Song Yan raised his hand and made another movement, splashed ink, wrote the word 'disease' in mid-air, and then quickly retreated backwards.

Because Feng Yang was already following behind the Silver Snake Sword, he quickly rushed towards him.

Song Yan also knew that he must not let Feng Yang get close to him, otherwise his hope of winning would be slim.

Although Song Yan also has the final hole card 'self-destructing', he will not use it anyway. In his heart, there is no hatred for Feng Yang. In all fairness, he doesn't want to be the one who is the wind. However, after promising his brothers to avenge them, he had to kill Feng Yang again.

Whether it was Song Yan's own death, or Feng Yang's first death. He must make the Black Tiger Gang disappear from history completely.

The pen fell and the cold light flashed, and the spiritual power arrow transformed by the word 'sneer' swept through the air, like a dawn rainbow piercing the sky.

Feng Yang had personally tried the power of this word trick, and it was still an enhanced version. And the oncoming True Qi Arrow, just looking at its momentum, is very amazing. So Feng Yang is not hard connected.

I saw the wind move in his footsteps, and he switched to a zigzag route in the rush.

"Brother Feng is a martial arts cultivator, and his body is fast. It's hard to reach, and there's really no way to do it, but to limit your speed. Song Yan said this with polite literary quality, but there are several scribe styles.

It's just that Feng Yang almost tripped over himself when he heard him.

Brother Feng?Breast Enlargement?Why does it sound so awkward?

As he sighed, a piece of sandalwood paper appeared in his right hand.

What does that mean?

Feng Yang was also surprised when he saw the piece of paper, but Feng Yang didn't think deeply about it. After all, Song Yan is a Confucian monk, and the pen, ink, and inkstone have been released, so it is not surprising to take out the paper again.

Although Feng Yang doesn't have much combat experience, he has always pursued a force to break through ten thousand methods. The hands are wide open and closed, and every move is extremely powerful.

The 'boom' wind lifted his footsteps, the dust splashed, and a crater appeared in the ground. The huge impact made him rush towards Song Yan like a cannonball. It was like a tiger descending from a mountain.

If the wind blows in a few breaths at this rate, he will be able to catch up with him, and then he will be able to quickly end this battle. But can it really be as he wants?

Song Yan's face was not panicked, and he held the green sandalwood paper with his right hand and injected mana into it. The blue light lingers on it, although I don't know its ability, but I know that it is extraordinary at a glance.

Song Yan waved his right hand, and the green paper shot into Feng Yang's feet like an arrow from the string. That's right, to shoot at his feet.

Feng Yang crossed his hands, ready to take the blow hard. Who knew that it wasn't attacking him, could it be that he missed in a hurry?

Before Feng Yang could finish thinking about it, he felt like his feet were stuck in a swamp quagmire, and he couldn't move.

What's even worse is that he still has a huge forward momentum in his body.

After a loud bang, a human-shaped pit was smashed out of the ground by the wind. But fortunately, I was able to protect my head in time when I fell, so that I didn't suffer any damage.

Feng Yang turned around and saw a cyan formation appear at his feet, and there was a unique binding character in the formation.

Song Yan sprinkled ink with his pen and wrote the word 'broken' in mid-air. However, this time, instead of immediately attacking the wind, he floated in the air.

Song Yan spewed out a mouthful of essence, this is the innocent Haoran righteousness.

Haoran righteousness was sucked into the broken words, and the whole word was like gold casting, three-dimensional. Instead of flat text like before.

The alarm in his heart was protruding, and Feng Yang's reaction was not unpleasant, and he rolled and dodged to the side with a strange trick 'lazy donkey rolling'.

It's a disgraceful move, but who cares about it in times of crisis!

'Boom' The place where Feng Yang fell just now was blasted out of a big crater by the golden broken words. The traces caused by Feng Yang's fall before have been completely erased.

Feng Yang shot out like a sharp arrow, and quickly rushed to Song Yan's body.

In an instant, Feng Yang burst out of the true qi of his whole body, and the condensed power reached the extreme in an instant.

The wind blows luck in the palm, the qi is condensed in the fist, the iron fist swings out, and the sound of the fist wind breaking through the air 'sneers'.

Looking at Song Yan again, he didn't panic at all, as if he had put life and death out of the way. The word 'anti' is written and condensed into a cyan mask.

The iron fist effortlessly shattered the light mask, but in front of Song Yan's second line of protection, it was completely blocked.

I saw that every punch of Fengyang was blasted out, and the inkstone could be accurately blocked. Moreover, the iron fist bombardment on the inkstone could only cause vibration, but it could not break through the defense at all, let alone hurt Song Yan.

What to do?

Feng Yang's frantic swing after punch made him very anxious in his heart, because the time for the true qi to explode was about to come. If the true qi is exhausted, he will not have the slightest power to fight back.

In the nick of time, Feng Yang suddenly thought that he had the last secret weapon.

A green snake jade note burst out of his palm, and a sword pillar like ink and stone spit out from the snake's mouth.

Feng Yang held the sword in his right hand and swung it down. Like a sharp axe splitting rotten wood, the sword easily splits the inkstone from the middle.

Song Yan saw that the sword was about to die, and he didn't resist anymore, nor did he try to dodge. Just quietly closed his eyes, and a tear crossed the corner of his eye・・・・・