When Wang Yan was about to land, he used the evil sword to support himself and did not let himself fall to the ground again.

The force caused him to slide backwards for more than a dozen feet.

The Upper Evil Sword carved a deep ravine in the stone slab.

The soles of Wang Yan's feet and the tip of his sword kept sparking.

As soon as he stopped his figure, he saw the figures of the five gray-clothed monks rushing towards him again, without any respite.

Wang Yan took out three more swords from the space bracelet and placed them in front of him, and the true yuan leaked to wrap these swords, and then pulled these swords up with the true yuan.

It took a lot of effort for the divine sense to control these three swords, and as soon as he hung these swords in the air, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Wang Yan's forehead, but he had no other way, he couldn't be like the gray-clothed monk who could separate the doppelganger to fight the enemy, and he could only rely on the number of swords to barely fight the enemy.

A loud shout.

With a sword tied in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, Wang Yan, who was hovering these three swords around him, charged towards the figure of the five gray-clothed monks rushing towards him at the same time.

It was just a moment for the six figures to fight together again.

Wang Yan's divine sense diversion, controlling these three swords, carefully confronted the three gray-clothed monks behind him, and the two in front of him used his left and right hands to continue the moves.

No matter how careful he was, he was directly attacked by several attacks, and he already felt that many of his viscera had been broken, but he still persisted.

In a hurry, a monk's staff appeared silently above Wang Yan's head, and fell with a blow, hitting Wang Yan's head.

Wang Yan suddenly felt that the whole world was spinning, and his steps involuntarily took five or six steps back, just in front of the three gray-clothed monks behind him.

Without the support of Wang Yan's consciousness, the three swords were crumbling in the air, with no attack power.

Seeing this, the three gray-clothed monks directly knocked these swords into the air, and these swords were nailed into the wall dozens of meters away.

Wang Yan's consciousness alone was not enough to pull these swords out from under the wall, and the three swords had completely lost their effect.

Wang Yan approached the three gray-clothed monks, and the whole person was so dazed that he almost lost consciousness.

The three said that Wang Yan had not yet recovered his senses, and clamped his left arm, right arm, and right leg with the monk's staff that was broken into two knots.

The last remaining left leg was also caught by another gray-clothed monk who came quickly.

Even if Wang Yan was able to recover at this time, he couldn't move a bit. The gray-clothed monk with a complete monk's staff stood quietly in front of Wang Yan.

The monk's staff in his hand emitted a thousand golden rays of light, attacking towards Wang Yan's right arm, which was still moving.

There was a "click", and it was the sound of bones shattering.

"Ah......h

The right arm is no longer in shape, and some bone spurs have pierced the skin directly.

His right arm was shattered more thoroughly than his left, and his right arm drooped like a sponge.

Wang Yan's arm was shattered, and there was no possibility of resisting at all.

"If you surrender and admit defeat, I will directly let you out of the tower and suffer less flesh and skin. The gray-clothed monk standing in front of Wang Yan looked at Wang Yan coldly, and he couldn't tell whether it was compassion or sympathy.

He was already very happy today, and the people who fought with him a few times ago couldn't even catch his three sticks of Buddhism, so they were directly beaten out of the tower.

Wang Yan is very strong, stronger than ordinary people, but it is still not enough to match him.

Wang Yan grinned, blood dripping down the corners of his mouth, looking terrifying.

Although his arms were broken and his organs were wounded, it was impossible for him to surrender.

Wang Luomei is still waiting for him to take Master Delu back for treatment, even if there is no hope, he still won't give up.

There is only one sister left in his family, and the elder brother can't let his sister fall asleep all the time.

My sister is still young, she hasn't lived a good life yet, and she hasn't become a biological child yet, so she can't just sleep until she dies.

Wang Yan laughed silently, and what he wanted to say was already unclear.

The gray-clothed monk standing in front of him snorted coldly, "I think you don't know enough about the gap between your strength and my strength, so I'll let you see what the gap is." ”

The gray-clothed monk hit Wang Yan's right leg with another cane.

As a result, it is conceivable that the bone of Wang Yan's right leg was shattered by the blow.

The beads of sweat on Wang Yan's face kept dripping down like rain, but he didn't snort, just stared coldly at the gray-clothed monk in front of him.

"Is that the power you are talking about?" Wang Yan endured the sharp pain and squeezed out the sentence from his throat.

"Dare to speak out. The monk was completely enraged by Wang Yan's words, and the monk's staff in his hand hit Wang Yan's other leg.

With a "boom", Wang Yan knelt directly in front of the gray-clothed monk with weak legs.

"Your limbs have been ruined by me, and there is no reason not to admit defeat. ”

The gray-clothed monk looked at Wang Yan condescendingly.

Wang Yan raised his head and looked at him, his proud gaze still refusing to surrender.

"Stupid arrogance will only make you die miserably" The gray-clothed monk didn't wait for Wang Yan to speak, and directly kicked him in the chest.

The monk's staff that clamped Wang Yan's limbs was directly shaken away, and Wang Yan and the others kept dragging on the ground. Then it slammed into the wall.

The gray-clothed monk's kick just now hit Wang Yan's heart.

Wang Yan felt a feeling of palpitations, and his heart was pounding.

A wisp of gas flowed out of his heart and flowed through his body along his meridians.

His body heated up sharply, and the sweat on his body was instantly evaporated.

Wang Yan's body was shrouded in moisture, and even the air around him began to heat hot.

His muscles began to dehydrate, and the pain in his limbs became more intense.

Wang Yan gritted his teeth, and his gums were bitten blood. The lips began to crack, like a dry riverbed, with fissures in the middle of the line.

Wang Yan felt a hunger and thirst that he had never felt before.

He could feel the gas rapidly recovering from his injuries.

The gray-clothed monk looked at the blazing space, and for some reason, he felt a trace of fear, Wang Yan's current aura was extremely powerful, so powerful that it was almost beyond the scope of ascending to the Immortal Realm.

However, his cultivation is still only the beginning and back realm of Chengtian.

How can you have so much energy?

If it weren't for Wang Yan not wanting to waste the number of times of the Wanyuan Spirit Body, the gray-clothed monk would have been beaten down a long time ago, and he still wanted to try his limit to where it was.

Wang Yan's body kept making a "click" body.

That gas kept correcting the position of Wang Yan's bones, and kept repairing the direct gaps of Wang Yan's bones.

Although it was painful, Wang Yan could still endure it.

The gray-clothed monk could also feel that Wang Yan's limbs were recovering rapidly, but he was shocked by Wang Yan's momentum just now, and he didn't make a move.

Now watching Wang Yan recover little by little, if he doesn't do it, I'm afraid it's too late.

Summoning up their courage, the five gray-clothed monks attacked Wang Yan again.