C170 You deserve to use a knife

Seeing Yi Yan rushing in alone, Han Cheng was so anxious that both his hands trembled.

In his opinion, although Yi Yan's strength was strong, he was still not a match for the several hundred Devil Sect disciples no matter what.

With a twist of his thick eyebrows, Han Cheng made a prompt decision and ordered all the disciples of the Spirit Separating Stage and stage to protect the Shangguan siblings and return to the Mystic Sword Star. Then, together with more than a hundred disciples of the Body Fusion stage and above, they charged into the battle circle without hesitation.

Whether it was from a personal relationship or considering the future of Sword Sect, Han Cheng definitely could not let Yi Yan die here.

However, although Han Cheng's order was given in time, another person had already rushed up while screaming before he had made his decision.

To a guy like Xing Jian, how could the boring sparring with the disciples of the sect compare to the pleasure of a few hundred people fighting in a free-for-all battle?

As Xing Jian commanded his Inferior Grade Immortal Artifact, Xing Jian's face flushed red with excitement. He then fiercely rushed towards the direction of the battle, which was far away from Yi Yan.

Although the flying Sword Infant was not as efficient as Yi Yan, the damage Xing Jian caused was still something that the Devil Sect could not underestimate.

Han Cheng stomped his feet angrily. However, he couldn't do anything about this Great Clan Elder who never followed the rules.

Ordinary disciples of the Sword Sect did not have such high strength. He could only lead them through the periphery of the Devil Sect encirclement, but did not dare to stupidly rush into the place with the most intense battle situation.

At least ten of them were people whose cultivation he was unable to see through. The act of charging straight in with his head lowered was not bravery, but more like pushing himself onto the road of death.

Yi Yan's expression was solemn. The Asura Lance flew left and right in his hands, clearing out a ten meter wide space. Anyone who tried to get close to it would be mercilessly killed by a spear.

After losing dozens of disciples, Shen Jing's head, which had been rushed by the raging hatred, finally began to calm down. He knew that if this continued, not to mention taking revenge, most of the disciples in Devil Sect would probably die here.

Shen Jing's face was gloomy as he led the ten elders of Devil Sect and more than forty disciples above the tribulation level to slowly stroll in front of Yi Yan.

When the Demon Ghost Sect disciples stopped their attacks and automatically moved out of the way, Yi Yan also stopped his slaughter. He held his Asura Spear in the air, his expression the same as before.

Xing Jian also took this opportunity to come to his side and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

At this time, the fighting arena had already gradually been split into several levels: the inner most layer was Yi Yan and Xing Jian. Around them were over fifty Devil Sect experts, with hundreds of Devil Sect disciples surrounding them and Han Cheng leading more than a hundred Sword Sect elites.

Being surrounded by so many people, Xing Jian was indeed the strongest in Sword Sect. Not only did he not show any sign of being nervous or afraid, he laughed out loud in excitement instead. "Haha! You must be a child of Devil Sect, right? Your father will know it just by looking at all of you! It felt good to be bullied by me, didn't it? You even came over just to practice for your Grandpa Xing, you're so obedient! "Haha!"

Yi Yan's heart stirred. So there was a conflict between Sword Sect?

However, thinking about it, it was not strange at all. Both sides were at the Tiandu Star Domain, and with the honest nature of the Sword Sect disciples, it would be strange if they could live peacefully with Devil Sect!

When Geng Dian wanted to kill Jiang Huan that year, there was probably a part of the reason behind the grudge between the sect and the sect.

Hearing Xing Jian's arrogant laughter, Shen Jing's face turned even redder from anger. He could not help but loudly shout, interrupting Xing Jian's wild laughter, "Xing Jian! Don't be too arrogant! That year, my master died in the hands of a shameless villain. A hundred years ago, you all killed my only beloved disciple.

Yi Yan raised his eyebrow, and was about to ask Xing Jian about the whole situation, but he only saw Xing Jian squinting his eyes, and unconcernedly opened his mouth: "Tsk tsk, you still have the nerve to say it? Back then, your master stole other people's Nascent Infant s to cultivate his devil art. What's wrong with laozi killing him?! And your disciple, you're talking about the brat who tried to snatch Jiang Huan's Sword Infant, right? He deserved it even more! It was already considered his good luck that he did not take out his Devil Infant and use it to roast it with his True Fire! What can you do?! "

Shen Jing was furious at Xing Jian's disdainful attitude and words. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared into the red light. After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a word from his throat, "If you have the guts, then I'll tell you your surname if you don't chop your baby sword into pieces!" "Kill them all!

After hearing Shen Jing's words, Xing Jian laughed wildly at the sky, appearing extremely arrogant. "Is it only you, a mere kid in the late stage of the heavenly tribulation? "How arrogant!"

Shen Jing's pupils constricted, his gaze suddenly became stern, and he coldly snorted: "If we're going to fight one on one, I admit that I'm not your match, but under the encirclement of many disciples of my Devil Sect, old thief, you can forget about escaping today!"

After he finished speaking, Shen Jing did not give Xing Jian a chance to react, and immediately retreated backwards. At the same time, he waved his hand, and the surrounding Devil Sect disciples immediately surrounded them, from up, down, left, right, and all directions, surrounding Yi Yan and Xing Jian.

Xing Jian never thought that Shen Jing, as a Sect Leader of the Devil Sect would actually be so shameless. He had only ordered his own disciples to surround and attack them, but he did not personally participate in the battle.

With a furious roar, Xing Jian braced himself and went all out to fight the three Rogue Devil s. It was just that the combined strength of these three Rogue Devil s was not inferior to him at all.

For a moment, Xing Jian was completely entangled by them, and he was completely unable to pull out his hands and feet.

While Xing Jian was being attacked, Yi Yan had already moved.

While Xing Jian and Shen Jing were talking, he carefully investigated the surrounding situation. He was surprised to discover that the ordinary disciples with lower Devil Sect had already stealthily retreated to the periphery, the disciples next to them had all been replaced with experts above the tribulation stage.

It was clear that Shen Jing was planning on using these experts to kill them here.

Therefore, when Shen Jing waved his hand to retreat, and the experts of Devil Sect rushed over, Yi Yan also moved.

The Asura Lance came out of the cave like a poisonous dragon, bringing along a black streak of lightning as it charged straight into the crowd.

Gripping the end of the spear tightly, a slender and powerful hand charged into the caught crowd like a shadow.

Yi Yan was like a tiger, and spear like a dragon as he rampaged through the crowd of Devil Sect disciples.

Sometimes, the long spear would stab directly, sometimes it would lift up, and sometimes, he would use the spear as a stick to swing layers upon layers of spear shadows, ruthlessly smashing towards the Devil Sect disciples who were blocking his path.

In a moment, the blood of the Devil Sect disciples who were blocking in front of Yi Yan were sent flying. With Yi Yan as the center, their bodies powerlessly fell to the ground.

A Five Calamity Rogue Devil took advantage of the moment when Yi Yan was being surrounded by a group of Devil Sect disciples to suddenly roar out explosively. The blood-red blade in his hand suddenly flipped upwards, and under the shine of all kinds of strange colors in the universe, it looked like a streak of blood that flashed past, heading straight towards Yi Yan.

Blades came one after another, each blade as if they were alive. Streaks of blade-light weaved into beams of light that were dozens of feet long and wide as they rained down madly. The sounds of wind and thunder faintly howled as they turned into a large net that came crashing down on his head.

A blade hacked out, covering Yi Yan's entire front, forcing all the Demon Ghost sect disciples away.

Those with a lower cultivation could only see the intersecting blades, but Yi Yan could see the long blade clearly, and released waves after waves of strange red light, faintly trembling. It was accompanied by a trembling, and their killing intent was wild and raging, overweeningly powerful, their incomparably powerful attacks were like thunder, bringing with it an unstoppable aura, causing one's heart to crack.

< p > "Hmph!" You dare to use your blade in front of me?! "

Yi Yan slightly narrowed his eyes, he stepped back and raised his spear, a blade that was pierced to death by Yi Yan easily fell into his hand.

Yi Yan raised the battle blade in his right hand slowly. Looking at his serious expression, it was as if the sword in his hand was not something that was light as a mountain to him.

As the warblade was raised, a bone-chilling, icy-cold killing intent filled the air. The violent aura of the Five Calamity Rogue Devil seemed to have encountered an invisible wall of air three meters away from Yi Yan, and it was difficult to take another step forward.

The lower part of the black robes fluttered slightly due to the collision between the two people, and Yi Yan's long hair fluttered behind him. In addition to his emotionless face and his pair of murderous eyes, everyone who saw this scene had the illusion that Yi Yan was the real demon god from hell who ruled over life and death, and these Devil Fiends were just a bunch of ants trying to shake a big tree.

After being slashed countless times by Yi Yan over the past few hundred years, compared to the time when he had killed Yu Jin, the power had increased by more than a hundred times.

The blade slashed out without a sound, but the imposing manner that the Five Calamity Rogue Devil painstakingly built up was like butter being cut by a hot knife. After a ear-piercing sound, it was actually split apart.

The Five Calamities Rogue Devil was shocked, he never thought that he would use his full strength. The blade that could almost be considered his strongest attack was actually countered by Yi Yan so easily, and the other party had even used a blade that he had casually grabbed, not his most proficient weapon.

< em > In just a flash, Yi Yan's figure rapidly arrived in midair. The blade in his hand slashed out a streak of dark light that landed on his chest without any delay.

The Five Calamity Rogue Devil was shocked. It was too late to dodge now, he could only try his best to twist his body, trying to avoid Yi Yan's blade that was going straight for his dantian.

Yi Yan had already expected his reaction. His body moved, and the direction of the blade changed accordingly, staring at his dantian without letting go. From the looks of it, if he did not slash him down to the bottom of the blade, this blade would absolutely not be retracted.

Watching the blade getting closer and closer to his right waist, no matter how he tried to dodge, the cold blade still firmly drew closer. The Five Calamity Rogue Devil had already closed his eyes in despair, and gave up on the futile struggle.

Right at this moment of life and death, a sharp and explosive roar suddenly came from behind Yi Yan: "Little thief, don't even think about harming my Senior Brother!"

At the same time, a sharp piercing sound was heard.

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