Just as Zhao Yan had thought that Bai Bao was hallucinating when he spoke, the following immortal cultivators were all looking at me and I looking at you, looking like they were real and fake, and when they reacted, they immediately shouted loudly.

"Ten steps to your right! It's covered by a small stone that you knocked down!!You can see it when you move it away!", Mu Sanyan shouted while looking nervously at Lang Xiufeng, who was still going crazy, for fear that Lang Xiufeng would also come to his senses at this time and make a move on Zhao Yan.

At this time, Zhao Yan regained consciousness, lost his instinctive control, all kinds of emotions and senses returned, and he lost the decisive battle mentality when he was drowsy, and he couldn't fight Lang Xiufeng, who was in excitement and had a better strength.

Zhao Yan heard the shouts from behind, raised his sword and slashed a blow, and took advantage of Lang Xiufeng's evasion, stepping on the right stone with three swaying steps, but when he bent down, a sense of resistance appeared in his heart, as if he couldn't get up again once he bent down.

However, the immortal cultivators in the hall below were very nervous by Zhao Yan's action, it was really because Zhao Yan's actions were too rash, and they went to get things without doing any tricks and directly turned their backs to Lang Xiufeng, in case Lang Xiufeng evaded it and then took advantage of the situation to attack, Zhao Yan would have to pay a great price for it.

But now, they can only wait and see, meditating on Lang Xiufeng's evasion time to become longer, so that Zhao Yan can get the rune paper safely, but at the same time, they also secretly scold Zhao Yan for being stupid and too eager for quick success.

As bystanders, it is difficult for them to understand Zhao Yan's state at this time, how can Zhao Yan still have the brain to think about guarding against Lang Xiufeng, the whole brain is messed up as if he has no central command nerves, it is already very good to be able to use his instinctive combat consciousness to slash out a blow before the event as a cover, and he can't think about many things.

Click. Zhao Yan took a deep breath, endured the discomfort in his heart, bent down and moved the stone that was holding the rune paper away, saw the triangular rune paper below, and reached out to scoop the rune paper into his hand.

At this time, Lang Xiufeng had already regained his foothold from the previous evasion, and turned his hand to attack Zhao Yan, who was bending over.......

Zhao Yan heard the sound of the wind behind him, and his heart suddenly chuckled and wanted to defend, but he was already short of energy, and he was stimulated by his heart, and his body actually fell to the ground with a puff, and when he wanted to get up again, he had no strength.

But it was this lie that made Lang Xiufeng's attack fly from his back to the stone wall of the back hall, making him escape in fear.

Boom! The qi of heaven and earth slammed on the stone wall, causing stones to splash everywhere.

Luck is lucky, but Zhao Yan's current situation is not a good phenomenon in the eyes of the immortal cultivators in the hall.

"It's over!Zhao Yan's oil is gone!", some immortal cultivators were depressed.

Some immortal cultivators opened their mouths and scolded: "This bastard killed us all!

"Sure enough, it's unreliable, I said earlier not to pour too much hope into Zhao Yan, lest the higher the hope, the more disappointed you will be", the immortal cultivator said as he looked at Zhao Yan, how much he hoped that Zhao Yan would suddenly get up from the ground.

While speaking, Lang Xiufeng rushed forward from behind, stepped on Zhao Yan's body, the whole person's spirit had recovered to be clear, the corners of his mouth were a little bantering, and he looked at Zhao Yan condescendingly: "Don't you want to kill me? Why did you finish the game first? Look at what the bunch of garbage down there are talking about now, tell me if you regret it?"

Zhao Yan coughed slightly and opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak due to lack of breath.

Lang Xiufeng smiled contemptuously: "Hard! Say what you want to say! As long as you admit that you regret it, or surrender to me, maybe I will spare your life, otherwise I will return what you said." ”

Seeing the situation ahead, the group of immortal cultivators couldn't stop talking.

"Everyone, Zhao Yan has done his best, success or failure is fate, why don't you say good things to a person who is about to die?

"Senior brother, don't say a word, you're waiting for death", Mu Sanyan's expression became gloomy, his eyes stared at Zhao Yan, and he muttered: "Your mother!

Some of the immortal cultivators are ashamed, and some are not taken seriously: "Lao Tzu's life has to be played with him Zhao Yan now, what do you still expect me to say?" Lao Tzu can't wait to ...... now. ”

Before the man finished speaking, he couldn't help but stop dumbfounded when he saw the situation above.

"I ...... I...... I'm your uncle!", Zhao Yan barely raised his neck, finished in a small voice, and then laughed.

"It is said that Lao Tzu is a madman, it seems that you are also a madman! And you are not as crazy as me", Lang Xiufeng took a sip: "I really want to leave you behind, but in view of your stinky bones, it is better for me to kill you if you stab you from behind one day." ”

After Lang Xiufeng finished speaking, he carried the qi of heaven and earth to his feet, and kicked Zhao Yan out for hundreds of meters with one kick.

Boom! Zhao Yan slammed into the stone wall of the back hall like a cannonball with Lang Xiufeng's extremely strong offensive, and fell from the stone wall with a snap, lying on the ground softly.

The sword he had been holding tightly in his hand had fallen halfway, and his breathing had become extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

"There is still a breath there, not dead", Mu Sanyan muttered in a low voice, his eyes scanned over and over again near the main platform, and found that the rune paper was not left halfway, he guessed that it should have been caught by Zhao Yan in the palm of his hand, and his mood became nervous, staring at Zhao Yan's hand movements.

The rest of the immortal cultivators were depressed and didn't have the courage to look at Zhao Yan's follow-up development.

"You're not dead yet, the vitality of you weeds and flowers is really ridiculously strong", Lang Xiufeng stepped to Zhao Yan's side step by step, and he also found that the core of the formation was still in Zhao Yan's hands, and he wanted to take it down.

Zhao Yan couldn't answer Lang Xiufeng even a word, but he used his actions to explain what it means to be absolutely unyielding.

Zhao Yan's right hand was slightly tightened, and a burst of purple-gold brilliance shone brightly, and the triangular rune paper in the heart of the fist shattered in response, bursting out with blood-red light that filled the entire back hall.

Lang Xiufeng was standing on Zhao Yan's side, before he could put his hand down, he watched the core of the formation turn into a handful of crumbs in front of him, his face was stunned at first, and then he kept twitching, becoming angry: "Ahhh

As he spoke, a layer of white heaven and earth qi was immediately attached to the palm of the falling hand, and it pressed down towards Zhao Yan's head.

And Zhao Yan could only passively accept this, his body trembled slightly, and then he stopped moving, as if waiting for death to be announced, and the whole person seemed extraordinarily calm.