The most masculine and rigid thunder attribute qi was like an ocean, drowning the huge weird insect in front of him.

Under the knife, the sky flashed with thunder, and sharp sound waves that hurt the ears erupted from the thunder.

But in an instant, the sharp sound wave disappeared.

Poof.

Scarface's body staggered a little, and he almost fell to his knees, but he was on the knife with one hand, so he didn't really fall to his knees.

He gasped, his face a little pale.

Obviously, Fang Cai's knife is also quite a huge cost for him.

Wang Yan looked at him with a little surprise.

Although it had been expected for a long time, this Scarface was not just a simple sixth-level martial artist.

But at this moment, when he really saw this scarred face burst out with a power comparable to that of a martial artist in the Grandmaster realm in an instant, Wang Yan couldn't help but be surprised in his heart.

An elemental control martial artist has such a powerful secret technique.

This scarface is definitely a genius.

"Damn...... This group of parasitic monsters seems to be completely different from the sand jackals......

Scarface originally thought that this group of parasitic beasts summoned by the huge parasite just now, as long as he killed the parasite led by him, the rest of the alien beasts would disperse one after another.

But by this moment, the giant parasite had turned into powder.

The group of strange beasts around them still did not disperse, and they were still besieging the rest of the people.

Although the strength of this group of alien beasts is uneven, there are all kinds of alien beasts from level 2 to level 5.

But their numbers were too large, hundreds of beasts, even more than the sand jackals.

Under the siege at this moment, although several martial artists in the Wuji Martial Arts Hall were all sixth-level martial artists, many corpses had already fallen in front of them.

But it's still a bit unsupportable.

As for the little fat men Zhai Shaohui and Zhou Qing on the side, they are even more unbearable.

Although these two people are not comparable to ordinary fourth-level martial artists, they are far behind the few people in the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion.

Under the siege of many strange beasts around him, he has already shown some signs of exhaustion.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Wang Yan naturally noticed the embarrassment of the rest of the people.

He reached out and patted Scarface's shoulder, signaling that he didn't have to worry.

Stepping with his sword, he threw out a few sword flowers in the dark night.

Peng!

The next moment, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground and rushed out.

"Ahhh

The little fat man Zhai Shaohui was carrying the pillar like a demon-slaying pestle in his hand, and he was almost frantically beating a strange beast in front of him that looked like a cow and a camel.

The strange beast's eyes were blood-red and rolling, and his head twisted, and after avoiding the blow of the little fat man Zhai Shaohui, he suddenly opened his mouth, and between the rows of teeth, more than ten scarlet meat threads suddenly burst out, shooting towards the little fat man like lightning.

The little fat man was shocked, but just now the demon pestle was swung out, and it was the time when the old power was not exhausted and the new power was not born.

There is no way to defend back.

I could only watch as the more than ten scarlet meat threads spurted towards me.

Burst!

A crimson glow bloomed in the night, accompanied by a dull sound that rang out in the night.

The head of the strange beast was thrown high, and the more than ten scarlet meat threads quickly lost their strength, and they fell to the ground with the flying of the head of the strange beast.

The headless body of the beast also fell to its knees, silent.

"Brother Ember!"

The little fat man was still gasping for breath in shock, looking at Wang Yan in front of him, who was casually shaking off the blood beads on the blade.

"Don't talk nonsense, go help someone else."

Wang Yan didn't talk nonsense with him, just nodded at him, his figure flashed again, and disappeared in place.

The little fat man took a moment of respite and rushed into the battlefield again to help Zhou Qing deal with the strange beasts around him.

Whoop!

In the night, a red color flashed in the night sky like a swimming dragon, accompanied by blood fountains gushing and heads flying in the air.

Wang Ember was like a god of death in the night, his figure was ghostly, and everywhere he passed, accompanied by the screams of fierce beasts and the throwing of their heads, between the flashes of sword light, blood gushed out.

His sword, his movements, his strength, all of them are astounding.

Even a few people from the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion were shocked uncontrollably when they looked at the figure that was harvesting life in the night.

"This ...... This college student, is he so strong?"

"Isn't he just a freshman?"

"Just now he took a few attacks from the giant crocodile, I thought it was a fluke, but now it seems ...... This kid is clearly not weaker than a few of us!"

"Phew, it's not weaker than a few of us, keep your dog's eyes open, it's stronger than a few of us!"

With Wang Ash's entry, a strange beast was quickly killed by Wang Ember as if he was chopping melons and vegetables.

Several martial artists in the Wuji Martial Arts Pavilion were greatly relieved, and they finally had the energy to talk out loud at this time.

There was an uncontrollable shock in every voice.

Obviously, the strength displayed by Wang Ember had completely exceeded their expectations.

"This is the Ember from our school?"

On the other side, Zhou Congee and his party were supported by many warriors in the center.

Zhou Congee's eyes widened, looking at the figures that flickered and moved in the night, and the blood light burst out everywhere he passed.

She couldn't imagine that this was the freshman she had taught, who had just entered college!

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrifying......

Professor Yin on the other side praised again and again.

Chen Liang didn't speak, he looked at the inexplicable look flashing in Zhou Congee's eyes, and there was some unwillingness in his eyes.

Blood rained.

Wang Yan's body was like a frightened man, rushing into the crowd of strange beasts, and every wave of the hanging sun was accompanied by the rain of blood in the canopy.

One roar after another sounded around him, accompanied by one fierce wind after another.

But the strong wind couldn't touch the corners of Wang Ash's clothes at all, so he was slashed by Wang Ember with a sword blade, and the scarlet wind shook.

He is like a butterfly swimming in a flower, and his body flickered, with a deadly beauty.

The sun hangs in his hand, like a scythe of death, and with a wave, he quickly harvests the lives of one strange beast after another around him.

"Fun! Fun!"

His heart was roaring.

The swing of the long sword in his hand became more and more rounded and casual, as if it had become his other arm.

Despite the sword in his hand.

But at this time, he seemed to be one with the hanging sun in his hand.

Step, sword.

The body moves with the sword, and the sword moves with the heart.

At this moment, Wang Yan seemed to feel that all the senses on his body seemed to have stepped into another strange realm.

Every pore on the body seems to have the ability to sense the surroundings.

No need to look back, no need to look at it.

With the slightest movement of air in the air, one can clearly perceive the surging attack in all directions.

Roar!

There was a roar in front of him.

The two strange insects that looked like giant worms erupted into an astonishing roar, and when Wang Ember stepped forward, they suddenly drilled out of the sand behind Wang Ember, and the sharp mouthparts stabbed towards Wang Ember's heart.

Wang Yan didn't even look back at all, still maintaining the previous frequency, and stepped forward like lightning.

However, the hanging sun in his hand seemed to have eyes, Wang Yan stepped forward, but the hanging sun in his hand suddenly fell backwards, cutting out a stunning arc.

Whew!

Two muffled sounds into the flesh.

The headless corpses of the two monster worms fell, and there was a myriad of fishy stenchs

The yellow slime rises into the sky.

Wang Yan's face remained unchanged, and at the same time as the two monster insects fell, his steps continued to step, and the hanging sun in his hand quickly swept back.

Whew!

The two strange beasts in front of him who were about to cull them were killed by Wang Yan as if they were sweeping dust.

To put it mildly, even the scarred face who was still kneeling and gasping on the side was secretly frightened when he saw it in his eyes.

"This kid ......"

Scarface was shocked inexplicably.

Naturally, he could see it.

Wang Yan's actual strength was not that strong.

However, the strange beast that even a scarface couldn't kill in such an understatement, was easily killed in front of Wang Yan like layers of window paper.

The reason is not in strength.

It's about martial will!

This is the first time Scarface has seen such a sharp and terrifying martial will.

In his cognition, the greatest effect of martial arts will is nothing more than the increase in one's own strength and qi and blood.

In the final analysis, the role that martial arts will can play is just icing on the cake.

A martial artist who has condensed the will of the martial arts is certainly more powerful than a martial artist who has not condensed the will of the martial arts.

Even only by completely condensing the will of the martial arts can one truly step into the realm of the martial arts grandmaster.

But even a grandmaster.

What can really be transformed into combat effectiveness is still one's own strength and blood strength.

But right now, Wang Yan's way of fighting is simply subverting his three views.

Wang Yan was clearly fighting with a martial will.

His blood and qi were decayed, and his strength was unbearable.

But under the blessing of that razor-sharp martial will.

He was like a sword unsheathed.

There is no need for much strength.

Just slash forward.

Anything that touches him will be shattered by his razor-sharp will!

"Is this really a college student?"

Scarface had such a ridiculous idea in his mind.

Being able to condense the will of martial arts to such an extent can hardly be called a prototype.

Even if it was a grandmaster, he had never seen anyone with such a terrifying martial will.

What kind of monster is this Wang Ember, and why is he able to condense such a terrifying martial will at such a young age?

He didn't understand.

And just when Scarface was shocked in his heart.

On the battlefield, the voices had gradually subsided.

Qian Feng pulled out the war knife in his hand from the corpse of a strange beast, and blood flowed down the blade of the battle knife.

He looked up with a complicated expression.

There were no more beasts still standing.

The rest of the companions were also looking up at the field at this time.

In the night, the scarlet wind blows.

On the soft lakeside land, the corpses of alien beasts lay all over the ground, and the death of each corpse was strikingly similar.

A knife to the head!

Standing in the middle of the corpse, the young man with his back to the crowd was slowly exhaling. :

The crimson blade in his hand was as bright as ever in the night, without a trace of mottling.