What kind of hatred, what kind of grudge, to use the sword array?

Not only Feisha would be confused, but Song Yuan also had some hesitation.

Every time he casts the Mixed Yuan Sword Formation, there will be heavy casualties; the last time he cast, Song Yuan easily destroyed two or three Thousand Heavy Realm Sword Cultivators, and besides, the enemy didn't even have the strength to fight back!

Although Cheng Jian and these people are a little annoying, they are not real enemies, if they can't control the sword formation, it is easy to turn them into scum!

"Song Yuan, we don't mean to offend, don't mess around!" The sword formation is not a small move, Cheng Jian retreated while reminding Song Yuan not to be impulsive.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry! Life is like a play, I'm not angry when others are angry, and I'm proud of my father...... who is proud of my father" The dead mouth cannon, seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, hurriedly spoke out to alleviate it.

After hearing this, Song Yuan's anger rose instead of decreasing, and because of his excessive patience, his little face turned red.

"Can you die if you don't speak?" Cheng Jian turned around and slapped the cannon.

Song Yuan was angry, not just because of this sentence.

Since joining the Spirit Rhino Academy, many people have been jealous of his good life and awakened a god-level sword soul; on the other hand, because he can't enter the Thousand Realms, many people secretly call him: "God-level waste"!

The two words god level and waste are connected, which is enough to knock Song Yuan into the abyss of pain.

The dean and the ten elders have privately probed Song Yuan's body many times, and the absorption of the Mixed Yuan Sword Soul by the Mixed Yuan Sword Qi is beyond imagination;

Coupled with Song Yuan's uninterrupted injuries, it is possible that the owner of this god-level sword soul will stay in the Chaoyuan Realm for the rest of his life!

This is like the cultivation of immortals described in online novels, some people can build a foundation by practicing qi to the ninth layer, and Song Yuan has been wandering around the qi cultivation layer, even if he practices qi to the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine layers, it is difficult to break through to a new realm!

"Kill a chicken, slaughter a monkey, and you don't have to worry about fame in the future!" Just as Song Yuan was struggling in pain, the familiar voice of the "mouth cannon man" sounded again.

Bang Bang Bang ......

Everyone in the Flying Sand Club slapped the cannon man in unison.

"I didn't say that! I really didn't say it! Woo woo woo ......" The man covered his red face, wanting to cry without tears.

The person who imitated his speech was actually Liu Zhong, and the purpose was to stimulate Song Yuan and make him make a big move!

Call......

The shadow of the Mixed Yuan Sword Soul appeared above Song Yuan's head......

"Senior Brother Song, you have something to say, don't mess around!" The people of the Flying Sand Club changed their faces drastically, their hands folded, and they kept dissuading Song Yuan from stopping.

"Little Brother Song, if there is any pain, what pain, don't hold it back, just vent it if you want to!"

Liu Zhong secretly operated the Mixed Yuan Sword Soul, and with a shock, Song Yuan's emotions were completely ignited, and a whirlpool formed by the Mixed Yuan Sword Qi appeared on Wangri Peak.......

Mixed Yuan Sword Formation, reappearing!

Dao Dao Qi Swords were arranged in an orderly manner in the air, and in a few seconds, they enveloped the space above the heads of several people in the Flying Sand Society, and the killing momentum was no longer a lesson, but a kill!

"Why is Song Yuan's soul skill so powerful?" Under the shroud of the sword array, Cheng Jian felt that even breathing was a problem.

"Senior Brother Song, if you kill us, the dean will definitely punish you. If you know each other, stop it quickly!" The sword array was about to crash down, and Duan Fei still had a trace of nostalgia.

Rumble......

The Mixed Yuan Sword Formation still bombarded down.

"Song Yuan, you bastard, you are real!"

At this time, everyone realized the seriousness of the matter, and Song Yuan really wanted their lives, not joking.

The Mixed Yuan Sword Formation has the Mixed Yuan Ancestor Sword as a power support, not to mention these Thousand Heavy Realm students, even if they are Cloud Breaking Realm like Song Tianxing, they have to take off a few layers of skin!

The people of the Flying Sand Guild were gathered back to back, and all the sword qi was driven at the same time, intending to break the Mixed Yuan Sword Formation from a certain direction!

Bang!

Liu Zhong stomped on the ground with both feet, and the mixed yuan sword qi swept away, shaking several people to stand unsteadily. With the help of a brief moment, a sword roared in the sky, separating all these people.

The sword he cast with his fingers in the sky was not too lethal, but it was enough to scare these people.

"Despicable, shameless, and indecent!" the people of the Feisha Guild pointed at Liu Zhong and cursed non-stop.

If a few people work together, they can resist the sword formation for a while, and if the strength is dispersed, the end will not be so good.

Ahh......hhh

The qi sword was as sharp as a knife, and it slashed at everyone continuously, and after a few waves, all except Liu Zhong were injured.

When the qi sword was about to hit his body, Liu Zhong used the same mixed yuan sword qi to shake them all away.

This scene, everyone who watched was dumbfounded.

Later, when someone asked about this matter again, he also explained it on the grounds of mixed yuan thunderbolt gong.

"If I can survive, I will never provoke the demon of Song Yuan in the future. Duan Fei's bowels of regret at the moment were blue.

The sword array can blast a total of thirteen waves, which is consistent with the number of creations, and if all thirteen waves are completed, these people will have only one fate: they will die!

By the time of the eleventh wave, except for Cheng Jian and Duan Fei, who could still hold on, the rest of the people were seriously injured.

Bang!

Liu Zhong's figure was like a ghost, and with a punch and a kick, he sent the seriously injured and dying man out of the sword formation. As for Cheng Jian and the others, let him fight for a while!

When the last wave was about to crash down, Song Yuan recovered from his madness, and the qi sword flowed like water, forming a giant sword several zhang long!

The shape of this sword is similar to that of the Mixed Yuan Sword God, once it is successfully chopped, Cheng Jian and the others will definitely die!

Strangely, the greatsword did not fall, but hung in the air. Song Yuan stared at Cheng Jian and the two, and said fiercely: "The tiger is not powerful, you treat me as a sick cat!"

"Senior Brother Song, we don't know Taishan with our eyes, please forgive me!" Cheng Jian didn't dare to take a breath, for fear that Song Yuan's giant sword would be stimulated and fall.

"Something like bullshit, dare to compete with me! Next time, you have to cut off your heads!" Liu Zhong said the lines he wanted to say for Song Yuan.

One leg at a time, kicked the two out of the range of the sword formation.

"Slash!"

Song Yuan made a split with both hands and cut off this terrifying sword.

Rumble!

A huge ravine was cut out of the place, and thankfully, no one died!

"Thank you Senior Brother Song for your mercy. Cheng Jian and the others picked up a life and were grateful to Song Yuan.

"Can you still move?" Liu Zhong said with concern.

"You can still move!" the two people on the ground told the truth about their bodies for some reason.

"Since you can still move, then you're welcome!" Liu Zhong smiled wickedly and walked over.

"You...... What are you going to do?" the two of them asked nervously, sliding back their bodies.

"Kill a chicken, slaughter a monkey, and you won't have to worry about fame in the future!" Liu Zhong said in the tone of a cannon man.

As soon as the words fell, he used his fists and feet at the same time, and beat the bodies of the two.

"Little bastard, if you move your hand again, I will not finish flying with you!" Cheng Jian and the two dodged and intimidated Liu Zhong.

"Will Feisha be very good, Will Feisha be very dragged, Will Feisha be great, Will Feisha be very powerful, Will Feisha be very arrogant, Will Feisha be very capable of fighting......"

In the screams like killing pigs, Liu Zhong beat the two of them non-stop......

(PS: The first time I wrote a book in 17k, I am not familiar with life, and readers who like it are troublesome to add a collection.) Thank you!)