Chapter 5320： ashes

Five thousand three hundred and twenty chapters ashes

Seeing that Situ Guang was about to die under Su Yan's sword, suddenly, the void in the distance was covered with dark clouds and thunder was loud, and then a blue long sword flew from the clouds and quickly stabbed Su Yan's throat.

Su Yan was as calm as water, and the dagger in his hand threw forward, as fast as a meteor, emitting a dazzling light, containing a majestic power, collided with the blue long sword, producing a strong explosion.

For a while, the streamer was shining, the void shattered, and the two weapons flew towards the original road at the same time.

Su Yan jumped, flipped a few somersaults in the air, reached out to grab the knife, and landed firmly on the ground.

At this time, in the void, a middle-aged man in a gray robe stood on a blue long sword, and Yu Jian flew towards Su Yan.

Situ Guang's body was shocked, a look of joy appeared on his face, his body trembled slightly, and his heart felt extremely excited, like a drowning man suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw, and immediately got up from the ground , walked quickly to the middle-aged man, stooped slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Teacher Situ Guang sees Master."

"No ceremony." The middle-aged man had no expression on his face, but he didn't smile. He reached out to pat Situ Guang on the shoulder, and said solemnly.

Situ was beaming, pointed at Su Yan and said, "Master, this kid is domineering and arrogant. He not only killed several elders of the Taiyin Sect and the four guardians of the Dharma, but also injured many disciples of our Promise Demon Sect. Rong, please also ask Master to help us support justice."

The middle-aged man was the Sect Master of the Promise Demon Sect, whose name was Leng Qingfeng. At this moment, he learned that Su Yan was so arrogant, the blue veins on his forehead burst out, and he clenched his fists tightly. A raging anger emerged in his heart, and he walked slowly to Su Yan. In front of him, he pointed his sword to his nose and said, "Boy, this is the sect master of the Wuji Demon Sect. If you are sensible, you should obediently capture it, and hand over the remaining branches of the Flame Tree, otherwise, I will be mad at me. Under attack, you will die without a place to be buried."

"No matter who you are, I won't just grab you." Su Yan shook his head, the corner of his mouth evoked a sinister arc, and gently cut his chin with his hand, resolutely said.

"Okay, since you are courting death, then I will fulfill you."

"Who will kill the deer, I don't know yet. If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

"Boy, stop talking nonsense and die."

"Since you are in such a hurry to get on the road, then I have to give you a ride."

As soon as the words fell, Leng Qingfeng jumped and rose into the air, like an eagle, spreading its wings and soaring, holding a long sword in his hand, stabbed Su Yan's facade fiercely.

The light flickered, the space shattered, and several sword lights appeared in the sky, like shooting stars, fast, accurate and ruthless.

Seeing this, Su Yan's figure moved, leaving an afterimage on the spot, deftly avoiding all attacks, and fell steadily five feet away, without any danger.

But at this moment, I saw a dazzling sword light falling down, instantly splitting a deep hole in the ground, and the trees next to it collapsed with a bang, flying sand and stones, and rolling dust, filled with a slaughter scene.

Su Yan was as cold as frost, soaring into the sky, his body emitting divine light, like a divine rainbow, it shattered the sky, unstoppable, and the surrounding air seemed to be burning, making a tearing sound.

Seeing this scene, Situ Guang and some of the remaining Wuji Demon Sect disciples showed a look of joy on their faces, and their hearts were extremely excited, as if they saw the Goddess of Victory waving at everyone, and their eyes flashed with a deep expression. Yearning and longing.

As we all know, within the Promise Demon Sect, Leng Qingfeng has a profound cultivation base and is highly respected, and he has still stepped into the half-step spiritual realm, and he has no idea how many enemies' blood has been tainted in his hands.

It is said that in the past 100 years, anyone who dared to oppose him has not had a good end. He has either interrupted his hands or feet, or he has abolished his cultivation, and some of them have even disappeared.

In a word, Leng Qingfeng does not leave the mountain, and once he leaves the mountain, there will be a **** storm.

Today, in front of the powerhouse Leng Qingfeng, Su Yan is no exception and is destined to die in his hands.

For a moment, including Situ Guang and the others, a contempt surged in their hearts, thinking that Su Yan would definitely die this time.

"Master, kill Su Yan and avenge those disciples who died."

"Hmph, our master is a top-notch expert, and it's easy to deal with a nobody."

"Master will win!

"Boy, hand over the remnants of the flame tree, we can leave you a whole corpse."

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Hearing the discussion among the crowd, Su Yan's face was expressionless, like a calm lake, and he couldn't make a ripple in his heart.

Leng Qingfeng raised his head and raised his chest, his eyes shot a cold light, stared at Su Yan coldly, and said word by word: "Boy, you don't know what's good or bad, then this seat will let you go to ashes."

"Shut up, have you said enough? Say one more word, you will die miserably." Su Yan frowned and walked away, stepping on a colorful auspicious cloud under his feet. A majestic force ripped apart the void and stretched out a golden energy handprint, which seemed to materialize and slapped Leng Qingfeng fiercely.

Leng Qingfeng frowned, as if he was aware of the enormous pressure and did not dare to touch its edge.

Seeing this, Lu Chen's thoughts moved, and he quickly landed on the ground. He also used the technique of escaping the ground, transformed into a streamer, and disappeared directly from the ground.

The next moment, two streamers of different colors swam rapidly under the bottom layer about 100 meters deep, one after the other, as fast as shooting stars.

Leng Qingfeng fled forward, while Su Yan was in hot pursuit, chasing each other in the dark soil layer, causing a violent explosion.

After a while, Leng Qingfeng was overwhelmed and jumped out of the ground.

At the same time, Su Yan also rushed out from the soil layer, holding a broken sword in his hand, the cold light flickered, bright as day, like a meteor streaking across the sky, and passed by Leng Qingfeng in an instant.

Suddenly, accompanied by a painful voice, Leng Qingfeng was like a paper toy, and was smashed to pieces by Su Yan's sword light, and several ribs in his chest were broken inch by inch. A group of bright red blood arrows scattered in the void, forming a beautiful picture.

Su Yan sneered, and rose into the sky, so fast that almost no one could see his figure clearly. He displayed a trick of the gods' legs, and the brilliance flashed, containing a force of destruction, and instantly reached Leng Qingfeng. Before he could react, he kept kicking him in the chest.