This sound was inaudible at first, and then gradually became louder, and even the immortal cultivators watching from a distance could hear it clearly.

Everyone stared intently at the Jin man lying on the ground, and all of them were so surprised that Zhao Yan, who was likely to be resurrected, forgot to breathe, and at the same time held weapons to guard against any unexpected situation that might happen at any time.

Wang Yanming looked vigilant, took out a long knife from the lucky bag, and slashed directly at Zhao Yan's body.

A low, muffled explosion rang out, as if a hammer had hit the drum.

Wang Yanming's long knife seemed to have touched a piece of cowhide with excellent elasticity and toughness, falling down violently, bounced up violently, and fluttered a burst of dust on Zhao Yan's robe.

Suddenly, Wang Yanming was shocked, and the engraved cultivation burst out with his breath, and he quickly retreated.

Everyone saw a purple-gold figure following suit, holding a sword in his hand and heading straight to Wang Yanming's throat.

This move was really like a thunderstorm, shocking the audience!

Zhao Yan's speed is so fast, almost instantaneous!

After Wang Yanming calmed down, he immediately stopped retreating, tilted his head slightly to the side, picked up the treasure knife in his hand, and the golden Dao qi on the knife body rolled and slashed towards the top of Zhao Yan's head.

As soon as Zhao Yan saw Wang Yanming dodging, there was another attack above his head, and he was ready to fight back in an instant.

He didn't dodge, nor did he draw his sword to defend himself against the overhead attack, but slashed the sword in his hand horizontally, and slashed at Wang Yanming's shoulder again with an oblique sweeping posture.

The figures of the two sides seemed to be static for an instant, and Zhao Yan's sword was falling to Wang Yanming's neck, and Wang Yanming's sword also fell above Zhao Yan's head.

Both sides lose, or both end up, or one side wins, at this moment it is extremely exciting.

"Ah!", Wang Yanming screamed miserably, and his figure fell.

One of his arms was actually cut off by Zhao Yansheng.

There was a rain of golden blood scattered in the sky, emitting a little light, but it was extremely miserable.

After all, Wang Yanming was a step slower, and Zhao Yan took the lead, and then completely lost his ability to fight under the pain

Zhao Yan's body moved, and in front of Wang Yanming, who had not yet fallen to the ground, a sword was cut down from the sky and fell into Wang Yanming's head.

Poof! This sword was cut off from the top of Wang Yanming's head and withdrawn from Wang Yanming's lower body.

Wang Yanming looked at Zhao Yan, a chill welled up in his heart, and his eyes showed endless horror.

This fear had already covered up the pain in Wang Yanming's body.

"Ah!", Wang Yanming screamed miserably.

Wang Yanming was cut in half by Zhao Yan's sword.

The two halves of the body fell to the ground, the golden blood flowed out, and Wang Yanming, who had the aura of the golden Dao, was completely killed by Zhao Yan!

Zhao Yan was fierce and murderous, and the immortal cultivators in the audience just looked at it from a distance, and they felt a burst of shock.

Wang Yanming has fallen!

Among the onlookers in the distance, there were only Jin Dan cultivation and a small number of engraved cultivation, and when they heard Wang Yanming's last terrible roar, they immediately dispersed in a hurry, and fled into the distance without looking back.

The few engraved seal cultivators led by him were even more afraid, and even Wang Yanming was ruthlessly killed by Zhao Yan, and his soul was scattered, how could they make a move?

Zhao Yan slowly turned his head, stared at a few of them with murderous intent, and said, "Your master is dead, now it's your turn, are you ready to die!"

A trace of decisiveness flashed in the eyes of the immortal cultivator at the head, and he roared: "Running now is also a dead end, everyone sets up a formation, as long as you wait for the great immortal cultivator of Derivation to come to help, you can live!"

Zhao Yan smiled disdainfully, his body turned into a streamer, as fast as thunder, and he rushed towards several people with murderous energy.

The five engraved immortal cultivators quickly distanced themselves into horns, and their palms quickly wiped around their waists, and each of them had an extra order flag in their palms.

As soon as the order flag came out, the power was overflowing, and a violent and majestic killing intent rose to the sky.

Five Formation Treasures!

No one quickly threw the Ling Qi out, turned into a long rainbow, and stopped Zhao Yan's road, and the three Ling Qi rolled around Zhao Yan, exuding an earth-shattering coercion.

"Trapped Demon Array!", the five of them roared, pinched the magic trick in their hands, and their fingertips burst out a white heaven and earth qi into the order flag.

The Ling Qi was possessed by the qi of this white heaven and earth, and instantly grew longer and larger, nearly one person tall.

There seemed to be a mysterious connection between the three flags, and between the turns, the qi of heaven and earth was permeated, and the roar of wild beasts continued.

Zhao Yan was full of murderous energy, a pair of eyes stared at the left and right Ling Qi, it was naturally very simple for him to break this trapped demon formation, the other party's strength was not as good as him, and the formation he laid out was not a particularly powerful formation, and he could break it with a wave of his hand.

And it didn't seem that Zhao Yan needed to make a move in person, Bai Bao rushed out of the soil and went straight to Lingqi, a big tong opened, and bit heavily on the aura.

A burst of white light flashed, and the flags suddenly collapsed one after another and changed back to their original size, and the qi of heaven and earth gathered inside dissipated almost instantly.

Boom, boom, boom! Zhao Yan carried this sword and rampage, the purple-golden qi of heaven and earth erupted everywhere, and almost a streamer rushed out, and several fleeing immortal cultivators separated their heads and fell to the ground.

The five Engraved Immortal Cultivators who had previously used the formation and wanted to trap Zhao Yan were now also fleeing from place to place, and they had long lost their previous calmness.

But when Zhao Yan was killing happily, he had already faintly felt that there was a great immortal cultivator galloping towards this place in the distance.

An immortal cultivator with this kind of aura was definitely not something he could compete with, and he had already calculated in his heart that in the face of that great immortal cultivator, he would be killed in seconds.

Zhao Yan was frightened, but his footsteps sped up, he couldn't let these five immortal cultivators who carved the seal to escape, otherwise it would be a trouble to wait for the next day, he suddenly accelerated to raise his sword to explore.

With a pop, the skull shattered, and one of them died.

The pupils of the remaining few people contracted for a while, scolded secretly, turned around and ran.

Just like Zhao Yan faced the Great Immortal Cultivator who was about to come over, they also knew that they would not be spared if they stayed here.

Several of the immortal cultivators exclaimed in surprise and fled in separate directions, but where could they compare to Zhao Yan's speed, they were chased in an instant.

The immortal cultivator was so frightened that he had no intention of resisting at all, and was killed by Zhao Yan with a sword, and his soul was scattered.

After Zhao Yan killed four of the immortal cultivators, he suddenly turned around, stared at the leader who fled into the distance, and pounced murderously.

The direction in which this person fled was quite scheming, there was a powerful immortal cultivator there, galloping with the power of the world, if Zhao Yan came to chase and kill him, it would inevitably bump into this great immortal cultivator who came to support.

The first immortal cultivator suddenly felt a heartbeat, tilted his head slightly, and caught a glimpse of a purple-gold streamer coming towards him from the corner of his eye.

At this moment, the first immortal cultivator felt as if his heart was beating to the tip of his throat, and he was held tightly by someone, and he couldn't breathe.