There has never been love and hate in the world for no reason, what is this competition between Yan Huang and immortal cultivators for?

Competing interests?

And what is the relationship between the Yanhuang Kingdom and the immortal cultivators?

Song Yan felt that the relationship between Yan Huangguo and the immortal cultivators should not be too good, and it could be seen from the tone and demeanor of the two immortal cultivators and their actions that this group of immortal cultivators not only considered themselves superior, but also had great hostility towards Song Yan and them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"In the second game, Xianmen won. ”

Han Song announced with a heavy heart that in the two battles, Yan and Huang's side were killed and seriously injured, which made him very optimistic about the next competition, and let him see the powerful means that belonged to the immortal cultivators.

The third game began.

This time, the Yan and Huang side dispatched a member of the "God of War" with a congenital sixfold, and the immortal cultivator side dispatched a female disciple with an innate fivefold.

As soon as they fought, the female disciple of the immortal cultivation side sacrificed her magic weapon.

It was a flying rope, and in a flash, it tied the God of War member strongly, and this flying rope magic weapon also had the effect of binding the true qi, so being entangled by this flying rope, the true qi of the God of War member was also sealed and became the object of slaughter.

Seeing this scene, Song Yan's face sank, this flying rope is a three-grade treasure, although it is only the worst of the three-grade treasures, it still has a power that cannot be ignored.

At this time, Song Yan saw clearly the plan of the immortal cultivators, and if the cultivation is high, use the second-grade magic weapon or talisman, and if the cultivation is low, use the third-grade magic weapon to make up for the shortcomings of the cultivation.

"Poof!"

Between the splashes of blood, a head flew high, the eyes on the skull were wide open, full of unwillingness, he was not losing in cultivation, but in the opponent's magic weapon.

It's not a competition, it's a death.

Seeing the dead team members, the mood of the team members of the "God of War" became more angry and low.

In the blink of an eye, another five rounds passed.

In these five games, the immortal cultivator's side still won all, and Yan Huang's side died four more people and seriously injured one.

This made the atmosphere on the field extremely miserable.

Song Yan couldn't sit still anymore, no matter what, the people of the God of War squad were his robes, he couldn't watch them go to death, and in these eight rounds of battle, he had already figured out the details of the immortal cultivators' side.

"Who's going to fight this battle?" asked Long Jian.

"I'll go!"

Zhao Ying was about to dodge in, but an arm was on her shoulder: "Leave it to me!"

Without waiting for Zhao Ying to resist, Song Yan forcibly pressed her back to her seat, and her body shook and appeared in the center of the battlefield.

He didn't hide the killing intent in his eyes at all, slowly swept over the group of immortal cultivators, and said, "Who came up to die!"

"What a big breath! The poor monk has come to overtake you. ”

A young monk stepped out, this monk was wearing a moon-white monk's robe, but his appearance was extremely ugly, and he had an innate sevenfold cultivation.

"Boy, let's die!" The ugly monk smiled and threw out a purple gold bowl, but at this moment, the figure flickered, as if teleporting, Song Yan flashed to the top of the ugly monk's head and slapped it with a wave.

"Poof!"

This palm force was so powerful that it directly forcibly punched the ugly monk's head into the stomach.

"You look so ugly, I'll help you hide your face!"

Song Yan withdrew and returned to the same place, as for the death of the owner of the purple gold bowl, he naturally lost his spirituality and fell to the ground.

"Win!" Yan Huang couldn't believe the scene in front of him, lost eight games in a row, and finally won one game.

A smile finally appeared on the faces of the head of state and the elders of the Nine Great Pavilions.

As for the immortal cultivators, the faces of the nine foundation building masters sitting in front of them were a little ugly, and they looked at Song Yan with a hint of unkindness.

"Who among you will die?"

Song Yan, who was supposed to retreat, did not retreat from this, but looked at the immortal cultivator provocatively, and shouted in an arrogant tone.

This group of immortal cultivators are arrogant and invincible, and they don't take ordinary warriors to heart at all, and now, their companions have been killed, and that little mortal warrior actually dares to provoke, and suddenly, a man in a cyan robe flashed onto the field, and he stared at Song Yan coldly: "If you want to seek death, I will fulfill you!"

As soon as the words fell, he took out a fiery red sword, and with a finger of his hand, the small sword turned into a streamer, like lightning and went straight to Song Yan.

"Hey, hey!"

Song Yan's body flickered, and suddenly, there were five more figures around him, together with the body, there were six Song Yan at once, the strange thing is that these six Song Yan are all exactly the same, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, for a while, the man in the green robe didn't know which one to attack with a flying sword.

Just as he was stunned, six figures rushed out, waving their palms and lining up towards the blue-robed man.

Being close to the enemy, the blue-robed man did not show a nervous look, because a faint layer of golden light had already appeared outside his body, and he obviously had a magic weapon to protect him.

"Click!"

Like the sound of glass shattering, that layer of faint golden light couldn't stop Song Yan's attack from being shattered, and then his palm fell on the head of the blue-robed young man.

"Poof!"

Like a watermelon bursting, the other party's head exploded, and the red and white scattered all over the ground, looking extremely bloody.

But in the eyes of Yan and Huang, it was extremely happy.

"Ah Yan killed well!" Zhao Ying shouted.

"Haha, Brother Song is mighty!" Ye Feng said with a laugh.

"Long live the captain, kill those grandsons!" Ao Tie couldn't help but shout.

For a while, the "God of War" team members applauded.

As for the audience, the heads of state and the others had even more smiles on their faces, and the heads of the ten major families sitting behind them, the heads of the six major sects were also quite happy, and even Li Mu, who was bent on getting rid of Song Yan, also showed a hint of happiness.

Killing two immortal cultivators in a row, Song Yan still had no intention of retreating, his eyes continued to sweep over the group of immortal cultivators murderously: "Who else is not afraid of death to come up and send them to death?"

On the side of the immortal cultivators, the nine foundation building masters were secretly spreading their voices, and after some discussion, they decided to send a disciple of the innate ninefold to kill Song Yan.

"Xuan Xin, you go and kill this person!" Wu Yangzi instructed his beloved disciple.

"Yes, Master!"

Xuan Xin stepped out, looked at Song Yan with indifferent eyes, and said: "You can kill two Taoist friends as a mortal martial artist, you do have some ability, but you don't take other immortal cultivators in your eyes, it's a mistake, I will be ordered by the master to kill you, however, I can give you a chance to strike first!"

"Do you really want me to strike first?" A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Song Yan's mouth.

"Let's shoot!"

Xuan Xin said quite confidently, his cultivation has reached the peak of the innate ninefold, and he has a three-grade treasure weapon to protect himself, even if he stands in place and lets Song Yan fight, he doesn't think that a small innate eightfold can hurt him.

Yes, the aura that Song Yan deliberately showed was an innate eightfold.

"Whoosh!"

Xuan Xin only felt a flower in front of him, and before he had time to urge the magic weapon to protect his body, he felt a pain in his chest, and when he looked down, he found that a dagger had pierced into his heart and pierced his heart, and he felt that his breath of life was passing rapidly.

Xuan Xin's face couldn't help but have a deep look of horror and unwillingness: "This ...... I don't want to die!"

[Author's digression]: Sweat, cold, dizziness, sore throat, tinnitus, so the third chapter has been delayed until now.

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