Chapter 678: Violent Attack on the Xuanling Period

Borrowing the flesh for a purpose?

In front of the Qingyun Hall, all the Qingyun Sect disciples in the square showed stunned expressions and looked at each other.

Even Feng Wuya and the elders didn't react for a while.

They also couldn't understand the words of the young man in front of them.

Although Zhang Yan's actions had already made the elders furious, Feng Wuya had no intention of stopping it, and they could only endure it without making a move.

"You want to borrow a little flesh?"

Ling Wutian thought that he had misheard, his face was full of surprise, and he stared at Zhang Yan for a long time before he reacted, and couldn't help but laugh angrily...... Although I, Ling Wutian, am only a general peer among the peers of the entire Realm Sea Cloud City, no one dares to talk to Ben Shao like this since I was a child, and no one dares to be so arrogant in front of Ben Shao!"

Ling Wutian's laughter, with a hint of coldness, everyone present suddenly fell silent.

Even though the wind is boundless, the eyebrows are slightly raised, and there is no expression.

"You want Ben Shao's body, then it depends on whether you have a life to take it!"

Ling Wutian's face suddenly became gloomy, and he looked at Zhang Yan, his words were like ten thousand years of ice, revealing endless coldness: "Moreover, this young woman, even the slightest blasphemy, is a capital crime! So, today, you will definitely die!"

Listening to Ling Wutian's murderous words, all the Qingyun Sect disciples were shocked one by one, and they were as silent as cicadas.

Although Ling Wutian's aura was still restrained, the invisible momentum and coercion on the Xuanling Stage cultivators were not something they could withstand at all.

Ge Xiaoyou and the other three daughters who were standing behind Zhang Yan were also pale, but the three of them were all desperately supported.

"Senior Brother Zhang, leave quickly, don't worry about you because of us!"

Wushuang and Luo Czen's faces were also extremely ugly, but they didn't forget to urge Zhang Yan urgently.

Zhang Yan shook his head at the two women, then turned his head to look at Qin Ziyou in his arms, and said, "Are you afraid?"

"Now that it's over, there's nothing to fear......! If I can die here with you, my wish will be fulfilled...... Over the years, I have been looking forward to you coming, but I am afraid that you will come...... I can't imagine that you are so stubborn, and you still sacrifice your life to come! The most beautiful moment in my life is when I met you in a hurry and said goodbye...... But now it doesn't matter! You can come, you can be with you, even for a moment, and you are satisfied!"

Looking at the young man's immature face, Qin Ziyouying's lips trembled, and her face, which was as cold as Xuan Bing all the year round, turned into gentleness, with two lines of tears, and whispered.

"Master, the apprentice is not filial!"

Glancing at Feng Wuyan, Qin Ziyou turned his head and buried his face with a hint of poignancy into Zhang Yan's chest.

Listening to the girl's words, the softest part of Zhang Yan's heart trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath and said, "We'll be fine!"

Qin Ziyou's tender words and actions made all the disciples present open their mouths in shock, and their eyes almost fell to the ground.

Is this still Senior Sister Qin, who used to be cold all year round and rejected people thousands of miles away?

What a flower stuck in cow dung!

For a while, many disciples cast a complicated gaze of envy, jealousy and hatred at Zhang Yan, and at the same time secretly slandered him.

Feng Wuya's brows furrowed, and he wanted to speak, but then he sighed lightly and remained silent.

"Hmph, Senior Brother Feng, do you want to protect this lowly person?"

Behind Feng Wuya, an old man with a long beard on his chest, silver hair, and cloudy eyes with a hint of coldness walked out, glanced at Feng Wuya, and then looked in the direction of Zhang Yan and the others with a fierce voice, pointed at Qin Ziyou and Wushuang and others, and shouted: "The four of you, colluding with the Thousand Spirits and evil cultivators, betraying the sect, is already a capital crime, why don't you quickly kneel down and subdue the Fa?"

The old man paused, turned his head to look at Ling Wutian, looked at Qin Ziyou, and said, "Since you have promised to be in the Ling family, I can spare your sins!"

"He is the Taishang Elder of the sect, Feng Buting, and he has never dealt with the master of the sect, and Senior Sister Qin's marriage was single-handedly arranged by him!"

Wushuang said indignantly in Zhang Yan's ear.

As for the words of the wind and the pavilion, the women were ignorant.

"Capital crime? old immortal, I'll clean you up later!"

Zhang Yan was also extremely angry in his heart at this moment, his words were cold, this Qingyun Sect monk was more disgusting than a Thousand Spirit Monk, but at this time, he had already felt the momentum and killing intent enveloping him on Ling Wutian's body, and he paused and said to a few people behind him: "You guys step aside!"

"We can't die!

Seeing the girls walk to the edge of the square, and then give it to Ge Xiaoyou and a few others, Zhang Yan looked up at Ling Wutian and walked away.

Now.

Ling Wutian was almost on the verge of going berserk.

Looking at Qin Ziyou, who had always had a rare look at himself, he snuggled up in Zhang Yan's arms like a child, this was undoubtedly humiliating him back then, and it was uncomfortable to die, his heart was burning with anger, and his face was slightly distorted, revealing a trace of hideousness.

"Die!"

Seeing Zhang Yan come without fear made Ling Wutian's heart even more angry, and a word spit out of his mouth, extremely cold.

It's just that Ling Wutian didn't move, but looked at Zhang Yan condescendingly, with a wave of his big hand, his five fingers popped out, and five green sword lights swished out of the air, with a tendency to directly suppress the latter.

Buzzing......

Five green sword lights, swept into the air, and suddenly transformed into countless sword shadows, the sword light that was originally only half a zhang in size, turned into a cyan sword array in the size of dozens of zhang in the blink of an eye, enveloping Zhang Yan completely.

The huge sword shadow was like a rainbow, extremely fast, and constantly emitted a dense and incomparably soft groan, as if the void trembled.

At the same time, at the moment when the sword shadow formed a formation, the vast vitality above the void was stirred by the power of the five elements, and it rumbled down, surging towards the sword array.

With just a wave of his hand, he caused such an astonishing sword formation and might, so that the disciples of the Qingyun Sect all burst back, retreating from a distance of hundreds of zhang, and watched from a distance.

At the same time, they looked at Ling Wutian's gaze, and in addition to being frightened, they were even more in awe.

Even those genius disciples in the late Yuan Infant period, who were the core disciples of Qingyun Sect, all showed deep admiration.

Merely.

These people looked at Zhang Yan's eyes, and they all felt some sympathy.

Under the attack of such a sword array, let alone resisting, it is unknown whether it can survive.

"Xuanling period monk, I'm still a little reluctant to deal with it!"

Feeling the sword array formed by countless sword lights falling towards him, Zhang Yan felt that the void around him was buzzing and trembling, and his flesh began to show a trace of pain.

Zhang Yan's expression became more dignified than before, and at the dantian, the three Dao Yuan Babies all opened their eyes suddenly, and their whole bodies exuded a dark gray aura, and at the same time, the Void Yuan Jue and the Heavenly Dragon Battle Body Technique in the body all followed suit.

With a quick pinch, Zhang Yan lightly walked away at the shrouded sword array, and the strange vast aura was condensed between his two fingers.

"Zhu Shenjian, go!"

With a soft drink, his tongue bloomed like thunder, and his sonorous voice was like gold and iron.

Whoosh......

Six sword lights, like flying rainbows, stabbed out of thin air from Zhang Yan's body.

The moment the six Divine Sword swords staggered and flew by, forming the Divine Sword Array, the green sword formation that had originally bombarded him suddenly froze.

The sword array vitality that was originally pouring into Ling Wutian's control was actually torn by an invisible force at this moment, and it was torn apart by the six Divine Swords.

It's just that in an instant, the sword formation of the god and the god killing the sky are formed.

Bang!

The two sword formations bombarded together in the blink of an eye.

From a distance, the huge sword array controlled by Ling Wutian was like a mountain.

And the Zhushen Sword Array in front of Zhang Yan was as small as a small mountain stone, and it seemed to be vulnerable.

Just the next moment.

The two sword arrays touched each other, emitting a brilliant rainbow, fleeting, after a roar, the Yuan Force shattered, and the mighty breath swept away the tyrannical smoke and dust.

At the same time, Ling Wutian's sword array also turned into smashes, revealing the five green sword lights, flying upside down and submerging into his palm again.

"Can you actually stop my Aoki Sword Formation? This sword formation, but I cut down the wooden tail of Tianming Aoki in the Void of the Boundary Sea, and after the fusion and sacrifice of my flesh and blood, I reach the sword at will, and I am only one realm away, and I can reach the point of unity between heaven and man! What is the origin of the flying sword in your hand! Moreover, your physical body and divine consciousness must be more than I can!"

In Ling Wutian's mind, the sword array he swung out of his hand must have wrenched the person in front of him into a cloud of blood mist, but he never expected that not only did the attack have no success, but he was also bombarded back by the other party, his face was gloomy as water, and at the same time, he was a little hot, and he was extremely angry.

The Qingyunmen disciples present were all stunned.

Monk of the Occult Period, what kind of existence does that have?

But the monks in the late Yuan Infant period can actually fight equally.

"Thousand Spirits Sect, when did such a demon come out?"

Feng Wuya and the elders of the Qingyun Sect all glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but have such a thought, secretly shocked.

"Hehe, Sister Ziyou, no wonder Little Brother Qianling misses you so much, you look like a fairy descending from the earth! Although Little Brother Qianling didn't mention you, it can be seen that what he has in his heart is you!"

Feng Xiaoxi stepped forward, blinked his big jewel-like eyes, stared at Qin Ziyou, who was already shocked at the moment, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Little Brother Qianling is the most powerful, just this bastard, he will definitely be beaten by him!"

After coming back from shock, Qin Ziyou's heart that was already thinking about dying also became hot, and he said with a smile: "Thank you, I can accompany him!"

......

"What about the Xuanling Period monks? Today, Zhang will leave you here!"

Ignoring Ling Wutian's words, Zhang Yan's mind thought of the suffering that Qin Ziyou had suffered in Qingyunmen over the years, and the killing intent in his heart suddenly became even more vibrant, and with a startled shout, the Divine Sword that surrounded him broke through the air again, slashing straight towards Ling Wutian.

"It's really looking for death, Ling will let you see what it means to know the height of the sky!"

Ling Wutian was annoyed and ashamed, and pressed his palm against the void, and the Aoki Sword Formation bombarded out again.

At the same time, the aura on his body finally dispersed at this moment, surging towards Zhang Yan.

Boom!

Ling Wutian blasted out of the sword formation, and with a grip in his hand, a long sword that was more than a foot long, and the whole body was glowing with cyan light, appeared in his hand.

Bang!

The two sword formations slammed into each other again, and the entire void continued to tremble and roar.

Merely.

This time, Ling Wutian was obviously doing it with all his might, the Divine Sword was shocked and flew back, Zhang Yan couldn't help but stumble a few steps, and at the same time, he was almost out of breath by the vast pressure on the other party's body, and his body was also so painful that he wanted to tear it apart.

"Ling Tian Sword, slash!"

Shout!

It's just that before Zhang Yan could recover his breath, with an angry shout, a sword light turned into a hundred zhang in size, tore through the void, and slashed straight down at him.

In the face of such a terrifying attack, Zhang Yan had no way to hide.

In the middle of his hand, Morota came out, and in front of him, it turned into a black giant tower with a size of more than ten zhang, blocking Ling Tian's sword.

While!

Thundered......

After the moment of the handover of the gold and stone, all the Yuan Force of the Void was smashed and dispersed.

On the black tower, sparks splashed everywhere.

At the same time, the giant tower was slashed by the long sword, and flew out upside down, directly together with Zhang Yan, smashed into the ground, forming a large pit of more than ten zhang in the square.

Looking at the giant pit, everyone gasped.

"Zhang Yan ......"

Qin Ziyou's face turned pale instantly, and she exhaled.

Feng Xiaoxi and other women on the side also changed color.

"I can't help myself!"

Ling Wutian looked at the huge pit filled with smoke and dust, and there was no movement, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said coldly.

It's just that today he was forced out of all his strength by a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, which made him feel humiliated and endlessly aggrieved.

But as soon as Ling Wutian walked to the edge of the giant pit, there was a bang, and the giant tower in the giant pit suddenly rose into the sky, smashing down on him with a majestic momentum.

Ling Wutian's face was shocked, and the Ling Tian Great Sword in his hand swung out again in an instant, splitting the giant tower away.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, a big palm fell from the sky and slapped down.

At the same time, a big fist that seemed to poke a hole in the void smashed through the sky like a giant mountain.

The attacks one after another made Ling Wutian a little tired for a while.

Even though the Ling Tian Sword in his hand was incredibly powerful, it could only resist the two attacks.

"Ling Tianyu!"

Ling Wutian burst out of a distance, flipped his hand and sacrificed a palm-sized cyan feather shield, which was like a peacock opening the screen, protecting him tightly in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, he beckoned the Aoki Sword Formation and roared towards Zhang Yan again, and the Ling Tian Great Sword in his hand also slashed down in the air.

"Hmph! You just use this little method? The children of the Ling family are nothing more than that! Today, Zhang Mou let you know that even if you cultivate to the Xuanling stage, you are still a waste! You are not worthy of Ziyou!"

At this moment, Zhang Yan swept through the air, the black dark wings on his back hit the sky directly, making a loud buzzing sound, staring at Ling Wutian to attack again, without fear.

Airplanes!

The ghost spirit bead flew out of his hand, and at the same time, Ba Huo took hundreds of Yuan Infant Spirit Slaves and roared out.

"Lingyuan Technique, kill!"

Zhang Yan's eyes froze, and he looked at the ghost spirit bead, and exclaimed, the spirit bead was full of spiritual light, and hundreds of spirit slaves around him all sat down around him, pinching the trick in their hands.

Bang bang......

Zhang Yan's palm turned into lightning, and he shot countless palm tricks at the void.

And the spirit slaves sitting around also followed the trick and shot at the void one after another.

Xiuxiu......

In the next instant, under the stunned gaze of tens of thousands of Dao, tens of thousands of Yuan Force Spirit Slaves of different forms suddenly formed in mid-air, roaring towards Ling Wutian.

Especially in front of Zhang Yan, there are thousands of spirit slaves, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

Thundered......

In the blink of an eye, Ling Wutian's attacks were all overwhelmed by tens of thousands of spirit slaves.

The Aoki Sword Formation was broken, and the offensive from Ling Tian's Great Sword also dissipated.

As for the ten thousand souls, they have all vanished.

The Qingyunmen disciples present all showed horror on their faces.

And those elders of the Qingyun Sect, including Feng Wuya, all showed a sluggish look.

"In the Thousand Spirits Sect, even if it is Qianxun Wing, it can only serve thousands of spirit slaves, what is the origin of this person in front of you?"

A lot of doubts flashed in the minds of all of them, and they couldn't believe it.

And Ling Wutian finally showed a solemn expression, staring at Zhang Yan and the spirit slaves who were sitting cross-legged.

Watching the ten thousand spirit slaves dissipate, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

What frightened him was that in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yan and a group of spirit slaves pinched the trick again, and tens of thousands of spirit slaves appeared again, and they came to kill one after another, which was even more amazing than the previous power.

At the same time, Zhang Yan and Ba Huo and other hundred spirit slaves also flew one by one and pounced on Ling Wutian.

"Xuanling Period, it's just a waste!"

The black wings behind Zhang Yan, with him, were like lightning in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, they swept in front of Ling Wutian, who was hurriedly dealing with the attacks of tens of thousands of spirit slaves, and blasted out a punch without any fancy feelings.

With a miserable scream, Ling Wutian was blasted out of the air, even though his realm was much higher and his physical body was strong, he was also blasted by Zhang Yan and his shoulder bones were broken, and his face turned pale.

At the same time, listening to Zhang Yan's words that made him feel endlessly humiliated, his face was blue and white.

"Now, you know who's the one who can't help themselves, right?"

Zhang Yan sneered, flapped his wings and flew away, as if he was shuttling back and forth in the void space, and before Ling Wutian could stabilize his body, he had already landed on the latter's side with a volley, and once again punched out, knocking the other party to the ground.

This is still because Zhang Yan did not use the Nine Yuan Great Desolation Force in order not to destroy his body, otherwise Ling Wutian would have been seriously injured.

Shout!

Zhang Yan dodged again, and fell in front of Ling Wutian, pressing forward, his left eye was full of blue light, the eye of the jungle rotated, and the refining technique was running, and his hand shot out in the air, a sharp claw that distorted the air, and in the blink of an eye, it fell into Ling Wutian's eyebrows.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a loud shout sounded from the front of the main hall, and the old man who had been standing behind Ling Wutian before finally couldn't help it when he saw this, and his rickety body disappeared in place in a blink of an eye.

"Little demon cat, abolish this old man! Break the teeth of the Feng Buting who insulted Ziyou and them before!"

Seeing the old man disappear, Zhang Yan's face was awe-inspiring, and he turned his head to the little demon cat lying in Feng Xiaoxi's arms and shouted in surprise.

Boom!

Before Zhang Yan's words fell, a dull flesh collision suddenly sounded.

I saw that the old man who had disappeared before who had followed Ling Wutian flew out of the void space, landed on the ground, and stepped backwards for dozens of steps before he could stabilize his body, and at the same time, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Hop Spirit ......"

The old man looked at the void with a frightened expression, and his cloudy eyes were full of horror.

And the elders of Feng Wuya and Qingyunmen, who were very well versed in the old man, also looked stunned.