Fang Yan and Ling Jingyao were horrified, neither of them spoke, they all set off at the same time in tacit understanding, fell straight down, and then acted separately, sending out one of their strongest attacks, wanting to block the attacks that fell on the disciples below.

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, faster than those few attacks, and in the blink of an eye, the figures of the two were already close to the ground.

"Boom!"

The two of them moved almost at the same time, condensing a huge wall of vitality below. Just to cover those disciples.

"Bang bang ......"

As soon as the wall appeared, one after another powerful attacks fell in a powerful manner, emitting bursts of piercing roars.

"Smack!"

At the moment when the last attack fell, the wall of vitality condensed by the two of them finally shattered and disappeared into mid-air.

"You think you can stop it?" Hall Master Ling sneered.

Neither of them spoke, nor did they move.

"Huh!"

A burst of vitality flashed out in the Ling Hall Master's hand, and then, he waved his palm lightly.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang and dust flying. The hill below was a wasteland.

This is the center of Qingzhu Pavilion, Ling Jingyao's habitat.

Fang Yan stared at the wasteland for a moment, then turned his head to look at Ling Jingyao.

Ling Jingyao stood motionless, because she was wearing a cloak, he couldn't see her face, but it was undeniable that she was obviously uncomfortable at this time.

For her, this mountain is her home, and it is obviously uncomfortable to watch her home destroyed and unable to do anything about it.

"Kill them all." After destroying the mountain, the Lord of the Spirit Hall directly issued an order to kill without mercy.

The people behind didn't speak, but they moved at the same time, waving their palms, and flew towards those Qingzhu Pavilion disciples who were still fleeing for their lives in different directions.

"Wait a minute!" The dialect suddenly shouted.

"It's late!" The Spirit Hall Master's eyes lit up violently, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sinister smile.

"If a disciple dies in the Qingzhu Pavilion, I will trade this treasure with the Star Palace." Fang Yan waved his palm, and his figure rushed in front of the Lord of the Spirit Palace.

"Stop!" The Spirit Hall Lord snorted lightly, then looked at Fang Yan and said, "Are you threatening me?" ”

"You can think so." Fang Yan said expressionlessly.

"You want me to just let it go?" Hall Master Ling laughed, pointed to the crowd of onlookers and said, "Under the gaze of so many people, you want me to go back like this because of your threatening words? ”

"I can't give you the thing you want, but I can give you this." As soon as Fang Yan's palm flipped, a transparent blade appeared in his hand.

"Intermediate spirit weapon?" Hall Master Ling laughed, "Dialect, dialect, a mid-level spiritual weapon wants to send me away?" ”

"If you don't feel satisfied, I can add some more yuan stones, the best yuan stones." Fang Yan said in a deep voice, but the corner of his eye glanced into the distance without a trace, and his heart was secretly anxious.

"Are you stalling for time?" Although he made this action very subtlely, it was still captured by the Ling Hall Lord.

"Are you waiting for help?"

"What kind of rescuers do you think I'll have?" Fang Yan's face did not change, and he asked rhetorically.

"Either hand over the things, or you'll run away like a lost dog now." As he spoke, the Ling Hall Lord moved his palm and launched a direct attack on him.

"Do it!"

The figures of the several Spirit Hall elders who had just stopped moved again, and one after another fierce Yuan Qi energy fell downwards like raindrops.

"Bang bang bang!"

A scream suddenly rang out in this space.

Among those disciples of the Qingzhu Pavilion, the strongest ones were only in the late stage of the Soul Condensation Realm, and even most of them were still in the strength of the Yuan Qi Stage, and in the face of the attack of the elders of the Spirit Hall, they had only one fate.

Die!

screamed and screamed, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

In just two blinks of an eye, dozens of disciples in the Qingzhu Pavilion had already died.

Fang Yan dodged the attack of the Spirit Hall Master, and attacked the nearest elder with red eyes. It's just that there are as many as seven or eight people in the Spirit Hall, and there are only two of them.

Even if he and Ling Jingyao were each involved in one person, the screams below were still continuing.

The tongues are angry, furious!

"Give me death!" He suddenly let out a loud shout, and a blood-red long sword came out of his hand, and then swelled rapidly.

"Huh!"

The mid-strength Spirit Hall Elder who was fighting against him had not even fully reacted before he had already been pierced by this long sword.

"You...... Mmmm......mm

The man's eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something, but only a whine came out of his mouth, and then he shook and fell limpantly.

The other Spirit Hall elders seemed to notice something unusual, and they all glanced in his direction, just in time to see the elder with a hole in his chest planted headlong.

Almost subconsciously, everyone stopped attacking in their hands, and there was silence all around.

Even the Spirit Hall Master looked at him with a shocked expression.

"High-grade spirit weapons?"

In the distance, I don't know who shouted.

"Shhh

There was a gasp for air. Everyone looked at Fang Yan with a shocked expression.

No one thought that this young man would be able to take out a high-grade spiritual weapon. That's a high-level spiritual weapon, and they don't even know if there is a high-level spiritual weapon on this island.

"You actually have a high-level spiritual weapon." The hall master of the Spirit Hall came back to his senses suddenly, and his surprise was mixed with a hint of excitement.

"Fang Yan, if you give me this high-grade spiritual weapon, I can let you go."

"All of you deserve to die." Fang Yan withdrew the spiritual weapon and said coldly.

Not far away, Ling Jingyao quickly flew to his side, standing side by side with him, and did not speak. But from her trembling body, you can also see how angry and frightened she is at this time.

"This is your last chance." The hall master of the Spirit Hall suddenly darkened, "If you don't let go, all the disciples of Qingzhu Pavilion will die." Including Ling Jingyao. ”

Fang Yan sneered.

"You can escape, but Ling Jingyao can't escape."

The sneer on Fang Yan's face became more and more intense, his face became more and more gloomy, his eyes became more and more fierce, and his murderous intent was revealed.

"Do you have anything to say?" Fang Yan suddenly asked Ling Jingyao beside him.

Ling Jingyao was silent for a moment, and then, a cold word spat out of her mouth.

"If you can, please kill him."

This he, naturally, refers to the master of the Spirit Palace.

Fang Yan smiled, and the spiritual weapon in his hand suddenly shone brightly.

"Woohoo!"

But at this moment, several sharp wind-breaking sounds suddenly came from a distance.