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Meng Yao saw that Meng Xiuwen had suddenly opened his eyes, and was shocked by the turn of events. However, Meng Yao knew that he was not Meng Xiuwen's opponent, so he could only fight with all his might, if his palm landed on Meng Xiuwen, he would be able to avenge the people, if not he would be able to follow along, Meng Yao's desperate palm would directly fly towards Meng Xiuwen's chest, but Meng Xiuwen did not panic at all, the corners of his mouth raised in a cold and disdainful smile, and then slowly went deep into his palms, raising his hands to block Meng Yao's attack.

The two of them struck their palms together, and Meng Yao was repelled by the five Spirit Energy s that were as strong as him. Meng Xiuwen retracted his palms and smiled obscenely: "Big Miss, the Three Soul Songs of your Meng Family is indeed very strong, but the difference in cultivation between you and me is really huge, do you think that your Requiem can work against me? "I advise you to obediently surrender. This way, you will be able to avoid some pain and suffering. If you serve me well, I might consider not killing you and let you live."

"Pui!" "You shameless old pervert, even if I die, I won't let you succeed," Meng Yao spat in disgust, then took out the jade bamboo flute in her hand, as she was prepared to make her final stand. She didn't believe that her Requiem was ineffective, and she also wouldn't surrender so easily.

Although he knew that Meng Yao was in trouble, Zhang Yan did not immediately rush up to him. It was not that Zhang Yan did not want to save anyone, but everyone here was stronger than him, if they could not do anything, then Zhang Yan would be at a loss as well. The situation was different, after the intense battle earlier, Meng Xiuwen was only a Martial Saint cultivator now, and the Spirit Qi here could not be cultivated either.

The current Meng Xiuwen should be much weaker than before. Furthermore, they were already at the most critical juncture, and if Zhang Yan still didn't come out, this old fogey would definitely perform the Spring Palace in front of him. How could Meng Yao, this kind of great beauty, let him ruin it? Therefore, Zhang Yan could only bite the bullet and come out as a hero to save the beauty.

Meng Xiuwen was startled by the sudden voice, and immediately jumped a few meters back, "Who is it?"

When he saw that it was a youth of about twenty years of age with a cultivation base only at Martial Master, he could not help but heave a sigh of relief, and immediately asked with his chest puffed up: "Who are you? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or else I will let you have a hard time! "

"Hurry up, you are not his opponent, do not worry about me," Meng Yao originally thought that he would be saved, but upon thinking that Zhang Yan's cultivation could not catch up to her, he came out to die, and could not help but to shout out.

Zhang Yan watched as Meng Yao helped Meng Yao up, allowing her to do it properly, before he smiled confidently and said: "With me here, I will definitely not let this old thing bully you. Only then will we know if we can beat him,"

Meng Yao looked at Zhang Yan's background, and suddenly felt that Zhang Yan was not lying, and in her heart, she felt that Zhang Yan could truly defeat Meng Xiuwen.

"Teach me a lesson?" Meng Xiuwen heard and laughed: "Kid, why are you not looking at yourself? With your cultivation, do you think you can teach me a lesson? "Ridiculous, I can kill you with a finger, and you still dare to boast and shamelessly teach me a lesson?"

Meng Xiuwen laughed coldly when he saw this, and then Asura's Spirit Energy s immediately rushed out from the Dantian, gathering into his hands, following up with a palm strike aimed at the powerful Spirit Energy s.

However, this time, the attack was much weaker than the one between the two old men. However, this attack still caused Meng Xiuwen to be greatly shocked, he did not expect that the attack he received with his full power in his current state would actually hit the kid in front of him. Furthermore, it seemed that he had not used his full power yet.

After Meng Xiuwen unleashed his palm strike, he immediately stopped, and stood there staring at Zhang Yan in shock, "I never thought that you would have such strength, to actually be able to take my palm strike. I just do not know how long your Martial Master cultivation base will last, how long will you last? When your Spirit Energy dry up, it will be your death date. "

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business here. Hurry up and flee, otherwise don't blame me for being impolite!" Meng Xiuwen shouted loudly.

Zhang Yan heard and laughed, "Why are you afraid? Is it because you know that you are no match for me and want to scare me away? "

"I'll tell you, no matter what, today, I will kill you. As for when the Spirit Energy within my Dantian will be used up, I can tell you this: even if you die, the Spirit Energy within my Dantian will not be used up," Zhang Yan said one word at a time.

"Good kid, then I'll let you experience my Absolute Soul Palm," Meng Xiuwen said as he flipped his palm, following which a huge palm formed from Spirit Energy appeared in front of him, and directly smashed towards Zhang Yan mercilessly.

Only now did Zhang Yan know that this palm was called the Absolute Soul Palm, this palm was a martial skill that Meng Xiuwen had used before. Zhang Yan had seen the might of this palm, and people who were at the Martial Ancestor level were instantly turned into meat paste, it could be seen that the Absolute Soul Palm was extremely powerful, and the level of this Absolute Soul Palm was definitely not low.

However, if it was the Meng Xiuwen at his peak, he would not hesitate to escape, but the current Meng Xiuwen was not able to make Zhang Yan worry, he had already used up almost the same amount of strength as Zhang Yan, so Zhang Yan was not afraid of his palm.

Zhang Yan then took out the stone sword, and immediately, the blood red Spirit Energy s on the sword started to spin, as though they were blazing flames, Zhang Yan condensed all of the Spirit Energy onto the stone sword, and at the same time, activated the lines on the stone sword. Zhang Yan swung the stone sword with both of his hands, and a gigantic blood red Sword Qi, that was close to one meter long, shot out from Zhang Yan's stone sword, and immediately after, the Sword Qi's palm collided with Meng Xiuwen's Spirit Energy.

Just then, the blood red Sword Qi seemed to pause for a moment, and then it shook for a moment, and the blood red Sword Qi immediately cut off Meng Xiuwen's Absolute Soul Palm, and passed through the huge hand of the Spirit Energy and rushed towards Meng Xiuwen.

Meng Xiuwen was so scared by this unforeseen event, he never thought that Zhang Yan would actually be able to unleash such a powerful strike, and it was already too late for him to dodge. He could only use his own Spirit Energy s to support his chest, wanting to block Zhang Yan's strike.

The Sword Qi flashed with a red light and instantly slashed onto Meng Xiuwen's Spirit Energy Shield. Meng Xiuwen was of the Martial Saint cultivation, so his control over the Spirit Energy was extremely strong and meticulous. He had used the Spirit Energy Shield to block Zhang Yan's attack, but once the Sword Qi blocked it, Zhang Yan's figure had already disappeared from his original position.

Meng Xiuwen heard a voice from behind him. The voice was like a death god that had come from hell, proclaiming his death.

"Die!" Zhang Yan suddenly appeared behind Meng Xiuwen and used his sword to cut Meng Xiuwen in half from the middle.

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