Then the demon cultivator looked at Chen Yang, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly relieved.

"You think you can get the strange fire? You're dreaming. Get out of here before I get angry." The demon cultivator said coldly.

Chen Yang knew that his realm was low and it was already difficult for him to come into contact with the strange fire. Now that this demon cultivator came to snatch it, it would undoubtedly make the difficulty even greater.

But he thought that strange fire had its own consciousness. Even if the demon cultivator was powerful, it would be useless. He did not have orthodox cultivation and the strange fire might repel him, so he might not be able to swallow the strange fire successfully.

"Don't you also want to get the strange fire? It's the same for us!" Chen Yang said with a gloomy look in his eyes.

The demon cultivator's narrow eyes narrowed slightly: "Boy, what did you say?"

"It seems that you have been guarding it for some time. If you could get the strange fire, you would have gotten it long ago." Chen Yang said.

The implication is that you may not be able to get it, so why are you so arrogant!

The demon cultivator sneered, "You're just a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator. Who gave you the courage to speak to me like that? Wasn't the death of your companion tragic enough?"

When mentioning the death language, Han Xiaotian's eyes condensed into a trace of hatred.

"Okay, let me see how powerful you are!"

A small silver sword appeared in his hand in an instant, and Han Xiaotian's body was like an arrow shot from a bow.

The small silver sword shone brightly and stabbed towards the demon cultivator like a flash of lightning.

The demon cultivator snorted coldly, dodged the fierce attack with ease.

Han Xiaotian was not discouraged at all. With a flick of his wrist, the small silver sword drew a strange arc in the air and stabbed at the demon cultivator's vital point again.

A hint of impatience flashed in the demon cultivator's eyes. He raised his hand and waved it. A powerful demonic energy surged out and directly hit Han Xiaotian's silver sword.

There was a loud "bang" and Han Xiaotian was shocked and retreated repeatedly, with his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

Han Xiaotian gritted his teeth and urged his spiritual power again, and the light on the silver sword became even brighter.

He displayed a set of exquisite sword techniques, with sword shadows everywhere, attacking the demon cultivator like a violent storm.

The demon cultivator's face darkened, and he waved his hands, his magic power forming a solid barrier in front of him. Han Xiaotian's sword shadows repeatedly collided with the barrier, making bursts of piercing sounds.

The demon cultivator suddenly shouted loudly, demonic energy burst out, black smoke and dust filled the air in an instant, shattering all of Han Xiaotian's sword shadows.

Han Xiaotian was knocked back several steps again, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The demon cultivator spoke grimly, "I've been guarding this iron tower for who knows how long. The strange fire was about to appear, but you guys came and caused it to hide again. Don't you think you deserve to die? I didn't want to start a killing spree at the moment, but it seems there's no need!"

He stretched out his long palm, and his five sharp claws retracted forcefully, reaching directly for Han Xiaotian's chest.

Oh no, it’s that tiger-mouth heart-ripping trick again!

Chen Yang immediately threw the Seven Deadly Sword over, and the sharp tip of the sword pierced straight into the claws of the demon cultivator. His eyes fixed, and then he raised his hand disdainfully and flicked it with his sharp black nails.

Snap!

The demon cultivator was shocked and immediately retracted his hand.

His nails were broken.

His nails were actually broken by the sword!

The first time he saw the sword, the powerful energy fluctuations frightened him so much that his skin was cut and Zhang Huang fled.

He thought it was that person! The young man who sealed the demon god, so he panicked.

But then he thought about it and realized that this person was definitely not that person, and that sword was not the same sword from that year! He had made a mistake!

So this time, when he encountered him again, he wasn't afraid. After confirming the young man's cultivation level, he felt more at ease. When he saw the sword flying towards him, he ignored it. He thought he could definitely break the sword with one shot, but the sword was fine. His fingernail...

His nails, which had been soaked in demonic energy for years and were a hundred times sharper than swords, which could dig out a person's heart in an instant and formed a perfect match with his fingers, were broken!

It was broken by the sword!

"You, who are you? You are obviously not him!" The demon cultivator was horrified.

"Who is he?" Chen Yang asked calmly.

"Who is he?" The demon cultivator's eyes drifted away.

One hundred years ago, he followed the devil and roamed the alien world, causing bloody storms. Just when he thought that there would be a place for them, the devil cultivators, in the alien world, a sect appeared.

They didn't take a lousy sect seriously at all, but a young man appeared in that sect. He held a sword in his hand and was like a god descending from heaven in mid-air. That sword cut through the courage of the demon god and also shattered their idea that they could occupy a place in the alien continent.

"Death, you evil demon!" the young man shouted.

The wind was blowing and the clouds were moving. It was an unforgettable evening.

"You are not him!"

"I am him!" Chen Yang said calmly.

He held the sword in his arms and stroked it gently. Back then, the sword was a hundred times more powerful than it is now, and so was he. Everything was gone.

Only his spirit will not break.

"But you are only at the Foundation Establishment stage!" said the demon cultivator.

"Because I sacrificed my soul to seal the demon, my spiritual roots were destroyed and I can't practice anymore." Chen Yang remained calm.

The demon cultivator was extremely shocked and then started laughing wildly.

"Really? Then there won't be any powerful figures left in this otherworldly continent! Haha, that's great! Today I've done a great deed to avenge the Demon God!"

The black mist surged wildly, and the demon cultivator's slender eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Killing a small Foundation Establishment cultivator was a piece of cake for him. Even if the sword that cultivator was holding had some power, it was still a piece of scrap metal!

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for daring to reveal your identity!" The demon cultivator said coldly, and shouted loudly. A ball of black energy wave surged over and hit Chen Yang directly in the chest.

Swish! He drew out the Seven Deadly Swords and blocked it with all his might.

clang!

The sword and he were knocked away at the same time. He hit the wall of the iron tower, fell down, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Chen Yang!" Xue Qing and Han Xiaotian both rushed over, and Xiao Ling roared and rushed towards the demon cultivator.

The demon cultivator swung his black robe violently, and Xiao Ling's huge body flew up and landed next to Chen Yang.

"You will all die today!" the demon cultivator shouted.

Just as he was about to wave his black robe, a ball of bright light suddenly flew over and hit the demon cultivator on the cheek. He screamed and scratched his face with his hands.

A ball of golden flame burned on his face. He slapped it hard, and it took several slaps to put it out, but his cheeks were already blood red.

Chen Yang half-lay on the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and thought to himself, "Is this the strange fire?"

Ah! Although only his face was burned, he fell to the ground and kept rolling and howling. It was obvious that the burn on his face was in unbearable pain.

His low, hoarse screams echoed in the iron tower.

The demon cultivator suddenly sat up, and black smoke condensed from his palms. The black smoke attached to his cheeks, and only then did he calm down.