"Do you finally know how to move the rescuers? Come on, the more the better, and the more painful it will be!"

A handsome young man dressed in white stood on a three-hundred-meter-high mountain peak with his hands behind his back, looking at the White Horse Mountains thousands of miles away.

He was Jiang Yan, who had just shot several White Horse Clan masters.

Only by muddying the water can you fish in troubled waters. However, in the current realm of Jiang Yan, if he really wants to kill him, except for the Yuan God Gods and Demons, the Returning Void Earth Immortals, and the Scattered Immortals, no one else in the White Horse Clan will be able to stop him at all.

And he had already cultivated the Thousand Illusion Demon Body to the point of the Hundred Illusion Body, and he was roughly proficient in the rules of space, and the group fight had no effect on him at all, even if it was a combined attack formation formed by many cultivators, unless it was an extremely perfect combined attack array, an ordinary combined attack array, Jiang Yan didn't care about it at all.

Of course, Jiang Yan was still extremely vigilant, and did not rush into the White Horse Mountain Range, but used the Infernal Archery Technique, which combined with the power of the Purgatory Divine Eyes, and the sneak attack could be said to be flawless.

Jiang Yan stood in place and waited quietly for the master of the White Horse Clan to come.

He would not kill ordinary mortals or innate beings of the White Horse Clan, only if there was an existence above the level of a Linghai Cultivator, he would have murderous intent.

After all, there is a debtor and a debtor, although Jiang Yan himself has the intention of killing, but he can control himself rationally.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a powerful aura to come from the White Horse Mountain Range, and one of them said indifferently and vicissitudes of life: "White Horse Xiaojun, you go and kill that kid!"

"Yes, Ancestor!"

A clear voice resounded for thousands of miles around, and in an instant, the thick fog shrouded by the White Horse Mountains parted a passage, and a handsome young man in a dark golden robe flew out.

With the guidance of the old ancestor, soon, the handsome young man approached the peak where Jiang Yan was.

Looking at the handsome young man in white with an indifferent face standing on the top of the mountain, the look of surprise on Baima Xiaojun's face flashed, he didn't expect that the enemy who came to take the initiative to provoke was so young, even if he ignored his face and felt his divine aura, he was not more than fifty years old.

"Who are you?

However, the aura exuded by Jiang Yan's body was nothing more than the gods and demons in the middle of Vientiane and the realm of the true people of Vientiane, and the handsome young man Baima Xiaojun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if he is a god and demon refining body and qi refining practitioner, as a senior Yuan Shen Dao person, he is not afraid of the white-clothed young man in front of him, not to mention that he is still in the late stage realm of Yuan Shen Dao people!

The mid-stage realm of the god and demon refining body is only equivalent to the mid-stage realm of the Yuan Shen Dao people.

"Jiang Yan of the Northern Heavenly Temple, come to avenge my father!"

Jiang Yan still carried his hands behind his back, and his voice was not loud, but under the wrapping of the dragon phoenix's divine power, it didn't take long for it to spread throughout the entire White Horse Mountain Range.

"I see, then there's nothing to say!

The young man has only heard the slightest rumor, and he doesn't know much about it, but since the enemy has been killed, no matter whether the clansmen are right or not, they must protect the clansmen first.

Jiang Yan nodded, in a certain way, he somewhat admired the handsome young man in front of him.

The footsteps stomped the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain collapsed directly, and in the rumbling sound, Jiang Yan turned into a black and silver divine light, and in the blink of an eye, he reached ten meters in front of Baima Xiaojun.

Baima Xiaojun was not in a hurry, his right hand pointed forward, a golden light bloomed, the golden light instantly turned into a golden canopy, and the surrounding thousands of miles of spiritual energy frantically converged towards the golden canopy, and countless swords appeared in the golden canopy, and the swords flashed with golden light, turning into a golden ocean and crushing towards Jiang Yan.

This is a pure and pure means of refining the airflow, using the supreme yuan power to communicate the vitality of heaven and earth, forming the general trend of heaven and earth, attacking the enemy, it is terrifying.

The black and silver divine light that Jiang Yan turned into instantly turned into ten phantoms, and he directly cast the first layer of the Thousand Illusion Demon Body.

At this stage, the first layer of Jiang Yan's Thousand Illusion Demon Body has reached the consummation level, and Jiang Yan, who has comprehended some of the rules of space, has ten clones that can be virtual or real, and can shuttle through space for a short distance.

The Endless Sword born from the Golden Sky Canopy couldn't play any role on Jiang Yan at all, even if the sword occasionally hit Jiang Yan's body, Jiang Yan's god and demon body could completely resist it.

"It's not good, his divine body is too powerful, this attack can't affect him at all!

A cold light flashed in Baima Xiaojun's eyes, and there was a red long sword suspended in front of him, the long sword exuded great might, it was a heavenly rank magic weapon, and the neon sword was prompted by Baima Xiaojun's incomparably pure Yuan Force, and instantly turned into a red light, and in less than a minute, it killed four or five clones.

"Compete with me in swordsmanship?"

Jiang Yan's eyes faintly showed a sarcastic look, and a purple long sword directly appeared in his hand, which was the Inheritance Divine Soldier Purple Cloud Divine Sword.

"Wind Sword Soul Erupt!"

The Purple Cloud Divine Sword instantly turned pure cyan, and a terrifying and inexplicable momentum descended within a range of dozens of miles around.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky were faintly still.

A pure cyan sword qi that was a hundred zhang long pierced through the sky and slashed directly at the red neon sword.

The sound of "Woo Woo!" kept coming out, and finally a wail that could only be heard at the soul level came from the neon sword, and the red on the neon sword began to weaken.

Bai Ma Xiaojun's face finally changed greatly, and he began to retreat backwards, he was refining the air flow, if he was close to Jiang Yan, he would definitely suffer an unprecedented heavy blow.

"Want to go, it's too late!"

Jiang Yan chuckled.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure faded in place.

At the same time, a black and silver divine light began to converge a hundred meters in front of Baima Xiaojun, and the space only fluctuated to the extreme.

"Boy, stop, otherwise even the Dragon Sword Immortal won't be able to save you!"

An indifferent voice resounded in the sky, and a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the originally clear sky.

The wind and clouds changed color, and the sky quickly darkened.

"Haha, I'll kill him, see what you can do to me?"

Jiang Yan laughed loudly, not caring about the threat of the voice at all, the Purple Cloud Divine Sword in his hand was directly fed this time with the Yin Yuan Power containing the Ice Dazzling Extreme Fire, and in an instant, a layer of azure ice crystal flames appeared on the purple long sword.

And Jiang Yan turned into an afterimage, and instantly swept over the body of Baima Xiaojun.

"Poof!"

First, the corpse frozen into an azure popsicle fell to the ground, and then under the azure flames, it disintegrated inch by inch, shattering into countless ice slags, and a radius of hundreds of zhang became a world of ice crystals.

Even Genshin did not escape.

"You, you actually killed him?"

An old man in a cyan robe instantly appeared in the sky and said in disbelief.

"There is actually a 100,000-year-level old immortal, it seems that the status of that white horse Xiaojun is not low!"

Jiang Yan was not afraid of this old thing, but saw his realm at a glance.

This novel is from Reading Rim