Seeing the common saying that fell to the ground, not only the people on the Yan and Huang sides showed a look of shock, but even the immortal cultivators also had a shocked face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If Song Yan killed Xuan Xin before, it was just taking advantage of the sneak attack.

But this time, it was clear that Chang Yan had used a magic weapon to release treasure light to protect his body, but he was still easily killed by the other party.

"Who else is going to die?"

In the field, Song Yan stood proudly, his eyes swept provocatively towards the last innate ninefold on the immortal cultivator's side.

That innate nine-fold name is Fan Chong, and his strength is similar to that of the dead Xuanxin and Chang Yan.

Therefore, feeling Song Yan's provocative eyes, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, and subconsciously turned his gaze to the side, not daring to look at him.

Seeing this scene, Yan Huang was very happy.

And the nine foundation building masters on the immortal cultivator's side were deeply humiliated.

Song Yan found that the other party actually flinched, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Haha, aren't you a high-ranking immortal cultivator?

For Song Yan's ridicule, although those immortal cultivators were angry and humiliated, no one took the initiative to stand up.

Beheaded four people in a row, among which there were two congenital ninefold, they all knew the power of Song Yan, a mortal martial artist, everyone was not a fool, who was willing to go up and send him to death.

"Fan Chong, you go up and behead this kid!"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man in a white robe, he was one of the nine major sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, Qing Yuzi of the Qingling Sect.

Hearing this, Fan Chong's eyes couldn't help flashing with fear, and he said in a slurred voice: "Master, I, I went wrong in my practice last night, and I can't move the true yuan for the time being, so ......!"

The so-called practice went wrong is just a prevarication, how can Qing Yuzi not understand that his apprentice is afraid of that mortal martial artist, but thinking that his apprentice has excellent qualifications, if he is really beheaded by Song Yan, it will also be a huge loss for the sect, so he shouted lightly:

"Bastard thing, when you return to the sect, you will be punished for facing the wall for a year!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Hearing that the master didn't need to call him to fight anymore, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as for facing the wall for a year, it was nothing compared to losing his life!

Seeing that the other party had turned into a shrunken turtle, Song Yan was unwilling to let go of this group of immortal cultivators, and sneered: "What's the matter?

"Amitabha!" In the nine foundations, a middle-aged monk pronounced a Buddha call: "Since the little benefactor has such a request, this seat will fulfill you, Zhiyong, and Zhizhi, you go up and ask him for advice." ”

This middle-aged monk is called Jin Guang Shangren, one of the nine major sects in the immortal cultivation realm, and the head of the Golden Light Buddha Sect.

"Yes, Master!"

Two young monks dressed in moon-white monk's robes came out of the crowd, compared with the monk who was killed by Song Yan for the first time, these two monks looked more handsome, and at the same time, these two monks both had innate eightfold cultivation.

"The poor monk Zhiyong has seen the benefactor. ”

"The poor monk has seen the benefactor intellectually. ”

The two monks saluted Song Yan quite politely.

As the so-called stretching out his hand and not hitting the smiling face, these two monks are so polite, Song Yan decided in his heart that he would not kill them, but would injure them, so he smiled and returned the salute: "The two masters are polite, and they are ......!"

It's just that Song Yan's words haven't been completely exported yet, and Zhiyong suddenly threw out a string of Buddhist beads.

The Buddha beads flew to the top of Song Yan's head, and suddenly the golden light bloomed, and nine Buddha statues flew out of it, and the nine Buddha statues stabilized the void, spitting out the Buddhist mantra, and Song Yan, who was under the Buddha statue, suddenly felt a mental shock, but as soon as his spiritual lake was shocked, he regained his consciousness, and immediately understood that he was calculated by these two monks.

However, the moment he came to his senses, a fist-thick vajra had already come to the top of his head, carrying a vicious wind, smashing towards his head.

"Hey, I wanted to spare the lives of the two of you, but I actually dared to sneak attack the master!"

With a sneer, Song Yan raised his hand and threw a punch, directly hitting the vajra.

"Click!

The vajra, which was a three-grade treasure weapon, was actually hit by several cracks with his punch.

"Wow!"

The moment the vajra was knocked out of the crack, the intelligence opened its mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Sou!

The figure swayed, like a ghost, and Song Yan deceived himself.

"Bang bang!"

Raised his hand and blasted out two palms, directly hitting the chests of the two monks, with two clicks, their talisman magic weapon shattered in response, and the two of them flew out like kites with broken strings, and fell to the ground without a sound.

Thumped!

For a moment, the audience was silent.

Half an hour later, the God of War squad erupted in bursts of whirring, while the immortal cultivators looked frightened.

"The master wants to fight three, who will come up and send him to death!"

And Song Yan, who had killed the two monks, once again set his eyes on the group of immortal cultivators, and shouted in a provocative tone.

"What an arrogant boy!"

Seeing this scene, the nine great foundations were really angry.

"Sword Mountain, Sword Cloud, Sword Peak, you three go up and behead this kid!" The middle-aged Dao wearing a cyan robe, this person is also a faction, and he is also a pure and true person in the Qing Valley of the Nine Great Immortal Cultivation Sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

"Yes, Master!"

Three young men in strong suits stepped out, and unlike the other immortal cultivators, each of these three carried a simple long sword.

"Do it!"

Groan! Groan!

With the sound of the sword unsheathed three times, the three young men pulled out the swords behind them one after another, flashed around Song Yan, and formed a three-talent sword formation.

"Kill!"

The three of them swung their swords at the same time, and suddenly, the sword qi was rolling, and they strangled towards Song Yan with great momentum.

"That's kind of interesting!"

Song Yan smiled lightly, and an alloy long sword appeared in his hand, and quickly slashed out several swords in all directions.

The "Qinglian Sword Codex" he cultivated was an extremely clever sword cultivation method, although these three people formed a three-talent sword formation, it seemed that Song Yan was sealed in the sword array, but in fact, in the eyes of Song Yan, the "sword cultivator", it was full of flaws.

The few swords he slashed out didn't use much strength, but they slashed at the weak point of the Sancai Sword Formation, so they ......

"Puff puff!"

The qi exploded, the sword qi rushed back, and suddenly, the Sancai sword formation was broken, and when the formation broke, the three of them were counterattacked, and they spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Die!"

The figure shook, Song Yan shot out with a sword, and then, three heads flew into the sky.

"Puff! Puff!"

The three headless corpses fell to the sky, while Song Yan retreated to the same place, he picked up the alloy long sword in his hand, pointed at the group of immortal cultivators, and sneered: "Immortal cultivators are nothing more than that, in this way, the master will fight ten this time, you bastards, dare you come up and send them to death!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Huang was so shocked by Song Yan's arrogance that he couldn't speak, but the strange thing was that the blood in their bodies was stirred by these words, and they couldn't wait to incarnate themselves as Song Yan and say these words to the group of high-ranking immortal cultivators.

"This son should be punished, otherwise he will become a big trouble for me in the immortal cultivation world!" Wu Yangzi said with a murderous face.

"Yes, this son is not dead, I am not at ease!" Tone nodded.

The remaining seven Zhuji expressed their opinions one after another, and they all said that Song Yan, a mortal martial artist, could not stay.

"I have a plan, I can kill this son!" said the innocent real man with a sinister face.

[Author's digression]: Thank you [Chasing the Wind] for your great reward.

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