The old man stretched out his hand and Zhao Song: "Fang Mu, you are not small, in the early stage of building a small foundation, with a few helpers behind you, you killed nearly 10,000 people of my Yan family, and your crimes are difficult to redeem with death, today I will represent fellow cultivators, eliminate demons and defend the Dao, you will die." ”

With a wave of his sleeves, a long spear appeared in his hand, the black gas on the gun body was swirling, and there was more ghost fog on the body of the gun, and countless unjust souls roared, as soon as this gun came out, there was an eerie and cold feeling all around, as if this gun came from the netherworld, and it was stained with too much of the breath of the underworld, and it could make people shudder without attacking.

This gun is the old man a hundred years ago into the late stage of the foundation to get, with this gun in the same level of rare opponents, a hundred years, died under the gun of the late stage of the foundation monks, are not a few, and because of this, in the face of Zhao Song, he is full of confidence, although Zhao Song has been famous recently, but not in the eyes of the old man.

The old man pointed his gun at Zhao Song and the others: "Let you die and die, the old man Yan Lianghai, when he reports to the underworld, he will report the name of the old man, and maybe he can receive special care." ”

There are many people around who know the Venerable of the Dark Spear, looking at the Dark Spear in the other party's hand, they can't help but gasp, the Venerable of the Dark Spear is famous in Dongzhou, killing the strong of the same level, and even once challenged a strong man of the Jindan who had just finished the Dan, although he was defeated and fled in the end, but he was able to challenge the Jindan, and he could retreat with his whole body, which was already a strong defense that made the same level look sideways.

Zhao Song looked coldly at the white-haired old man Soul Spear Venerable, to be honest, he also felt that this person was very strong, and he was the strongest among nearly 10,000 people before, but so what, after all, he still had to become a member of the soul flag, in Zhao Song's eyes, he was a dead man, and his soul had left a mark in the soul flag, so Zhao Song's gaze did not fluctuate at all, and the red blood was cold.

Zhao Song's gaze and disregard angered the Venerable of the Dark Spear, he snorted coldly, the spear approached Zhao Song, and the gun slammed into his chest, and the black silk brought up where the gun passed, that was the trace of the air being evacuated and the space being torn, the speed of the gun could only be described by a fast word, and the power on the gun could only be explained by huge force.

Zhao Song's eyes were even more blood-red, he roared, and his right hand punched directly to the tip of the gun, above his right hand, a small mountain immediately appeared, the surface was colorful flowing, and overlapping shadows appeared, approaching the spear with a whistling sound, and now his heartbroken fist has reached the point of sending it freely, because of the improvement of cultivation, the power is even more terrifying, and it will not be exhausted after a few punches.

Seeing that Zhao Song did not sacrifice the treasure, but ignorantly used his flesh fist to fight against the Dark Spear, his face became hideous, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the scene of the other party's broken bones and shattering, and the soul being devoured by the soul of the Soul of the Dark Spear.

The surrounding monks all paid attention to the battlefield, Ye Tian and the four of them had no worries, and they didn't react, even Hu Yishan, who liked to talk, became silent, first, he was not in the mood, and secondly, because in the past few months, they had seen such scenes too many times, and they had already become insensitive.

The attack of the two sides was approaching at an instant, and the loud sound of 'booming ----!' came out, and the strong wind overflowed, and even the monks standing around had to hurriedly retreat and avoid, this was the peak duel of the foundation, and the fluctuations beyond the foundation were exerted.

The Venerable Soul Spear only felt an irresistible vibration coming from the body of the spear, as if the Soul Spear was not a fist, but a boulder hill, and there was a vibration of the boulder cracking, and a soul attack that surpassed the foundation was coming, making his whole body tremble, his mind roared, and he withdrew five feet in a row to reduce the discomfort.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Zhao Song's mouth, his body retreated three feet, he didn't wipe the blood on his mouth, and a dodge approached the Immortal Spear Venerable, and punched out again.

The face of the Immortal Spear Venerable changed for the first time, he saw that Zhao Song was also injured, but he didn't expect Zhao Song to hit so quickly, he had a new understanding in his heart, this person is ruthless to the enemy, and he is also ruthless to himself, this kind of person is indeed a little terrifying.

As Zhao Song threw five punches in a row, the two retreated five times and rushed close five times, each making five moves.

Zhao Song is still cold, punching harder than punching, he has the vitality of Zhao Immortal Realm to heal, he can almost heal himself, but the Immortal Spear Venerable cannot, after five moves, he spurted out five mouthfuls of blood in a row, his face was pale, his eyes were dim, his hands were a little trembling, he was afraid, he regretted it.

The other monks of the Yan family naturally saw this unfavorable situation, one of the late monks waved his hand, and more than thirty people behind him sacrificed the treasure at the same time, and for a while, the light of the treasure shone brightly, and the spell was shocking, and Qi Qi was about to come up to save the Immortal Spear Venerable.

Zhao Song's eyes flashed murderously, approaching the white-haired old man again, with a wave of his left hand, a white light appeared in front of the old man, the Immortal Spear Venerable was startled, and he was about to dodge, but immediately found that the air around his body stopped fluctuating, the space was imprisoned, and his body was completely immobile, his face was full of fear, despair flashed in his eyes, and after the white light, the old man's body was shattered, and a generation of strong Immortal Spear Venerable fell here.

The Yan family cultivators were furious, they didn't expect that they had just made a move to prepare for the rescue, but the other party died so quickly, they didn't give them any chance at all, and rushed towards Zhao Song with red eyes one by one.

Zhao Song snorted coldly, his body fell directly to the ground, and the people behind him also chased after him, and for a while, the momentum formed by more than 30 foundations caused a sensation in all directions, and the heavens and the earth changed color, attracting monks from farther away to come and watch.

It's not the first time Zhao Song has faced so many people, the last time he encountered more pursuers in the land of thunder robbery, he had calmly escaped, and now he is even more different from what he used to be, not to mention that he is facing the enemy of the Yan family, his purpose is to destroy his clan and cut off his roots!

Zhao Song did not escape, turned around and looked at the many Yan family monks who were chasing, his eyes were cold, and there was a strong killing intent emerging, and he pressed his palm to the ground fiercely, his whole body was full of green energy, and thunder and lightning roared.

In an instant, there were thick baskets on the ground around him, breaking through the ground, instantly winding more than thirty monks, just when these Yan family monks wanted to break free or cut off the baskets, Zhao Song's eyes flashed with blood, and the strips turned into blood red at the speed of the naked eye, spreading from below to every branch and leaf, which was demonic.

In the horror of more than thirty Yan family monks, the red hoop seemed to have turned into a needle, and the roots penetrated into their skin, and their tough skin after the foundation was originally built seemed to become fragile in front of the blood hoop, and it was easily cut in.

More than a dozen Yan family monks in the early stage of foundation building instantly let out a miserable scream, and at the moment when the rope was cut in, they felt that their flesh and blood, as well as the power of cultivation, were quickly withdrawn, and they were even more frightened to find that no matter how he struggled, this state could not be stopped, and finally found that the screams of despair, the body directly dried up, and turned into a skin-covered dry corpse.

The basket seemed to be full of food and drink, retracted to the ground and disappeared, as the blood-colored strip was retracted, the blood in Zhao Song's eyes became thicker, full of demonic blood light, and the momentum on his body also increased by a point.

More than a dozen Yan family monks in the middle stage of foundation building also couldn't resist, but they struggled a little longer, the blood-colored hoops were more red, and the branches were stronger.