When the dust settled, Feng Changqing's body fell to the ground quietly, and it didn't seem to be seriously injured. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Yan Sanjun stood aside, slightly exhausted and slightly gasping.

"Just now, was that a clone?"

"Clone, is that the Yan family's soul technique? How come I've never seen anyone do it! ”

The trick just now attracted everyone's discussion. Many people have seen the Yan family's soul technique, and they feel that there is nothing special except for being fast. However, when they saw the thunder that Yan Sanjun had cast, they completely changed their previous views.

First, it was a move to break the wind, which seemed to be able to move instantly, and then another trick was a dream, and it was possible to conjure up a clone. These surprising moves, in this small mustard city, are enough to attract the attention of many people.

Yan Tianming nodded silently and thought to himself, "I didn't expect that this Thunder Soul Technique had been cultivated by him to such a realm. Breaking the wind and dreaming are all techniques hidden in the thunder, and people below the corpse dog spirit can't understand it at all. It seems that Xiao San'er should not be far from a breakthrough. ”

Just as everyone was immersed in that amazing blow, Yan Sanjun suddenly sneered: "You guys lose, hand over my artifact!" ”

"Ah, you...... Hmph, if you want a dark weapon, take it yourself! Liang You took out the mourning stick and beckoned to Yan Sanjun from afar.

Yan Sanjun looked at him, touched his chin, and said thoughtfully, "Patriarch Liang won't play a scoundrel with me in front of your clansmen!" ”

"Of course not, don't you want to? Come on, take it, it's yours. Liang You said with a sneer.

"San'er, don't be fooled. It's just a dark weapon, and our Yan family can still put it down. Come back soon! Yan Tianming, who was standing behind, saw Yan Sanjun take a step forward, and hurriedly dissuaded.

However, Yan Sanjun still walked forward as if he hadn't heard it at all. When he was about to reach Liang You, he suddenly stopped and said with a slight smile: "I have long heard that Patriarch Liang has always been a childish person, it seems that the rumors may not be true, I just see that you are very generous!" Even the underworld weapon is willing to give it away, and this kind of bearing is beyond the reach of stingy people. ”

"Hmph, boy, even if you take advantage of your tongue, I want to see if you have the life to take it?" Liang You snorted coldly, the soul power under his feet condensed, and he launched an attack unguarded.

Such a close distance, in front of the corpse dog spirit realm, is instantaneous. When Liang You's hideous face appeared clearly in front of Yan Sanjun, a smile appeared on the faces of the two people at the same time.

Liang You's smile was mixed with a hint of sinisterness, while Yan Sanjun's smile was incredible.

"Huh? I make you laugh. Liang You waved his big hand, and the weeping and mourning stick slashed down, giving Yan Sanjun no room to maneuver. This is something he has already discussed with Feng Yuelun, one move will kill, and the shot will be decisive and ruthless.

The surging power was blessed on the mourning stick, and there was a mournful sound from inside.

"Boom!"

Yan Sanjun was sturdily beaten, and his body was like a clay sculpture, instantly cracking, shattering, and then dying with the wind.

It's over?

Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene, and their faces were full of surprise. A generation of Tianjiao, is it just perished?

Looking at Yan Sanjun's deceased soul, some people were happy and some were worried.

"Bastard, the deception is too much, we want revenge, we want to avenge Xiao San'er."

"Yes, revenge, it's a big deal."

The Yan clan people can no longer tolerate it, and they regard death as if they were home, and they can fight for their lives for the family as long as the patriarch gives an order.

However, at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, bringing everyone's eyes back together.

"Liang You, you want to kill me?" As soon as the voice fell, a familiar figure reappeared in front of everyone. That delicate face is undoubtedly Yan Sanjun.

"What, you, aren't dead?" Liang You was shocked, and his voice trembled.

"Hmph, it's just a shadow of me. If you want to kill me with my artifact, you can't figure it out. Bring it to me! Yan Sanjun shouted angrily, and his hands formed a strange handprint.

On his hand, a soft light flickered, and among them, a rune faintly flickered.

At the same time, the mourning stick in Liang You's hand suddenly lit up, and the two rays of light echoed each other from afar.

Suddenly, the mourning stick shook violently, as if it was about to break free from Liang You's hand.

"You, what did you do?" Liang You was shocked, and his two hands exerted force at the same time, constantly injecting his soul power into it, trying to communicate with the machine spirit.

"Didn't I tell you, this artifact is mine." After saying that, Yan Sanjun's handprint changed, and he shouted, "Disease! Absorb! ”

As if receiving an order, the mourning stick suddenly broke free from Liang You's hand, and came to Yan Sanjun's hand like a smoke.

Is this the artifact?

Entering, a cold feeling came, and it quickly merged with Yan Sanjun. Sure enough, the spirit of the artifact is there, and when you hold it in your hand, you seem to be able to feel its life.

"No wonder many people want to own one, and it's a good baby." Yan Sanjun was holding a spiritual weapon, and he was eager to find someone to try its power. However, as far as the eye could see, many people lowered their heads.

Yan Sanjun smiled and shook his head, and said: "I will accept this artifact with a smile, in addition, Liang You, you plot against me, I will write down this account first, and we will calculate it later." ”

"In the future, there will be no future, and today you will die." Without waiting for Liang You to respond, Feng Yuelun on the side also suddenly made a move, wanting to kill Yan Sanjun as soon as possible.

"Another guy who wants me dead. Then use you to test the power of this artifact! Yan Sanjun sneered, without the slightest intention of retreating, and the ninefold soul power was poured into the mourning stick, which immediately caused the resonance of the spirit weapon.

Holding a spiritual weapon, if there is divine help.

Yan Sanjun suddenly felt that his strength had increased a lot. He couldn't describe this power, he only felt that it was beyond his own cognition, and it should be comparable to the power of a corpse dog.

"Bang!"

The mourning stick smashed Feng Yuelun's fist, and the two forces collided with each other, directly bursting out a wave of qi, stirring up a place of dust.

And the two people, under the backlash of this force, each withdrew several steps.

After all, Feng Yuelun was a master of the realm of the two-fold corpse dog spirit, he quickly stabilized his body, his soul power was running, and he shot again.

As for Yan Sanjun, it was not so easy. After a hard touch with Feng Yuelun, his whole body was churning with qi and blood, and his breathing was disordered.

"He is worthy of being a master of the realm of corpse dogs, without the strength of Uncle Jiu, even if he has a dark weapon, he can't match the power of his blow!" Yan Sanjun thought as he retreated, now is not the time to fight hard, and saving his life is the most important thing.