Hundreds of people chased and intercepted him, and finally trapped him tightly in front of the Wing Pavilion.

One after another, the light flew away, and the waves of air flew up.

There are even seven or eight of the nearest Nine Disasters martial artists who are holding swords and swords, all of them have heavy spiritual power, and they leave no way back.

"Bang ......"

Seeing that the sharp knife was coming horizontally, Yan Wuyi urged him to block.

It was too late, it was too fast, and I saw that he had mastered the Vulture Posture to the extreme, and the figure was like a violent wind dancing, and when the sword qi roared to the front door, it suddenly dodged, and it actually penetrated the strong confinement breath.

"A few more breaths!"

Yan Wuyi's heart was worried, and he was more than two feet in one step, and he was tired of dealing with the madness rolling on both sides.

Although he stopped the speed of the pursuit of the Nine Tribulation Warriors, the map records may not be all correct, if Murong Xing and his little sister failed to find the underwater stream, the situation would be much more serious.

"Woohoo!"

Then he violently rose up and blasted together with a warrior who was making a strong palm.

A burst of energy invaded out, as if it was fused with the power of the acupuncture breath, and in the terrifying eyes of the Nine Calamity Warriors, it was directly blasted into the power of the leyline warriors.

But how could a hundred warriors allow him to breathe, and he stabbed with two swords in the air, and three swords slashed, making the situation extremely critical.

"Stop!"

Seeing that Yan Wuyi was difficult to block the chaotic knife and slashed, the iron sword was straight forward, the old face of the fence shook, and he suddenly drank on the way to fly.

"Don't be greedy, give Lao Tzu a job. ”

If Yan Wuyi was hacked to death for no reason, it would be a failure, and the Nine Tribulations Emperor Tai wasted so much effort in order to lure out Yan Wuyi, and then find out the whereabouts of the soul clan boy from his mouth.

Although he didn't dare to provoke the Luo family, it was not difficult to deal with a beginner Sword Pavilion disciple.

At this time, the momentum of the siege made Yan unavoidable, and most of his spiritual strength was consumed.

Seeing that the sword was coming towards the qi gang that covered his whole body, he was about to use his mind to urge the killing stick to be powerful, but he saw that all the warriors heard the domineering instructions of the fence, and they all drew their swords and returned their swords, controlling each other with spiritual power.

"Oops. ”

A faint restraining force gradually enveloped Yan Wuyi's body, making it difficult to mobilize his strength.

"Bang!"

It's just that he lost his mind in an instant, and a loud explosion in the air brought a lot of fierce power, and he suddenly kicked directly from the front, and it was fiercely imprinted on Yan Wuyi's chest.

"The Hidden Void Cultivator is so fierce!" Yan Wuyi was shocked and amazed, and for a moment it was difficult to feel the pain transmitted from his chest to his whole body.

"Boom!"

When he slowly came back to his senses, his face was already filled with scarlet blood, and the bone veins in his chest that had been hit hard were broken, and a depressed decline instantly occupied his whole body.

"Ahem......"

In the end, it was unbearable to endure the surge of qi and blood, Yan Wuyi was unwilling to squirt out a few mouthfuls of blood again, and his whole body had already been twisted into strips of cloth by the sword qi and sword power of the warriors around him, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

"Could it be that Yan is really going to die here today?" Yan Wuyi lifted a force with difficulty, supporting the body that had fallen to the ground and staggered up.

In the face of the hidden void power, it really seems small.

The pain of broken meridians was like ten thousand ants devouring the heart, frantically impacting the gradually blurred consciousness, forcibly enduring the resurgence of qi and blood in his throat, Yan Wuyi forced himself to calm down.

Even though he was surrounded by a dense Nine Tribulation Martial Artist, there was a Hidden Void powerhouse standing in front of him with a proud face.

The person who kicked him to the ground with one kick was none other than the Third Master of the Nine Disasters Emperor's Fence, only to see a faint evil smile on his face, and a pair of tiger eyes staring at Yan Wuyi tightly.

"The true legend of the six tricks of the famous earthquake Changxia is nothing more than that, and even Lao Tzu can't resist a kick at will, I really think that you have great ability to dare to break into my Nine Disasters Emperor's Stage. ”

Fence sneered, but in his heart he had to admit that the tenacious and unyielding young martial artist in front of him did have some means.

It took a lot of effort for a hundred Nine Calamity Martial Artists to surround him to the death, and he was only a martial artist who had only mastered six tricks.

"Humph!"

Yan Wuyi's face was disdainful, and his hatred was awe-inspiring.

If the Killing Dome can survive tonight, the Nine Calamities Emperor will definitely be destroyed in the future.

"If you don't hurt your family, you won't hurt the innocent!"

"You have done everything that harms innocents and violates morality, as long as I Yan has a breath, I will fight to the death with you!"

As soon as Yan Wuyi's impassioned words fell, he fiercely attracted the blood power of the six orifices, and the power of the retrograde meridians secretly gathered his legs, and the gradually clear consciousness was like a pure energy bursting out of his mind, and it instantly contained the dantian killing firmament.