Peach Fortune Ring

Chen Yizhou, the commander of the coalition army, led a group of suzerain heads to face Song Yan on the mountain.

"Little Huang Liang, now that our army is under pressure, why don't you just catch me? When will you wait?"

Ao Guang came out out of the crowd, stared at Song Yan resentfully, and shouted with a sneer.

Song Yan didn't pay attention to him at all, his eyes fell on the center of the army, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Nangong Wushuang, why don't you show up at this point?"

The figures flashed, and the figures of Nangong Wushuang and the six martial saints appeared in front of the army.

"Huang Liang, we meet again." Nangong Wushuang said with a smile on his face, his eyes full of pride.

"Yeah, it's a pity to meet again. Every time we meet, we need to fight each other!" Song Yan said with a smile.

Suddenly, resentment flashed in Nangong Wushuang's eyes, and he said teasingly, "Does Huang Liang want to live? As long as you are willing to kneel down and beg me, I can spare your life!"

"You are not worthy!" Song Yan shook his head.

Immediately, Nangong Wushuang's eyes turned cold, and he waved his hand and said, "Master Chen, attack, break the mountain gate of Qingweimen for me, and no one will be left behind!"

"attack!"

Chen Yizhou looked at Song Yan complicatedly, and activated the order of the general confession.

"retreat!"

Song Yan let out a low cry, and retreated into the mountain gate with a group of Supreme Elders.

"Don't let him escape, you guys catch up and kill him!" Nangong Wushuang shouted sharply, and immediately, the six martial saints behind him rushed towards Song Yan like lightning.

[Author's Digression]: One more

Chapter 789 [Great Victory]

In order to see Song Yan being killed with his own eyes, Nangong Wushuang also quickly chased after him.

Just after entering the mountain gate of Qingweimen, Nangong Wushuang saw a scene that made her unbelievable. The six martial saints she brought were surrounded and besieged by twelve martial saints.

These twelve martial saints all wore bronze masks, but their true identities were unknown.

"This...how is this possible? Where did he get so many martial arts masters?" Nangong Wushuang was shocked and angry.

"Are you surprised?"

When Song Yan's voice sounded, Nangong Wushuang turned his head to look, just in time to see Song Yan who was wearing a black robe, a feather crown, and cloud boots walking towards her, where there was no panic, but a feeling of indescribability calm.

For a moment, Nangong Wushuang's thoughts changed sharply, and he suddenly realized that he might have fallen into his scheme.

angry?Unwilling?regret?

all!

At this moment, Chen Yizhou rushed in with the sect masters of the 38 factions and hundreds of master-level masters.

The arrival of Chen Yizhou gave Nangong Wushuang hope: "Quick, kill him quickly, the little girl will be grateful!"

But the masters of these sects are not fools. They glanced at the eighteen martial saints fighting in the arena, and their armors were clearly distinguished. Obviously, the twelve masked martial saints belonged to the Qingwei sect.

When did the Qingwei sect have twelve more martial saints?

"what!"

A scream came from a Martial Saint, but he was blown in the head by an old man wearing a bronze mask.

The Martial Saint has fallen, and it is still Nangong Wushuang's side!

For a moment, except for Chen Yizhou and Xiao Zhengnan behind him, everyone else's hearts trembled violently.

"What are you still doing in a daze, kill him!" Nangong Wushuang roared.

"Go!"

Chen Yizhou suddenly let out a sharp shout.

Hearing this, Nangong Wushuang couldn't help being overjoyed.

But immediately, her expression froze, because the target of Chen Yizhou's attack was not Song Yan, but "one of my own"!

puff!puff!puff!puff!puff!puff!puff!

Blood splattered, screams one after another.

Caught off guard, under Gui Yuanzong's rebellion, the 37 factions suffered heavy casualties. In an instant, more than a dozen suzerain heads were killed, and no less than a hundred of the late grand masters died.

Among them, Chen Yizhou personally beheaded Ao Guang.

Xiao Zhengnan beheaded the leader and sect master of Shenyue Sect and Tianluomen with his own hands.

After a successful blow, Chen Yizhou did not love to fight, but led the elders who returned to Yuanzong to retreat to Song Yan's side.

"Subordinate Chen Yizhou sees the young master!"

"Subordinate Xiao Zhengnan sees the young master!"

Chen Yizhou and Xiao Zhengnan bent over to salute Song Yan at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Wushuang was dumbfounded, and so were the members of the 37 faction.

why?

Why did Chen Yizhou and Xiao Zhengnan call themselves subordinates in front of the head of Qingwei Sect.

"You...you have colluded with each other?"

Nangong Wushuang pointed at Song Yan and Chen Yizhou with grief and indignation.

Chen Yizhou nodded playfully: "That's right, I, Gui Yuanzong, belonged to Young Master a long time ago, and you are so stupid to ask us to deal with Young Master! So, we came to push the boat along the way!"

"good very good!"

Nangong Wushuang's face became even more ugly, and he yelled sadly: "Gui Yuanzong, Huang Liang, I, Nangong Wushuang, swear that you will die without a place to die!"

"Do you think you have a future?" Song Yan shook his head and sneered.

"I want to go, you can't keep me! Huang Liang, you will soon see my revenge on you!"

As soon as the words fell, Nangong Wushuang suddenly disappeared in place.

Seeing this, Chen Yizhou and Xiao Zhengnan's expressions changed dramatically.