Peach Fortune Ring

Zhao Wu shouted loudly.

"That's right, even a master like the Ugly Taoist died in his hands, and we must never fight alone with him again!" A distracted late stage shouted.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Figures flashed, except for the three people led by Tuobafeng, all the others fell around and surrounded Song Yan.

"Young master, we are here to help you!"

The old man Qin Xiaoyu and the six came to his side in a flash.

Song Yan's eyes slowly swept around, calm and confident, once the ugly Taoist died, Tuobafeng and the others did not fight against him again, surrounded by 27 late-stage distractions and twenty mid-stage distractions.

A very strong lineup, but he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart.

"Mr. Song, hand over the Mohei sword and the storage spirit ring. We can only cut off your body and give you a chance to cultivate Sanxian!" A distracted later said, Song Yan's combat power is obvious to all, although they are There are many powerful people, and they have the absolute upper hand, but even if Song Yan is killed, some of them will fall in the face of Song Yan's counterattack, and no one wants to be the one who falls, so they don't want to do everything. Give Song Yan a glimmer of hope, lest he fight desperately!

Song Yan smiled and shook his head: "It's useless to talk, let's do it!"

"Song Gongzi, don't be stubborn, there are so many of us, you have no chance!" The distracted man wanted to persuade him again, but Song Yan said: "How do you know if you haven't tried it? Maybe you will die in the end. Woolen cloth?"

Another distracted later stage was irritated by Song Yan's words, and said loudly: "Old Zhou, since this kid doesn't know what to do, why bother talking nonsense with him, let's do it!"

"Go!"

The moment the other party called out to do it, Song Yan moved first.

"No Heaven!"

The ink black sword flickered again and again, and the heads of five distracted mid-stages flew into the sky. Their eyes were wide open, obviously not believing that they died like this.

"Not good, everyone spread out!" A distracted late stage shouted.

"late!"

Jian Guang appeared again.

"Puff puff puff!"

This time, it was the heads of six mid-stage distractions that flew into the sky together.

Seeing this scene, the remaining nine mid-stage distractions felt inexplicably terrified. How long this time, one couldn't breathe, and the opponent killed 11 people in a row.

"retreat!"

"escape!"

The courage in their hearts receded like a tide, and all that was left was fear. They quickly backed away, trying to distance themselves from that killing god.

"You can't escape!"

Song Yan's voice appeared in their ears like an evocative messenger.

"Puff puff!"

The head lifts off!

"No!"

"Do not kill me!"

This is the howl before dying!

"Puff puff puff puff! Puff!"

Another five heads flew up, and all twenty distracted mid-stages died.

"Is he the reincarnation of the Killing God?"

The remaining 27 people who were distracted looked at Song Yan standing with a sword and thought secretly.

"Young master's strength seems to have improved a lot!" Qin Xiaoyu stared at Song Yan obsessively, unwilling to take a look away.

When Tian Lao looked at Song Yan, he was inexplicably shocked. Suddenly, he had an idea in his heart that thousands of years later should be the era of the son, and he faintly saw that a legend was slowly rising.

"Okay, those obtrusive things have been erased, and the next step is our war!" Song Yan's eyes swept over everyone again, making them all feel a chill.

"Kill him!"

Liu Yi yelled in horror, and then, holding two swords, he slashed at Song Yan

Guan Er didn't dare to be negligent, and the long knife in his hand was followed by Liu Yi. Now there are only two of the seven leaders of the Heavenly Dao League, and if they don't try their best, they will die too! "

"Take you two sacrificial swords!"

Song Yan's eyes locked on the two of them.

Then, the ink black sword in his hand was raised.

Destroyer! ! !

The sword intent permeated the souls of Liu Yi and Guan Er in an instant, causing their expressions to freeze at the same time.

"Die!"

"Pfft!"

Two sword lights faster than lightning flashed, piercing the heads of Liu Yi and Guan Er.

But at this moment, a total of ten powerful magic weapons appeared around Song Yan, and they erupted into a beautiful but powerful brilliance.

Song Yan swung his sword!

Dang Dang Dang Dang!

The impact sounded continuously, and Song Yan barely blocked the attacks of these ten magic weapons, but at this moment, three powerful Taoism techniques appeared.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After another explosion, Song Yan's body was thrown up and fell hundreds of meters away.

"I still overestimate myself!"

Song Yan turned over and stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Go to hell!"

"The little thief is dead!"