The scene fell silent for a while, and these monks thought that Wang Yan would accept their persuasion and consciously hand over the witch to clear their relationship with the witch.

From their point of view, this is the best option.

Wang Yan kept saying that Wang Luomei was his own sister, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that how could a human race and a demon clan be brother and sister, take a step back and say, what if it is a brother and sister.

In the face of this situation, in front of his own good future, his own sister can also give up, and there is nothing that cannot be given up for immortal cultivators, except for their own lives.

I never thought that Wang Yan's attitude would be so tough, for the sake of a demon woman who was not related by blood, she would not hesitate to choose to be the enemy of the human race.

Everyone admired Wang Yan's courage and was not ashamed of his stupidity.

After a brief silence, the two sides began to confront each other, and the atmosphere was unusually tense.

Wang Yan's imperial sword took a step forward, and the weapons in the hands of the three thousand five hundred monks opposite him tightened.

Battles could break out at any time, and they were ready to fight Wang Yan at any time.

The picture of Wang Yan cutting off the Thunder Dragon was still vivid, even if the three thousand five hundred of them stood in front of Wang Yan, they were still not 100% sure that they would be able to leave Wang Yan.

Is he ready to die, as he himself said?

No one wants to die, everyone wants to live well, at this moment they are standing in front of Wang Yan, they will die, many people will die, and most of the dead will be monks from the Wind Realm.

If Wang Yan slashed out the sword against the Thunder Dragon again, these True Elements of the Wind Realm would not even be able to withstand the pressure of that sword, and the moment the sword move was cut down, all of these Wind Guardian Realm monks might turn into blood foam.

Everyone was afraid of death, and everyone didn't take a step back, even the monks below the fifth rank who were 300,000 on the ground didn't retreat.

They raised their heads and waited for the follow-up of the matter, once Wang Yan made a move, they would also sacrifice their meager strength, use crowd tactics, and use their lives to fill Wang Yan behind.

What they want to leave behind is not Wang Yan, but Wang Luomei behind him, who is a great disaster for the future of the human race.

In the face of righteousness, fear of death is not afraid of death.

The eldest husband is not afraid of death.

......

And just like that, both sides had to take this final step. The eyes of the Chengtian Hou Realm cultivator began to become indifferent, and he took another step forward without fear of Wang Yan's threat, and said, "Wang Shaoxia, don't be obsessed. ”

Wang Yan ignored the words of the cultivator of the Chengtian Queen's Realm, and holding the Upper Evil Sword across his chest was already his best answer.

The Chengtian Houjing Realm monk sighed, but he didn't expect Wang Yan to finally stand on the opposite side of the human race, he raised his left hand and waved it forward, shouting at the monks behind him: "Attack, be sure to leave Wang Yan and the witch in Yuyin City." The seniors must have known the news here, they are coming, as long as we delay until the arrival of the seniors, it will be our victory. ”

"Killing" 3,500 monks rushed towards Wang Yan at the same time.

The weapons in the hands of these monks shone with this colorful light, and it was their true essence that was running in the weapons.

As soon as he made a move, he made his strongest move, and he didn't slack off at all.

It was also the first time for Wang Yan to see so many monks making moves at the same time, and their opponent was still himself, and the momentum of these monks condensed together was no less than facing a giant beast in the wilderness.

The entire void was shaken by the collective killing cry of the three thousand five hundred monks.

A bright yellow air flow appeared on Wang Yan's body, which was a wisp of dragon qi that had been hidden in his dantian, but he did not use the dragon qi on his body, but used the dragon qi to wrap Wang Luomei's body.

When he fights with thousands of people, he will definitely not have time to take care of Wang Luomei, and the dragon qi will be the best defense, if it is not for the full force of the Chengtian Hou Realm cultivator, it will be difficult to cut the dragon qi away.

Wang Yan stepped on the void and held a long sword in his hand.

The first sword is the first form of the Upper Evil Sword Technique, the Lingyun Thorn.

The tip of the sword flickered with a faint cold light, and the person he wanted to stab was the strongest of these monks, the monk of the Celestial Queen's Realm.

As soon as the sword passed, one sword shadow after another appeared behind him.

Before one move, Wang Yanyou used the second move, Ten Thousand Swords Phantom.

Ten thousand sword shadows appeared in the air like a sword dragon, and Wang Yan's location was the place where the dragon head was.

Wang Yan's throat swelled, a dragon groan sounded, and the stegosaurus in the air seemed to come to life, swinging its body at will.

Like dragon scales, those sword shadows left the stegosaurus' body one by one and attacked the different monks.

Wang Yan not only wants to shoot his sword against the strongest, he also wants to use his sword against all the monks in the sky.

He did, and the shadow of the sword flew towards every monk who attacked him.

Although the strength of these sword shadows was only one percent of Wang Yan's own strength, it was also something that those Wind Realm cultivators could not bear.

No matter how the Wind Realm monk resisted, he was pierced through his chest by the sword shadow.

After a sword, the real anger is dispersed.

No Wind Guardian Realm monk can stay in the air safely.

The three thousand three hundred Wind Guardians fell to the ground like falling geese, and the shadow of the sword on their chest vanished, leaving a terrifying sword wound through which their beating hearts could be faintly seen.

Wang Yan didn't let the sword shadow penetrate their hearts, but deviated by an inch. He didn't really want to put these to death, Wang Yan, who was also a human race, didn't want to kill him, just let him lose his combat power.

The 300,000 monks on the ground spontaneously gathered together to form a layer of humanoid meat cushions to catch these fallen Wind Realm monks.

When the monk of the Sea Viewing Realm saw the sword shadow attacking, he immediately turned from attack to defense and released his true qi to form a defense in front of him.

Although the sword moves were taken over by Kankan, they also suffered a lot of internal injuries in their bodies, and several Sea Viewing Realm monks were also defeated by Wang Yan's sword shadows falling from the sky.

These monks who were looking at Wang Yan at this time were all filled with fear, and only when they really fought him did they know how terrible he was, and sure enough, there was no void under his fame.

The cultivators of the Chengtian Realm could easily block Wang Yan's sword shadow attack. After blocking the attack, these people also launched an attack on Wang Yan.

However, the most difficult thing is to stand at the forefront of the Heavenly Realm Monks.

Lingyun stabbed and took it without his life.

Watching Wang Yan stab with a sword, the Chengtian Queen Realm monk gathered the true yuan of his whole body in one axe.

The tip of his sword was five feet from his chest, and his tomahawk slashed.

The blade of the axe hits the tip of the sword just once.

Nothing seemed to happen, and both the sword and the axe were forbidden in the air.

Tiny cracks appeared inside the invisible tomahawk.

The battle axe of the Heavenly Queen Realm cultivator is not low-grade, and it is a high-level spiritual weapon. However, the Upper Evil Sword opposite it was a mid-level artifact.

The tomahawk suddenly exploded and shattered.

The palms of the Heavenly Queen Realm cultivators were blown up with blood by the battle axe.