Looking at the abyss with a somewhat unsightly face, Ye Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head, if you want to jump to the mountain bank in front, it is impossible to achieve it with light and source qi, and this abyss seems to have a hidden power from the bottom up, if you use the source qi to fly to a certain height, the force in the middle may push people down.

And now that the high-level demon beast has been awakened, if it continues to stay here, once the high-level demon beast appears, this place will inevitably become a ruin.

"Ye Yan, you still hand over the golden gun, and then obediently let me kill you. Mu Yang stepped forward and sneered.

"Are you sure you won't run for your life? Once the high-level demon beasts notice it, all of us will die. Ye Yan's gaze swept among those disciples, surrounded Ye Yan strictly, and smiled lightly at Mu Yang.

Hearing Ye Yan's words, the expressions of the surrounding disciples suddenly became a little unnatural, and the saint-level source technique proposed by Mu Yang earlier made many disciples feel greedy.

"I'm willing to kill you first and then run for your life, you are now my flesh thorn here, you killed my friend Wang Qiang, I will make you pay back with blood. Mu Yang's gloomy gaze fell on Ye Yan, and the source qi that erupted from his body also burst out at this time.

"Hand over the golden gun, and let you die a more painful death!"

Looking at Mu Yang, who was full of hideous faces, Ye Yan shrugged his shoulders slightly, sighed, flipped his palm, and the golden gun with golden light appeared in his hand, shook it slightly, and a touch of golden light came out of the golden gun, and when he raised his head slightly, a smile was faintly revealed on his delicate face.

"If you have the ability, you come here!"

Looking at Ye Yan, who was so firm, Mu Yang's brows furrowed slightly, and in his hand, a blade instantly appeared, holding the big knife in his hand tightly, and sneering: "Just rely on you as a great sage? I will definitely let you die in this Holy Lion Mountain today, this canyon is so far away, can your source qi hold on to the opposite side?"

Striding over, Mu Yang slowly walked towards Ye Yan, stomped on the soles of his feet, his body shot wildly, the big knife in his hand slowly left his body, and fiercely slashed at Ye Yan.

In the face of the sharp wind-breaking energy, Ye Yan's face was solemn, the Great Sage and the Saint King, two realms that are difficult to compare, with his strength, facing the Seventh Layer of the Saint King, Ye Yan has no chance of winning.

Ye Yan's body was slightly sideways, his steps retreated, and the golden spear in his hand immediately stabbed straight at the big knife, and the figure disappeared instantly beside Mu Yang like an illusion, and appeared on Mu Yang's side strangely.

Feeling a chilling power, Mu Yang did not panic in the slightest, his figure quickly turned to the side, the big knife in his hand immediately wrapped the source qi, and the big knife was raised, and he slashed at the golden dragon.

"Crotch!" the golden dragon and the broadsword collided together, sparks splashed everywhere, and the crisp sound of gold and iron sounded beside the mountain bank.

The golden spear and the big sword intersected, Mu Yang smiled coldly, the source qi in his hand instantly shook, and the powerful source qi essence instantly bounced Ye Yan away.

The first time he fought with the seventh layer of the Holy King, Ye Yan was a little difficult, and at the same time, Ye Yan could be regarded as having comprehended the source qi of the seventh-layer powerhouse of the Holy King, and there was a tingling pain in his hand, and blood was slowly flowing out of the tiger's mouth at this time, and the powerful force pushed Ye Yan to the edge of the abyss, and he stomped on one foot, and the figure slowly stopped.

Affected by Ye Yan's foot, the fragile stones on the edge of the abyss also turned into pieces and fell into the bottomless abyss, Ye Yan looked at the abyss, and his body brought a trace of coldness.

Compared with Ye Yan, Mu Yang was much more relaxed, his steps still did not retreat, but stood steadily, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked at the golden gun in Ye Yan's hand with that puzzled gaze.

"Sect Master Mu Yang killed him, snatched the Saint-level Source Technique, and avenged Sect Master Wang Qiang. ”

Seeing that Ye Yan fell into the wind, the disciples surrounding the edge of the abyss immediately drank excitedly.

"The power of this golden gun is really not simple!" With a hint of surprise in his eyes, Mu Yang stared at the golden gun tightly, shook his head in amazement, and sneered: "Hey! Good things have fallen into the hands of waste, if you only have this ability, I advise you to hand over the golden gun." ”

Shaking the arm that was slightly bleeding, Ye Yan looked at Mu Yang coldly, the golden gun in his hand gradually raised, and he exhaled deeply.

The disciples of the first-class forces surrounding Ye Yan were also stunned by his actions, but they looked at Ye Yan with playful eyes, in their opinion, Ye Yan was already waiting for them to capture like a prey, no matter what Ye Yan struggled, it was impossible to escape from Mu Yang of the seventh layer of the Holy King.

His eyes closed slightly, and the figure immediately jumped into the sky, and the surrounding forces were constantly converging on the golden gun.

Looking at Ye Yan above the sky with cold eyes, Mu Yang's heart gradually became uneasy, especially when he felt that the sky around him had quietly changed color at this time, and the ripples of energy were becoming more and more intense, this uneasy moment shifted to his face.

Holding the big knife tightly with both hands, Mu Yang, who was panicked, didn't care so much, took a cautious step, and slowly walked towards Ye Yan.

Looking at Mu Yang, whose face was so solemn, the surrounding disciples glanced at each other, and the blades in their hands gradually emerged at this time, and their hands couldn't help but clench.

"Pretend to be a ghost, let's die for Lao Tzu!" Ye Yan, who stepped on the soles of his feet, and his figure immediately shot into the sky, a touch of hideousness gradually appeared on his face, and the big knife in his hand also slashed at Ye Yan's vital point.

"It's too late!" his eyes opened suddenly, Ye Yan's mouth spit out cold words, the golden spear in his hand suddenly tilted, the golden dragon roared in the void, the terrifying thunder seemed to warn, and the dark black power gradually emerged from the golden spear, flowing towards the golden spear drop by drop.

"Thunder Dragon!"

As the shouts in Ye Yan's heart fell, the golden dragon above the abyss suddenly surged, and countless naked eyes saw that the golden dragon instantly flew towards Mu Yang's body, and the white thunder constantly flickered on his body.

As soon as the palm of his hand was raised, the golden dragon also followed Ye Yan's figure and stabbed away, and with a flash of golden light, carrying the second duel of the Ruin Spirit Drop and the Golden Saint Dragon Spear, he pierced towards Mu Yang fiercely.

Above the sky, a golden light, at the moment when the golden light burst out, Mu Yang's eyes suddenly contracted, looking at the power emitted by the golden gun, which made Mu Yang more and more interested in the golden gun.

Now Mu Yang didn't have time to think about it at all, the source qi in his body exploded, and the light orange source qi instantly wrapped the entire big knife, and the light orange source qi was attached to the big knife, as if a thin film of energy was attached to the big knife.