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Nangong Wushuang was so arrogant and domineering, and the faces of the remaining fifty or so people were extremely ugly. ．.

If they leave, they are too unwilling, and if they stay, this group of military people is afraid that they will really kill them.

To go or to stay?

For a while, Cao Feiyu and the others were all entangled.

"Give you ten breaths, and if you don't leave, you won't be killed!"

Nangong Wushuang's voice full of killing intent sounded again, and at the same time, the black-armored warriors behind her pulled up their longbows one after another, locking on everyone including Song Yan.

This bow is also a great treasure, just one arrow just now, it killed a grandmaster in the middle of the stage, although there is a suspicion of a sneak attack, but it also indirectly proves that the power of this arrow is very extraordinary, and it has the ability to kill the grandmaster in the early stage, if the grandmaster is not caught off guard in the middle of the period, it is also possible to be shot to death.

More than 300 bows fired a volley, and most of the fifty-six people present were afraid to die.

"Three more breaths!"

Nangong Wushuang urged.

"Today's incident, we in the Holy Martial Academy remember, let's go!" Cao Feiyu gritted his teeth and left first.

Cao Feiyu is the leader of the Holy Martial Academy, as soon as he leaves, the others only follow him away, but Chen Feng is quite unwilling, but after hesitating for a while, he can only helplessly follow everyone away.

"Hua Yu, you go with everyone!"

Song Yan, who has been quietly watching the changes, said to Gu Xie Huayu.

"Brother Liang, be careful!"

Gu Xie Huayu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and left with the group of the Holy Martial Academy, she knew that Song Yan had the intention to compete for the emperor-level martial soul, and her staying here would not only not help, but would become a burden, so it was better to leave.

As for Song Yan's safety, she didn't have much to worry about, with that magical Great Movement Technique, if he wanted to leave, even the Great Grandmaster wouldn't be able to keep him.

As soon as the people from the Holy Martial Academy left, the remaining twenty or so people couldn't hold on and turned around one after another.

In the end, only Song Yan was left in the same place.

"You're not afraid of death?"

Nangong Wushuang looked at Song Yan, with a bit of abuse in his eyes, and at the same time, more than three hundred arrows locked on Song Yan.

"Can't you kill me?" Song Yan shook his head, looked at her and said, "I also have a lot of ties with the military, I have a fancy for this emperor-level martial spirit, how about you take people away?"

"Hahaha!"

Nangong Wushuang looked up to the sky and laughed, and then said with contempt in his eyes: "What are you, kill him for me!"

"Woohoo"

More than ten black streamers shot towards Song Yan like lightning.

"Whoosh!"

With a flicker, more than a dozen arrows were all shot into the air.

As soon as he grabbed it, Song Yan had an extra black token in his hand, and held it up to Nangong Wushuang and said, "I order you to take people away!"

"Third-class military aircraft order!"

Seeing this token, Nangong Wushuang's face changed slightly, and the rest of the black-armored soldiers had a hint of taboo on their faces.

"I think you all know what this is, now, I order you to leave immediately!" Song Yan said again, and his tone was a little more stern.

For a moment, Nangong Wushuang's face was a little more struggling.

"What? Do you want to resist the order?" Song Yan pressed step by step.

Nangong Wushuang's face became more and more ugly.

"Commander, this third-class military aircraft order can mobilize ordinary soldiers and horses, but our Martial Spirit Battalion is not an ordinary soldier and horse, so we don't have to follow his orders!" The black-armored young man who had reminded Nangong Wushuang before spoke again.

Nangong Wushuang's eyes lit up, the tangled color on his face disappeared, and he stared at Song Yan with cold eyes: "For everyone's sake, it's still too late for you to leave now, otherwise the commander will kill you!"

Hearing this, Song Yan shook his head, and with a wave of his hand, the sword puppet and the golden retriever roared at the same time.

"Stop them for me!"

With a flick of his figure, Song Yan came to the front of the emperor-level martial soul and grabbed it.

"Hmm!"

The moment he touched the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul, the Emperor-Rank Martial Soul that was like jelly instantly turned into a cool airflow and submerged into his body, and his spiritual power disappeared at a terrifying speed, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared by more than ninety percent.

Suddenly, Song Yan's face turned pale, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Kill him!"

Seeing that Song Yan had fused with the emperor-level martial spirit, Nangong Wushuang couldn't help but be furious, and with a wave of his hand, more than 300 sharp arrows turned into black light and shot towards Song Yan.

Song Yan seemed to turn a blind eye to the sword rain in the sky, but instead sat cross-legged on the ground and cultivated.

The Emperor-level Martial Spirit still continued to absorb his spiritual power, but the speed slowed down a lot, so as not to suck his spiritual power out at once.

Taking out a bottle of elixir that replenished spiritual power and throwing it into his mouth to temporarily relieve his urgent needs, Song Yan began to cultivate the meditation technique.

And the streamer that more than 300 sharp arrows turned into was blocked by the sword curtain swayed by the sword puppet, and none of them could get three feet close to Song Yan's side.

Seeing this, Nangong Wushuang's eyes flashed with horror, even if an ordinary great grandmaster didn't dare to take more than three hundred arrows at the same time, but this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man took it.

Could it be that he is a great grandmaster?

But how could the Great Grandmaster enter the Martial Spirit Palace?

At that moment, the golden retriever roared.

Burst out of golden light.

"Puff puff!"

Blood splattered, and the spirit armor couldn't resist its claws like divine soldiers, and in just an instant, four black-armored warriors were scratched by the roar of the golden retriever and died.

"Form a battle formation and strangle them!"

Seeing this, Nangong Wushuang's face became even more ugly.

"Boom!"

More than 300 people acted quickly like a torrent of steel, forming a battle formation like a rock, and slowly advancing forward.

"Dangdang!"

The claws of the Golden Retriever Roar grabbed the top of the black armor warrior's head several times, and they were bounced back by a layer of light curtain, which made the Golden Retriever very dissatisfied.

The other side.

The ten pills were entered, and in an instant, they turned into spiritual power and replenished into the spiritual lake in the sea of Song Yan's knowledge.

That's about two hundred points.

However, at the moment when his spiritual power increased, he was taken away by the emperor-level martial soul in his body.

"Damn, I have almost absorbed more than 2,000 spiritual power from the master, why can't I feed it!"

Seeing this scene, Song Yan couldn't help but scold.

In desperation, while urging the meditation technique, he took out a bottle of pill again and took it.

As before, the medicinal power was sucked away as soon as it was converted into spiritual power.

After taking four bottles of elixir to replenish spiritual power, the result was the same, which made Song Yan feel that this emperor-level martial soul was a bottomless pit.

At the same time, all the pills that replenish spiritual power have been taken, and if you want to satisfy this emperor-level martial soul, you can only rely on meditation techniques.

Since he couldn't fully fuse the emperor-level martial soul for a while, Song Yan was not flustered.

He stopped cultivating and stood up from the ground, only to find that under the persecution of the opponent's battle array, the sword puppet had been forced to retreat two meters.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Seeing this scene, Song Yan couldn't help but smile faintly, and then gave an order to the sword puppet.

The next moment, the sword puppet flew out and came to the top of the battle array, and the long sword in his hand slashed ten swords towards a certain point.

After ten swords, the entire battle array collapsed.

The strong qi exploded, forcing many black-armored warriors to flee in all directions.

When they regrouped, they found that the guy who took it had disappeared.

"Bastard!"

Nangong Wushuang couldn't help but slash his sword on the ground.

[Author's digression]: Second change