[Chapter 1534 Yuan Huang]
“what?”
Hearing Song Yan’s words, all the major forces felt quite astonished and surprised, but Xia Huanlong was overjoyed when he heard the words, and quickly said: “You see, this little thief is extremely arrogant and domineering. The little thieves came to the door one by one to destroy everyone, can you stop it? Why don’t you join forces to get rid of him today, and never have future troubles!”
Listening to Xia Huanlong’s words, everyone’s hearts do have concerns that they will be defeated by each of them.
The next moment, Yan Feixue, the sect master of the Martial God Sect, stared at Song Yan and asked, “Chu Fan, do you really want to tear your face with all of us?”
Hearing this, Song Yan showed a disdainful smile: “I gave you the opportunity just now, but unfortunately you didn’t cherish it. If you miss the opportunity, you will wash it with blood!”
Hearing Song Yan’s words, everyone was angry, Zhang Peishi coldly shouted: “You bastard! You really think that we, these noble families and sects, can’t do it!”
“Chu Fan, why are you doing this? Why don’t you take a step back?” Zhuge Riyue, the head of the Zhuge family, sighed.
Song Yan looked at the other party and said slowly: “I have some friendship with Zhuge Jiancheng. If you are willing to make him the young master of the Zhuge family, this time, I can not pursue the Zhuge family!”
Zhuge Jiancheng is the son of his second brother Zhuge Nanfeng, and he is not qualified to inherit the position of the head of the family.
Therefore, upon hearing Song Yan’s request, Zhuge Riyue’s face turned gloomy: “Chu Fan, how can I allow you to be an outsider in the affairs of my Zhuge family? US!”
“Yes?”
Song Yan smiled disapprovingly: “Okay, it’s not interesting to talk too much, let’s see the real chapter under the hand!”
“Arrogant!”
“Insanity!”
“court death!”
“Go!”
During the scolding, forty-six sun god masters shot together, and the momentum was terrifying to the extreme, as if the end of the world had come.
In the face of this wave of attacks, Song Yan not only did not retreat, but went up to meet him alone. To outsiders, the current Song Yan is like a pebble in the torrent, and it may be swallowed at any time and nothing is left. .
But right now.
Song Yan had a blue short sword in his hand.
The Green Flood Sword is comparable to the existence of Immortal Treasures.
In the next instant, an inexplicable sword intent rippled out, and the Green Flood Sword in Song Yan’s hand also burst into colorful brilliance. At this moment, Song Yan showed no reservations and fully showed his strength.
“cut!”
Song Yan waved his Qing Jiao sword and slashed out a sword against the attacking frenzy.
A multicolored sword light with a length of hundreds of meters shot out from the Qingjiao Sword Sect and crashed into the attacking frenzy.
“Boom!”
With a series of collisions and explosions, the Baizhang Sword Qi dimmed a lot, but it split the attack torrent formed by the forty-six Yang Gods into two halves!
“This?”
“How can it be?”
“God, he actually… actually!”
Seeing this scene, not only the forty-six sun gods were stunned, but most of the warriors watching the battle were stunned!
“Boom! Boom!”
The attacking torrent that was split in half hit the buildings behind it, like a typhoon plowed through, and the rest was just dilapidated.
After half an hour.
Xuanyuan Poran of Longwuzong asked in an unbelievable tone: “You, what kind of existence are you?”
“you guess?”
As soon as the voice fell, Song Yan stepped out of the air, and the green dragon sword in his hand bloomed again.
No fairy! ! !
This time, there is no huge sword qi as long as 100 zhang, but the feeling it brings to the Sun God warriors is more and more dangerous. Yes, the 100 zhang sword qi that Song Yan split just now was just relying on brute force, but now, he is Performed the “Breaking Heaven Sword Art”!
boom!
The sword intent was turbulent, hitting the mind and soul of the dry sun god warrior again and again.
Those with weak minds directly vomit blood.
At the same time, a chisel-long sword energy appeared around them.
“Dang Dang Dang Dang!”
“Bang bang bang bang!”
“Puff puff puff!”
Blood splashed, and in one move, all the forty-six Yangshen warriors were cut by the sword qi. The serious ones were covered with scars, dying, and the light ones only had one wound, but no matter how powerful they were in their bodies, they could not repair the sword qi cut. Injury reduction.
One sword wounded forty-six Sun God warriors, so terrifying!
At this moment, the eyes of the forty-six Yang Shen warriors looking at Song Yan changed.
At this moment, Xia Qian’s eyes on Song Yan changed. There was admiration, excitement, and admiration. She squeezed and squeezed her fists, but she didn’t realize it. Dao’s thin but indomitable figure was reluctant to move away for a moment.
The eyes of the warriors watching the battle also changed when they looked at Song Yan…
In the crowd, Zhang Bicheng also clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails had sunk into the flesh, pierced the palm of his hand, and blood continued to fall down his fists. Immediately, a sense of despair rose from the bottom of his heart, he knew that he would always be forever There is no possibility of surpassing that guy!
Song Yan frowned, a little dissatisfied. Using the power of martial arts to urge the Heaven-shattering Sword Art is always a little bit meaningless. If it was replaced by Xian Yuanli, I am afraid that no one present would be alive.
“Come again!”
The moment Song Yan raised his sword, the forty-six Yang Shen warriors all trembled in their hearts.
The next moment, Song Yan disappeared in place!
Then, screams sounded, but it was like a giant hammer hitting their hearts.
Xia Huanlong died, not only physically, but even the Yang God did not escape, and was crushed by the powerful sword intent.
Fear, boundless fear!
Because they didn’t see how Song Yan used the sword at all, they thought about it, if the sword attacked them just now, their fate would be the same as Xia Huanlong.
Thorn God! ! !
Song Yan disappeared again.
Immediately afterwards, there was another scream, which represented the death of another Yang Shen martial artist.
“Chu Fan, do you really want to kill them all!”
Yan Feixue roared and shouted.
“If you cut grass without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will blow and grow again. Since you are involved in this turmoil, you must prepare for your fall!”
As soon as the voice fell, Song Yan disappeared again.
The next moment, Yan Feixue was dead!
“metropolitan!”
Several sun god masters of Martial God Sect shouted back!
escape!
run away!
The remaining Yangshen warriors no longer had the courage to stay here, and they turned into an afterglow and shot all around, but at this moment, a large formation suddenly rose up, covering a radius of several thousand meters.
“Bang bang bang!”
All the Yangshen warriors who fled were bounced back by the formation.
Song Yan stood in the void with his sword in hand, and looked at them with playful eyes, just like the gods above the nine heavens, looking down on all beings.
“Die!”
Song Yan drank lightly, a sword came from the west, and another Yang Shen warrior fell.
“Young friend Chu, that’s enough!”
Just as Song Yan raised his sword and was about to continue the killing, an old man rose from the ground, suspended in mid-air, and stared at Song Yan: “Master Chu, give this old man a face, how about not killing him again?”
“It’s Emperor Yuan! We are saved!”
As soon as he saw this old man, Xuanyuan Powang shouted excitedly.
Emperor Yuan, whose name was Ning Yuan, was the eleventh-generation emperor of Wei, the grandfather of the current Emperor of Wei.
When Ning Yuan was in power, he broke the Yang God and became an existence that surpassed the Yang God.
Later, he handed down the throne and lived in seclusion in the palace. Now he has not appeared in eighty years. Unexpectedly, he appears today.
