Peach Fortune Ring

"what is this?"

Song Yanchao often said that he smiled, but that smile had a bad taste in his eyes.

At this moment, Song Yan reached out and grabbed it.

The black flying sword was instantly grasped by him.

Seeing this, I was overjoyed as the saying goes, this guy really wanted to kill himself, he dared to grab my flying sword.

So, he quickly made a sword formula.

However, just as he was using the sword formula, Song Yan's sword element crashed into the flying sword, instantly breaking the spiritual imprint that Chang Yan had left in the flying sword with a destructive force.

"puff!"

Chang Yan opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, feeling that the connection between himself and Fei Jian had been severed, he couldn't help being horrified and inexplicable.

"You, how did you do it?"

"Want to know? I just won't tell you!"

Song Yan smiled playfully, and came to Chang Yan in a swaying figure, raised his hand and slapped him.

"Although I don't know how you broke the mark of my flying sword, but if you want to break my Jinzhong Shenguang, you still...!"

"Crack!"

Before Chang Yan could say anything, Song Yan's fist directly smashed the one-foot precious light, and then punched Chang Yan's chest, the true essence penetrated into his body, directly strangling the opponent's heart into pieces.

Chang Yan's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes became increasingly dimmer, and finally fell to the sky, but his eyes were wide open, and he didn't figure it out even before he died, why Song Yan could easily break through his magic weapon defense?

[Author's Digression]: Thank you [Hao Ye] for your great reward.

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Main text_Chapter 431 I have a plan

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If Song Yan killed Xuan Xin before, it was just taking advantage of the sneak attack.

But this time, Chang Yan had already released a magic weapon to protect his body, yet he was still easily killed by the opponent.

"Who else is going to die?"

In the arena, Song Yan stood proudly, his eyes provocatively sweeping towards the last Xiantian Jiuzhong on the side of the immortal cultivators.

The Xiantian Ninth Layer is called Fan Zhong, and in terms of strength, he is similar to the dead Xuanxin and Changyan.

Therefore, feeling Song Yan's provocative eyes, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, and subconsciously turned his eyes away, not daring to look at him.

Seeing this scene, Yanhuang felt very happy.

But the nine foundation-builders on the side of the immortal cultivators felt deeply ashamed.

Song Yan found that the other party had actually flinched, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Haha, aren't you high-ranking immortal cultivators? Why are you still afraid of me as an ordinary warrior?"

Although the cultivators were angry and humiliated by Song Yan's taunt, no one took the initiative to stand up.

He beheaded four people in a row, and two of them were born ninefold. They all knew the power of Song Yan, an ordinary warrior, and they were not fools. No one would go up to die.

"Fan Zhong, go up and kill this kid!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a white robe. He was one of the nine sects in the world of cultivating immortals, Qing Yuzi, the sect of the Qingling Sect.

Hearing this, Fan Zhong couldn't help flashing fear in his eyes, he said hesitantly: "Master, I, I made a mistake in my practice last night, and I can't use my true energy for the time being, so...!"

The so-called practice going wrong is just excuses. How can Qing Yuzi not understand that his apprentice is afraid of that ordinary warrior, but he thinks that his apprentice has excellent aptitude. It is also a huge loss, so he said softly:

"You bastard, when you return to the sect, you will be fined to face the wall for a year!"

"Thank you Master!"

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard that his master didn't need to ask him to fight anymore. As for facing the wall for a year, it was nothing compared to losing his life!

Seeing that the other party turned into a shrinking turtle, Song Yan was unwilling to let the group of cultivators go, and sneered, "What? Have you confessed? Or, I will allow the two of you to go up together!"

"Amitabha!" Among the nine foundations, a middle-aged monk proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Since the little benefactor has such a request, this seat will fulfill you, Zhiyong, Zhiyong, Zhiyong, you go up and ask him for advice."

This middle-aged monk is called Master Jin Guang, and he is one of the nine sects in the world of cultivating immortals, the head of the Jin Guang Buddhist Sect.

"Yes, Master!"

Two young monks wearing moon white monk clothes came out more and more. Compared with the monk who was beaten to death by Song Yan for the first time, these two monks looked more handsome. of cultivation.

"The poor monk Zhiyong met the benefactor."

"The poor monk has met the benefactor."

The two monks saluted Song Yan very politely.

As the saying goes, don't hit smiling faces, these two monks are so polite, Song Yan decided in his heart that he would not kill them, but wound them, so he smiled back and said: "The two masters are polite, my servant...! "

It's just that Song Yan's words have not been fully uttered, and Zhiyong suddenly throws out a string of Buddhist beads.

The Buddha beads flew to the top of Song Yan's head, and the golden light bloomed suddenly, and the phantoms of nine Buddha statues flew out of it. The phantoms of the nine Buddha statues stabilized the void, and spoke the Buddhist mantra. However, his mental lake was shaken, and he regained his sobriety, and immediately realized that he had been tricked by these two monks.

However, the moment he woke up, a vajra the size of a fist had come to the top of his head, carrying a gust of evil wind, and slammed towards his forehead.

"Hey, I wanted to spare the lives of both of you, but you dared to sneak attack the young master!"

With a sneer, Song Yan raised his hand and punched the vajra directly.

"Crack! Kick!"

The Vajra Pestle, which is a third-grade treasure, was actually cracked several times by his punch.

"Wow!"

The moment the vajra was struck out of the crack, Zhizhi opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

Whoosh!

The figure swayed like a ghost, and Song Yan came forward.

"Boom!"

He raised his hand and slammed two palms, directly hitting the chests of the two monks, with two clicks, their protective magic weapon shattered, and the two of them flew out like kites with broken strings, and fell to the ground without a sound .