Chapter 48： Supernatural power: Purple Qi is coming from the east!

"Qingyan Town is ahead? Junior brothers and sisters, let's speed up!"

Fifty miles away from Qingyan Town, a group of thirteen figures flew from the sky like shooting stars. After seeing Qingyan Town, Feng Yan couldn't help but exclaimed.

A disciple of the Thousand Sword Sect in the Eighth Layer of the Xuanyuan Realm was puzzled and asked, "Brother Feng, what are we going to do in Qingyan Town? Although it was the burial site of the Misty Rain Sword God three thousand years ago, there is no treasure."

"Junior Brother's words are wrong. Our Thousand Sword Sect is the purest swordsman in Lingnan County, and the Sword God of Yanyu is a kendo senior. Since we are here, how can we not visit our ancestors?"

Feng Yan's eyes flickered slightly and smiled proudly.

The other twelve true disciples of the Thousand Sword Sect nodded one after another, and a sense of reverence rose in the eyes of Qingyanzhen in front of them.

Every sword repairer has the purest love for swords. The Thousand Sword Sect regards himself as a swordsman, and the disciples in the clan naturally have a kind of respect from the soul for the kendo seniors.

Feng Yan sneered at this scene, a group of idiots, I hope you can come out of here alive.

Looking back, he saw a faint excitement flashing in his eyes. If he hadn't seen the remnant picture in an ancient book in the Hall of Transmission, how could he have come to Qingyan Town?

"The inheritance of the Yanyu Sword God that has not been discovered for three thousand years is mine!" Feng Yan clenched his fists, his heart beating violently, and the inheritance of the Yanyu Sword God was inevitable.

...

In Qingyan Town, seeing Xu Ying and Lin Tianheng of Feng Yan's thirteen people with their own eyes, they were stunned. Someone actually came, really old friends?

"Feng Yan was discovered fifty miles away?"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly felt an inexplicable fear of silence.

Feng Yan is the Ninth Heaven in the Xuanyuan Realm. He led twelve fellows into a sword formation. The thirteen people resonated with the true essence, and faintly formed the appearance of a huge sword on the surface of the body. The huge sword guarded them entering Qingyan Town and resisted. The ubiquitous fierce sword intent.

"Huh, anyone?"

Feng Yan's expression suddenly became gloomy, and seeing the dust on the ground not far away, there was a faint footprint, his eyes turned sharply, and he coldly shouted, "Go!"

After a few more steps, he saw the footprints again, this time on a boulder, and the walker should be impatient.

From the distance between the two footprints, combined with the special terrain of Qingyan Town, it is not difficult to guess the master's cultivation level that left the footsteps, which made Feng Yan's heart sink slightly.

There was a tinge of blood beside the third step. Feng Yanzhen took a sword gas and found a ray of dark red from it, which should be a trace of blood cutting.

This made him couldn't help being overjoyed. When he turned around, he saw a suspicious look in the eyes of a few disciples of the Thousand Sword Sect. He laughed and said, "This is the footprints left by the thieves of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect. I can't expect to come to Qingyan Town to pay homage to the ancestors. I can make a contribution, this is the misty rain sword **** who is protecting us in the dark."

"Senior brothers and sisters, follow me, slay demons and demons!"

Three miles away, when he took out the black robe from the stored treasure, Lin Tianheng, who was about to split, heard the faint laughter from Feng Yan, his eyes were strange, and he looked silent.

Silently shook his head, watched his nose and nose, and said calmly: "He is looking for death by himself, so I can't blame us."

Xu Ying: "..."

Lin Tianheng: "..."

A day later, Feng Yan and the others followed their footprints and went deep into Qingyan Town 12 miles away with difficulty. While the sea of ​​fog was floating, Feng Yan seemed to see a faint ray of black, and said with great joy: "Everyone, brothers and sisters, thieves of Wanmozong Right in front of my eyes, I cut him down with me to sacrifice to the spirit of the sword **** in the sky!"

When the disciples of the Twelve True Legends of the Thousand Sword Sect heard this, their eyes glowed, and the sluggish giant sword once again glowed, shaking away the fierce sword intent that kept coming.

In the central area of ​​Qingyan Town, a black-robed old man opened his eyes, his cold eyes seemed to penetrate Sanli Jianqi, and he saw Feng Yan and others.

"What kind of ants dare to step on the old man?"

Bailian Demon Lord Jiejie sneered, stood up, one step was half a mile, wherever he went, his sharp sword energy was shattered, and he reached Feng Yan and the others in five or six steps.

Feng Yan's expression changed drastically. As early as the fourth step of Bailian Demon Lord, he knew that his estimation was wrong and that he had provoke people who shouldn't be offended.

However, he was also decisive, and gathered the power of twelve true disciples of the Thousand Sword Sect, and finally slashed out that sword when the sixth step of Bailian Demon Lord fell.

boom!

Feng Yan's thirteen people worked together to make a sword, and was smashed with one claw by Bailian Demon Lord. The powerful Zhen Yuan riot swept in all directions, and even the natal sword energy left by the Misty Rain Sword God was wiped out.

The formation of Feng Yan and the others was suddenly broken, and under the frontal blow of the Heaven-robbing Realm powerhouse, they couldn't resist, vomiting blood and flying backwards.

Among them, two disciples of Thousand Swords Sect were weak, and before they had time to condense the shield of true essence, they were pierced into hedgehogs by fierce sword aura, and finally every drop of blood and flesh attracted fierce sword aura again.

It wasn't until the traces left by the two in Qingyan Town were completely shattered that the sword energy of the riot slowly returned to normal.

Bailian Demon Lord was also in a big shock, and was repelled ten feet away, with a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

"If it wasn't for my life to be injured by that **** thing, you ants would be qualified to injure the old man?"

The Hundred Lian Demon Lord looked terrifying, and appeared in front of a true disciple of the Thousand Swords Sect in a flash, and after crushing the neck of that Thousand Sword Sect disciple with one hand, he walked towards another Thousand Sword Sect disciple.

"go!"

Feng Yan is so terrified that he can't even save his life. How dare he go to the Yanyu Sword God to inherit?

The only remaining ten thousand swordsman disciples were frightened by Bailian Demon Lord, and they flew around in a panic. Bailian Demon Lord slapped one to death, and the depression over the past few days was vented, extremely happy.

Xu Ying and Lin Tianheng, who watched this scene three miles away, were also terrified. The gap between the Profound Origin Realm and the Duotian Realm was really too big. The Hundred Refining Demon Lord was so fierce and powerful. The death of the Qianjianzong disciple made them seem to see themselves. In the end, he also subconsciously wanted to escape.

But the figure in front of them gave them an inexplicable belief, as if as long as he stood here, nothing was irresistible.

"Big Brother..." Xu Ying looked at the silent figure, her eyes in a trance, and she whispered softly.

"My talent is overwhelming. It's not a problem to break through the Heaven Realm, and there is even a hint of hope for breaking through the Law Realm!"

"I am strong, and it is common to kill enemies with higher ranks. I have a place in the Qianlong ranking!"

"I'm still young, and there is still a lot of time. Time represents infinite possibilities... What Zhao Yuyao, Liu Yijian, Lin Ran, will eventually be the dead soul under my sword..."

"I still... don't want to die!"

Feeling the increasingly shadow of death, Feng Yan flees in despair, trying to escape Qingyan Town, but the breath behind him clearly tells him that he has no way to go.

At this moment, Feng Yan saw the silence and yelled: "Brother Shen, I finally found the inheritance left by the Sword God Yanyu, and I will kill the thieves of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect. Divide you in half!"

Feng Yan was talking very slippery, but he didn't stop at all. He was overjoyed when he saw the silent three walking towards him. He secretly said that the three of you will not stop me. Let these three wastes, die for me!

Suddenly, a long sword pierced his heart.

"I wanted to wait until after the devil fights to take your life. I'm sorry, I missed it." Silently drew out the sword and flew Feng Yan away. The body without the protection of the tyrannical essence was pierced by countless fierce sword qi, erasing his existence in The last trace of this world.

"Kill Feng Yan, the stealer character, and steal all of his cultivation!"

Silently looked at the stepping Demon Lord Bailian, the Wandao stealing system still showed that it was not stealable.

"There are still three ants? The old man has been in hiding for many years. I didn't expect that there are so many young people in Lingnan County who are not afraid of death." Bailian Demon Lord looked at the silent three, and smiled evilly.

With a silent sword slashed, the cultivation of the fourth layer of the Xuanyuan realm crazily surged to the Huangpin Baojian, and another sword aura suddenly appeared in the endless mist...

Bailian Demon Lord saw a touch of purple, so countless purple sword lights appeared in his body.

Purple sword light exploded in his body, and countless strands of blood mist came out from his countless pores.

Supernatural powers: Purple Qi is coming from the east!