang Valley army: "Chen Xuanyang, you ordered to stop and let the others go. I, Xia Qingying, let you deal with it and promise all your requests!"

"Miss, no way!"

In the pool of blood, one person was covered in bruises, and it was Lao Yan who wanted to struggle to stand up.

A Xueyang Valley cultivator rushed over with an iron cavalry, and in the laughter, he slammed into Lao Yan's body heavily, and the sound of bone cracking sounded!

Lao Yan rolled out a dozen feet and fell into a pool of blood, coughing up blood, his eyes were dim, and his breath of life was weak!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Chen Xuanyang laughed and said: "Bitch, you are begging for mercy now, it is too late! I will kill all the creatures in Fengxueling, and you are also mine!"

Xia Qingying clenched her fists tightly, trembling all over her body, tears in her eyes, trying hard not to let her tears flow out.

"Chen Xuanyang!"

Xia Qingying said loudly: "You are a coward! You have had your arm cut off, and you will never recover in this life! You will never be better than him!"

This sentence directly hit Chen Xuanyang's sore spot.

His face turned gloomy in an instant, remembering the past, gritted his teeth with hatred, his expression was resentful, and his facial features became a little distorted!

"Bitch, I tell you!"

Chen Xuanyang said coldly: "That Su Zimo has offended several major forces in Longyuan City, and he doesn't dare to show up at all! If he dares to show up, I, Chen Xuanyang, will avenge my broken arm, and I will be ashamed!"

"Chen Xuanyang, I'll give you this chance!"

At this moment, a loud shout came from the distant horizon, like a thunderous thunder, rolling in, containing endless anger and murderous intent!