One late Yuan Infant monk, two Yuan Infant Middle Stage Monks, and eight Yuan Infant Early Stage Monks, this lineup, no matter where it is placed, is a force that cannot be ignored, and it can even sweep away most of the immortal cultivation families in Nantai.

And they only have one opponent now, and under the advice of the middle-aged scribe, they are all very cautious, which makes Qiao Yuan extremely difficult to deal with.

This is the impact of fame, if there is no battle in the dense forest of Chushan, he is just an unknown monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant, the Song family will definitely not be so aggressive, at most, it will be the hairy man who makes a move.

And Qiao Yuan had thought of this a long time ago, so before coming to the Song family, he changed his identity and appearance and hid his cultivation.

It's just that just now in order to recognize Ling Wanchen, he had to reveal his true appearance and reveal his identity, otherwise at this moment, Qiao Yuan would not have fallen into the realm of group attack.

However, even in the face of so many people, Qiao Yuan still did not have a trace of fear, his waist was straight, and before everyone moved, as soon as he put his hands together, a circular magic circle immediately appeared.

The magic circle rotated slowly, the colorful streamer flickered, and the ancient rune imprints of the Dao Dao made people feel the extraordinary of this array at a glance.

It's also forbidden!

Back then, in the forbidden source, Su Zhen taught it to Qiao Yuan, but due to time problems, Qiao Yuan has not comprehended it, and now he has been in the Song family for half a year, and he has completely mastered this forbidden.

"Do it!"

Seeing that everyone was coerced together, they couldn't shake Qiao Yuan, so he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and stepped out first, and the whole person was like a streamer, heading straight for Qiao Yuan.

At the same time, the hairy-faced man raised his head to the sky and roared, bowed forward and leaned down, and landed on all fours, and a huge and incomparably fierce tiger phantom appeared, with a monstrous majesty.

Behind them, the spells and magic weapons of the middle-aged scribes and Song Lin and other eight early Yuan Infant monks were all struck out in unison, colorful and extraordinary, dazzling to see.

This wave of offensive is extremely strong, not to mention the monks of the middle of the Yuan Infant, even if it is a monk of the late Yuan Infant, it is difficult to parry.

But Qiao Yuan was not in a hurry, raised his foot, and stood directly on top of the circular magic circle, and grabbed it with his right hand, and the silver cloud-breaking spear suddenly appeared.

"Big brother, seventh brother be careful, it is said that the reason why this person was able to defeat the Yuanying Great Perfection Monk in the dense forest of Chu Mountain is that there are many magic weapons, and each of them is extremely strong, and the silver spear in his hand should be paid attention to. ”

The middle-aged scribe had never seen it and was still forbidden, but the moment he saw the Liuyin Cloud Breaking Spear, his expression immediately became solemn.

The patriarch of the Song family flashed his eyes, and he also glanced at the silver spear twice, paying attention to it in his heart.

As for the hairy-faced man, he was disdainful in his heart, and secretly said that Lao Tzu was wearing the Heavenly Tiger Vajra Gong, even if it was the best magic weapon, he couldn't hurt half a point, and what was there to fear with a silver gun.

"Qiao Yuan, you must be fine. Ling Wanchen clenched his fists and prayed silently in his heart, and before he knew it, the blood in his body was flowing faster, as if there were signs of boiling.

At this moment, Qiao Yuan moved, as fast as lightning, and almost instantly, he bombarded with the Song family patriarch.

The spear slashed, setting off a silver light in the air, which looked extremely ordinary, but only the nearest Song family patriarch knew how terrifying that shot was.

Fortunately, he had already noticed it, and quickly avoided it sideways, went around to Qiao Yuan's left side, and raised his hand to punch it.

This punch was very terrifying, rubbing the space, bringing a boom sonic boom, as if it was about to shatter the void, even if it hadn't fallen on Qiao Yuan, he felt a pressure that he had never felt before, this pressure told him that once he was hit, it was inevitable that his tendons would be broken and fractured.

At the same moment, the hairy-faced man seized the opportunity and appeared above Qiao Yuan's head, like a tiger pounced, falling from the sky, and a huge shadow was cast, making it impossible to hide.

The light of the spell shone against each other, and the middle-aged scribe led the eight early Yuan Infant monks, which played a very good role in restraining at this moment, sealing all his retreats.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a look, Qiao Yuan fell into a desperate situation of being attacked from all directions, and it seemed that there was no other way to go except a dead end.

Ling Wanchen's heart trembled suddenly, she stumbled under her feet, almost unsteady on her feet, and fell to the ground.

"Little bastard, dare to rob me of the saint and find death!"

In the distance, Song Lin sneered, the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger, and the primordial infant in his body vibrate, once again increasing the power of the magic weapon in front of him.

Just when everyone thought that Qiao Yuan would be seriously injured even if he didn't die, there was a sudden scene that made everyone's hearts tremble.

I saw that Qiao Yuan was not in a desperate situation at all, his expression was as calm as water, his left hand was raised, and his sleeves burst open in an instant, revealing a blood-red arm with bulging muscles and bulging muscles as if they were about to explode.

He also clenched his fists, did not dodge or dodge, and swung directly at the fist of the Song family patriarch, and vaguely, everyone seemed to see that behind Qiao Yuan, there was an ancient and scarred arm phantom emerging.

The moment the illusory shadow of that arm was huge and earth-shattering, the moment it appeared, it immediately made all the people of the Song family, as long as they had the blood of the descendants of the God of War flowing in their bodies, they all trembled physically and mentally, and a sense of awe aweed was born in their bones and souls.

Only Ling Wanchen's beautiful eyes lit up, the blood in her body flowed faster, her body and mind were jubilant, and she seemed to have an urge to merge with Qiao Yuan.

"This ...... This is...... God of War Phantom! You ......"

The Song family grew up shocked, the middle-aged scribe was shocked, Song Lin was short of breath, and the murderous intent in his eyes immediately turned into horror and horror.

Not only them, but all the people of the Song family were breathing at this moment, and when they looked at Qiao Yuan, there was a kind of awe that they couldn't control.

Qiao Yuan ignored him, and the speed of his left fist did not decrease, and it directly touched the fist of the Song family patriarch.

At the same moment, his right hand went up, and the silver cloud-breaking spear was like a sharp thorn, suddenly stabbing at the hairy-faced man.

There were also those countless spells and magic weapons, when they were close to Qiao Yuan's body, they were blocked by the circular magic circle under his feet, and they couldn't get close at all.

Rumble!

A muffled loud noise came out, the Song family patriarch's face was distorted, his right arm trembled violently, and he felt that a fist smashed into a big mountain that hit him head-on, even if his physical body was also strong and incomparable, but at this time, he also felt extreme pain.

Under the strong impact, his body quickly retreated, the qi and blood in his body surged, and his spiritual power showed signs of shock and instability.

Above, the hairy-faced man was fierce, seeing that Qiao Yuan didn't even look at himself, but just stabbed the silver cloud-breaking spear, he was furious in his heart, his right hand grabbed the tip of the gun, and the tiger phantom behind him moved with him, and a huge tiger claw shot down.

In fact, he didn't know that among this group of people, Qiao Yuan's counterattack against him was the most deadly.

That shot seemed random, but in fact it was invincible.

You must know that as early as the Moon River Sect, he perfectly fused the instrument spirit with the silver spear, which was enough to exert his peak power, opening the sky with one shot and breaking the clouds with one shot.

In an instant, the hairy man's right hand grabbed the tip of the spear, and at the moment of touch, like a basin of cold water poured on his head, his hair suddenly stood on end, the contempt and anger in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and a force that made his scalp tingle burst out, as if it could destroy everything.

The sound of banging echoed, the tiger phantom around the hairy-faced man showed a look of fear, and he collapsed inch by inch, and he didn't have time to think about it, he immediately raised his left hand and slashed at his right arm, the strong man broke his wrist and fled in horror.

And the right hand that grabbed the tip of the spear also exploded directly at the moment it was cut off, turning into a blood mist, staining the silver spear red.

Qiao Yuan secretly sighed a pity, if it weren't for this person's decisive and ruthless actions, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a matter of breaking a hand.

This is the price he paid for despising Qiao Yuan, and it was also the breakthrough that Qiao Yuan wanted to open.

As for the middle-aged scribe and the eight early primordial monks, all the spells they cast were blocked by the circular circle.

The desperate situation of the enemy in all directions was easily resolved by Qiao Yuan in an instant, and he also repelled the patriarch of the Song family, making the hairy-faced man abolish one of his right hands.

This kind of result is really unbelievable, and even more unacceptable, for a while, the whole Song family was in an uproar, looking at Qiao Yuan's gaze, most people were no longer in awe, but fear.

"This ...... How is this possible?"

Song Lin's eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and he was extremely unwilling.

The patriarch of the Song family looked extremely solemn, and the hairy-faced man was even more murderous, but when he looked at the spear stained red by his own blood, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe who was still calm-minded recalled the phantom of his arm that had loomed behind Qiao Yuan before, his breathing was slightly short, and he hurriedly transmitted the voice to the Song family patriarch.

"Big brother, this person is in the bloodline of the God of War, and the power of the bloodline is much weaker than that of the Holy Maiden, leaving him behind may be able to help the Ancestor. ”

"The saint has a special status, and we can't touch her easily, but this person ...... Yes. ”

The Song family patriarch's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately sent a voice back, and at the same time looked at Qiao Yuan's gaze with a trace of deep greed.

As a descendant of the God of War, they naturally fantasize about having the blood of the God of War and returning to their ancestors against the blood, but the God of War has passed away for many years, and the bloodline is thinner and thinner from generation to generation, and it is impossible to force it.

But Ling Wanchen's appearance has rekindled the hope of the people of the Song family, whether it is to combine with her, give birth to descendants, or the plan that the ancestor of the Song family is preparing, they can take away her bloodline and achieve the Song family.

It's just that Ling Wanchen's identity is special, not only the inheritor of the God of War, but also a member of the Yuehe Sect and the Ling family, once she is moved, it will definitely cause great trouble, so the Song family has always been worried, and they have always hidden their fangs when they are not prepared.

But now, Qiao Yuan also has the blood of the God of War, and he is not the inheritor of the God of War, although his status in the Yuehe Sect is not low, but the concerns of the Song family are not so big, and today's matter is that Qiao Yuan wants to forcibly take away the Holy Maiden, even if someone from the Yuehe Sect finds it, they also have a statement.

After thinking about it, moving Qiao Yuan is more difficult than moving the Holy Maiden, but the follow-up risk is obviously less than moving Qiao Yuan.

The patriarch of the Song family immediately made a decision, and without hesitation, he quickly pinched out a seal with both hands and waved it towards the sky.

"Please treat me to the Song family's treasure, the God of War Axe!"