There was a sudden silence around for a moment, and both the elders of the Spirit Hall and the Giant Spirit Gate looked in the direction of the dialect, and then couldn't help but shiver, and a cold sweat broke out.

In the distance, the onlookers were dumbfounded, you look at me, I look at you, they all saw a trace of horror in the eyes of the other party, and the person who was still holding some ideas just now secretly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and completely extinguished the little caution in his heart.

From the beginning, no one thought that in just a quarter of an hour, the Spirit Hall had already lost two elders. No one thought that the dialect would be so strong, so strong that it was shocking. They didn't even expect that this young man named Fang Yan would really dare to kill the people of the Spirit Palace.

Ling Diantian and Bai Fengshan were obviously also aware of the situation over there, and their hearts shook slightly.

Unlike Ling Diantian's gloomy face, Bai Fengshan's face became more and more crazy, and the attacks in his hands became faster and faster, and he didn't know if he was inspired by the dialect.

Holding the spirit weapon in his hand, Fang Yan looked around, and after seeing that all the elders of the Spirit Hall were already attacking by the elders of the Giant Spirit Sect, he moved his gaze to Ling Diantian, who was fighting against Baifeng Mountain.

"Whew!"

Ling Jingyao's figure flashed past him, and she actually rushed directly towards Ling Diantian.

"Come back." Fang Yan's face changed, and he quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

Ling Jingyao struggled twice, but did not break free.

"You're no match for him." Fang Yan said expressionlessly.

"I have to get an explanation for these dead disciples." Ling Jingyao's voice was calm, so calm that some people were afraid.

"You're no match for him." The dialect repeats a sentence.

Ling Jingyao didn't speak, but her arm kept struggling, trying to break free from his hand.

Fang Yan glanced at her, and after a moment of silence, he looked at the elders of the Spirit Hall and said, "Let's break his left wing and right arm first, with Baifeng Mountain, it is impossible for him to escape." ”

Ling Jingyao suddenly stopped struggling, but did not speak.

Fang Yan said: "Ling Diantian is not something you can deal with, if you step forward like this, not only will you not be able to avenge your disciples, but you may also be put into it." ”

"Let go of me." Ling Jingyao said softly.

Fang Yan stared at her for a moment, then released his palm.

Ling Jingyao stood quietly in place, not rushing towards Ling Diantian, nor rushing towards the other elders of the Spirit Hall, but instead looking down.

After a moment, her figure moved and she fell straight down.

Fang Yan sighed lightly, glanced at the battle circle between Ling Diantian and Baifeng Mountain, and knew that the two of them were equal in strength, and it was impossible to tell the winner in a short period of time.

He didn't want to join their battle circle, his body moved, and he rushed directly towards the nearest Spirit Hall Elder, and at the same time, the spirit weapon in his hand also suddenly enlarged, rushing straight away like an arrow from the string, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The Spirit Hall Elder was horrified, after seeing that two people under his door had died one after another under this high-level spirit weapon, where did he dare to contact him, after trying his best to force the Giant Spirit Gate Elder who was entangled in him to retreat, his body moved, and he actually fled directly into the distance.

The elder of the Giant Spirit Gate wanted to catch up, but after sensing the attack of the dialect, he retreated very wisely as if he had some scruples.

He didn't see Fang Yan kill the first elder of the Spirit Palace, but when he killed the second one, he saw it clearly, and he was also very jealous of this young man who was much younger than himself.

The Spirit Hall Elder retreated sharply, exerting his speed to the extreme, but as soon as he escaped two or three feet away, several transparent fist shadows appeared in front of him without warning, sealing his retreat.

The elders of the Spirit Hall were shocked, and a spiritual weapon stabbed out.

"Smack!"

The oncoming transparent fist shadow was brutally defeated.

The Elder of the Spirit Hall shook his body, passed diagonally through the two fist shadows on the left and the right, and ran wildly again.

Fang Yan sneered, didn't make any more movements, and stood in place expressionlessly.

Although the Spirit Hall Elder was already running wildly with all his might, his speed was obviously much slower compared to the high-level spirit weapon, and in just two breaths, the high-level spirit weapon quietly appeared in front of him.

Everyone who noticed this scene held their breath.

The Spirit Hall Elder was obviously aware of this scene, but even so, he didn't have the courage to stop, and he ran forward with a frightened face, trying to get rid of the killing of this spirit weapon. Just now, his companion had already told him with practical actions that with their strength, it was impossible to stop this spiritual weapon.

It's a pity that even if he runs desperately, he can't escape death.

"Whew!"

With a soft thud, the artifact pierced through his chest, leaving a hole two fingers wide.

This is the third Spirit Hall Elder who died at the hands of Fang Yan.

A person with mid-stage strength can't be an opponent of dialects at all, and he can even kill him with late-stage strength, so how can mid-stage strength escape from him?

Not to mention that he now has a high-level spiritual weapon and a high-level technique, even before he went to Beast Island, a person with the same level of strength could not be his opponent.

Looking at the Spirit Hall Elder who was about to fall, everyone present felt an inexplicable chill, and some people couldn't help but tremble, and their gaze towards Fang Yan became even more solemn.

Three lives, let them understand that unless it is someone stronger than him, otherwise, if they really fight him, there will be no way to live.

"Choke!"

The high-level spirit weapon that had just let the soul of a Spirit Hall elder return to the Western Heaven did not stop for a moment, and with a light turn in mid-air, it stabbed towards another elder of the Spirit Hall.

The Spirit Hall Elder was so frightened that he dared to hesitate, and he didn't care that his opponent was still sending out a domineering attack, so he actually passed through the opponent's strong attack and fled towards Ling Diantian, shouting hoarsely.

"Hall Master!"

Ling Diantian also saw that his subordinates had already lost three elders, and they all died in the hands of the high-grade spirit weapon of Fang Yan, he wanted to help, but under the crazy attack of Baifeng Mountain, he couldn't get out at all. Seeing that another elder was about to die at the hands of Fang Yan, he was so anxious that he could still calm down, and after sending out a strong attack to force Baifeng Mountain back, his body shook and he rushed towards the elder.

At this time, he also faintly regretted in his heart, regretting that he didn't kill or force him away when he first saw Fang Yan, at that time, there were so many people in the Spirit Hall, even if Fang Yan had a high-level spirit weapon on his body, it was impossible to take any advantage, let alone kill his elders.

At the moment, it is good, in just half a quarter of an hour, the elders of the Spirit Hall have been killed one after another, even if he can eat the Qingzhu Pavilion today, it will not be enough to make up for the losses suffered by the Spirit Palace.