Wang Yan clenched the evil sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the sea of people in front of him, and roared: "If you die in the former, don't think that I, Wang Yan, will not kill." ”

Ignoring Wang Yan's threat, these continued to approach Wang Yan unimpressedly.

Wang Yan wanted to kill someone, so he killed someone.

A sword slashed out, and clouds appeared behind him, and the warm soft light illuminated the faces of many people, elongating their figures.

This light shines on people's hearts, and at the same time, it can take life and death from people.

This move is the second form of the Upper Evil Sword Technique, rising towards the clouds.

The person who was illuminated by the soft light on his face was already in a different place before he could enjoy the temperature of the light.

A sword slashed out, and three thousand people died.

The gushing blood stained the land blood-red.

Seeing that someone was really dead, the monks who were blocking Wang Yan's footsteps stopped.

Only now do they feel scared.

Wang Yan really kills people, and he didn't lie to them before.

No one dared to take a step forward.

The deterrence brought to them by Wang Yan's sword just now was too great, and three thousand corpses were still lying in front of them.

A stream of blood has appeared at their feet, and this stream is like a dividing point between life and death, and those who try to cross this stream are bound to die.

When it comes to death, people are afraid.

Wang Yan didn't have much time to spend with them, and with two swings of his evil sword, he cut off three pairs of arms that were still clutching his legs.

Xuan Ziyi, the city lord of Yuyin City, saw all this in his eyes, and he knew that once Wang Yan moved his murderous intent, these really lowly monks would not be able to keep Wang Yan.

It's not that you can't keep it, if you want to keep this 300,000 monks, there will be 200,000 or more people who will pay the price of their lives.

As the lord of the city, if hundreds of thousands of monks die in the city under his jurisdiction every day, then he does not have to do the position of the lord of the city.

Xuan Ziyi flew in front of Wang Yan, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It is worthy of being a disciple of Beijian Villa, the future owner of the village, Wang Shaoxia's battle just now was really exciting, and it really impressed Xuan." ”

Wang Yan looked at Xuan Ziyi coldly, he didn't know who Xuan Ziyi was, but he also knew the truth that the comer was not good.

Xuan Ziyi turned his head to the 200,000 monks behind him and said, "Since I have already come, you don't have to worry about it here." Let's get out of here. ”

The monks glanced at Xuan Ziyi, then at Wang Yan in the distance and nodded. Some bold people also quietly approached Wang Yan's side and took away the wailing monks on the ground.

Soon all the irrelevant monks had left, and only the three thousand corpses were still on display.

"The people are gone, and I think we can talk. Xuan Ziyi's eyes were not as kind as before, but full of indifference.

He is also under the pressure brought by those big shots, and letting Wang Yan leave like this will have a great impact on his future career.

"I don't think we have anything to talk about, if you let me go, get out of the way, if you don't let me go, I'll defeat you and leave. Wang Yan sounded like he was talking big, and he could clearly perceive Xuan Ziyi's true cultivation, which was the realm of ascending to the Immortals, but he had experienced a lot and seen many big people, and he really didn't take Xuan Ziyi in his eyes.

It's not that he hasn't killed him in the realm of ascending to the Immortal Queen, and he has killed several.

Xuan Ziyi began to laugh heartily after hearing Wang Yan's words, as if he had heard the funniest joke, even his body bent down, pointed at Wang Yan with his finger, and then pointed at himself and asked, "Do you know what kind of cultivation I have?"

Wang Yan said calmly: "Ascend to the late stage of the Immortal Realm." ”

"What about you?" Xuan Ziyi continued.

"The early days of Ascending Wonderland. Wang Yan did not hesitate to say his cultivation.

"You are not only in the early stage of ascending to the Immortal Realm, but also in the early stage of ascending the Immortal Realm, and you have not yet felt the power of the immortals, and you want to cross two small realms to fight with me, do you know what these two small realms mean to you? It means that you can not cross the chasm of the three thousand poles of the prancing horse, and it means the peak that you can not see when you stand at the foot of the mountain. You think you can beat me. Xuan Ziyi's face showed a look of mockery, he had also seen Wang Yan's sword slashing the heavenly tribulation before, and he couldn't even withstand a move before that kind of power. However, Wang Yan had already used the power of the Wanyuan Spirit Body, so he was no longer a threat, and Xuan Ziyi dared to stand in front of him.

"I'm afraid you haven't finished the deeds you have heard, I was able to kill ten demons who ascended to the Immortal Realm with one sword when I was in the first realm of Chengtian, do you think your strength is stronger than these ten demons combined?" Wang Yan wiped the blood stains stained on the Upper Evil Sword with his torn clothes, and the sword body was wiped with a sparkling glow, Wang Yan was ready for battle.

Xuan Ziyi's eyes condensed slightly, he naturally knew that Wang Yan had such a record, the world knew Wang Yan's exploits, as the city lord, he knew more details than ordinary people, he knew that Wang Yan relied on a sword move containing the power of heaven and earth, but the only drawback of this sword move was that the charging time was too long, and Xuan Ziyi would not be stupid enough to give Wang Yan enough time to perform this terrifying sword move.

"Then it's up to you to use that sword move. ”

Xuan Ziyi took the lead regardless of his demeanor as a senior.

As soon as he makes a move, Wang Yan is not a fuel-efficient junior, and he must make Wang Yan lose his ability to fight in a very short time.

Xuan Ziyi ran forward six steps, and each step that came into contact with the ground would form a spiderweb-like crack.

The power comes from the feet, and the power is instantly sunk into the tip of the knife.

With a span of six steps, Xuan Ziyi had already come to Wang Yan, with one foot as a fulcrum, leaning around and jumping, transmitting all the power of his body to the heavy dragon bird knife in his hand.

slashed at Wang Yan with the momentum of opening and closing.

Wang Yan has a horizontal sword in his body, and for this kind of move, he can't dodge it, so he can only take it hard.

Temporarily borrowed the dragon qi that protected Wang Luomei, forming a light curtain in front of him, and his own true yuan was also condensed in the sword body to form a second line of defense.

A knife fell, and the momentum was like Mount Tai pressing the top.

The dragon qi was not broken, but Wang Yan's body was like being hit by a wild horse that was running wild.

All the bones in the body felt a sharp soreness, and it took more than thirty zhang to counteract the power of the Dragon Sparrow Knife on the dragon qi just now.

The strongest Open Heaven Technique could not be used, Wang Yan could only use the Evil Sword Technique obtained in the True Dragon Clan, and in the face of such an opponent, he could just test the power of the sword move.

With a sword swing, a white sword light flashed from the sword body, and a blood-red sunset appeared in the sky in the distance.

It is the third form of the Upper Evil Sword Technique, the sunset.

As the sword light got closer and closer to the sunset, the color of the sword light also changed to blood red.

Even Xuan Ziyi smelled a smell of blood when he looked at the blood-red sword light.

"The moves are good, but unfortunately the strength is too small, and it is not enough to defeat me. Xuan Ziyi held the knife in his right hand, his arm rotated inward, and the blade of the knife obliquely fell to the right side of his body, reaching the middle and front of the blade. The tip of the knife is pointed forward, so that the arm is at an angle to the blade.

He actually wanted to intercept a sword light with the momentum of intercepting the sword.

The dragon sparrow knife slashed at the center of the sword light, slashing in two.

The two sword lights that still had the remaining strength fell to the ground, stirring up countless dust.