Chapter 1260

Seeing song Yan's sword broke more than a dozen joint attacks in the later period of distraction, a surrounding practitioner couldn't help exclaiming: "this is song Xiaomo, indeed worthy of reputation!"

Another man nodded his head in deep thought, and stared at the scene with some dementia in his eyes: "in the early stage of distraction, he fought against more than ten people in the later stage of distraction, and this little devil of Song Dynasty was too fierce!"

Suddenly, a onlooker exclaimed, "no, isn't this little demon of Song Dynasty coming to rob relatives? I go to his grandfather's, don't this song Xiaomo and taiyijiao Saint have personal love, then these six princes are not green hat princes, which is also too strong! "

Hearing this, the eyes of all the onlookers around were brightened.

Many onlookers stared at the scene in surprise. In the scene, song Yan broke more than ten members of the later stage of distraction, and the black sword in his hand went forward like lightning.

"Poof!"

With a light sound, the blood flowed, and the black sword had been drawn from a distracted man's eyebrow and turned into a remnant of light to cut to another man.

"Poof...!"

A huge stream of blood shot into the air, and a head flew up to the sky.

But in the breathing, song Yan cut two distracted later.

"So strong!"

Seeing this scene, a group of onlookers were stunned. At the beginning of a distracted period, they cut off two later distracted periods in an instant. Is that still the beginning of distracted period?

When! When! When!

Ink black sword is continuously wielded, and several attacks are made to ge Kai. Then, song Yan takes a step.

Poop!

In a flash, song Yan bullies himself to a distracted man. However, the black sword in his hand stabs him in the chest first. The sword Qi explodes in his opponent's body, not only cutting his internal organs into pieces, but also the yuan baby.

Around the wrist, the black sword came out of the body, cutting out three sword lights in a row.

"BAM bam!"

Under the three swords, the three Raiders were directly split and flew in the air. All three of them could not help coughing up blood, and their eyes were full of horror.

"Kill!"

With a light drink, song Yan turned into a shadow again, and the black sword in his hand turned into the life-threatening sword of the God of death. In an instant, two more distracted people were cut off in the later period.

Seeing this scene, someone shrunk his head and sucked in the air conditioner: "Grandma's! It's just like slaughtering a chicken in the late period of the Song Dynasty. No wonder they can kill 17 sub altars of taiyijiao one after another! "

But Li Sixuan's face became extremely ugly. If he continued like this, more than ten of his elite were afraid to be eclipsed, so he clenched his teeth and said, "all of them will come back to me!"

The rest of the nine lost their minds in the later period, relieved, and hurriedly ran away from the battlefield as fast as they could.

Song Yan didn't take advantage of the victory, because Li Sixuan's men didn't even count as cannon fodder. Today, his real enemy is taiyijiao.

"Song Xiaomo is really famous!"

At this time, a cold voice sounded, and then saw a young man in black robes stepping into the air, falling seven or eight meters away, standing with his hand in his hand, looking at Song inkstone coldly.

"Who are you?"

Song Yan asked looking at the young man in black.

The black robed youth's face sank: "I should have no blood. I am the first disciple of Taiyi sect. I'm here to take your head off and sacrifice Tang Wushang!"

Song Yan is stunned and says unexpectedly: "you don't think Tang Wushang was killed by me?"

Ying Wuxue said: "it doesn't matter whether you are or not, but Li Tianluo is Tang Wushang's woman. You shouldn't touch her!"

"Ha ha!"

Song Yan was angry and smiled: "I said this should be bloodless, you have a brain problem, and you lack a muscle. Who do you think you are? Li Tianluo is my woman. Why can't I touch her?"

Li Sixuan on one side was very angry when he heard the conversation between the two men. It was clear that Li Tianluo was his wife who was going to pass the door, but she was said to be another two men's women. He didn't dare to be angry at the lack of blood, so he could only vent his anger on Song Yan, shouting: "Song Xiaomo, you are dead today, and dare to be so arrogant. It's ridiculous!"

Wen Yan, song Yan frowns and suddenly turns to look at Li Sixuan. He says in a deep voice, "go away, you dare to say more words. Believe it or not, I'll kill you right away!"

After being drunk by song Yan, Li Sixuan's subconscious mind flashed over the scene of song Yan's killing just like chopping vegetables and cutting melons. He felt a chill in his heart and quickly swallowed the words in his throat.

But I really dare not say another word.

"The little devil of Song Dynasty is so fierce, just a word of threat makes the six princes become a turtle with a shrunken head!" One of the monks around shocked.

"Yes, but it's no wonder that the six princes, after all, the little devil of Song Dynasty is so ferocious!"

Hearing the comments from the surrounding world, Li Sixuan could not help but find a hole to drill in.

"Brother Li, you'd better back away. I'll take care of it here!"

The voice of Ying Wuxue rings at the right time, giving Li Sixuan a step down."Back off!"

Li Sixuan waved his hand and immediately the greeting team quickly backed away.

"Wheeze!"

The next moment, should have no blood to draw a sword in the hand, pointing to song inkstone: "Song Xiaomo hopes you can make full use of your hand, otherwise, you will not be able to leave here alive!"

"Who gives you the courage to say such a thing?"

With a sneer, song Yanyang raised the black sword in his hand.

Whew!

A flash of sword light, just like black lightning, stabbed in front of Ying Wuhai in an instant. Zhen Yuan, the opponent's bodyguard, burst out, but he couldn't stop the sword. In an instant, the sword tip had broken his Zhen Yuan to reach his eyebrow. Even though the sword tip hadn't stabbed his flesh and skin, a sharp sword gas had invaded his body, making him frozen Hard, unable to move.

"No!"

Ying Wuxue gives a shrill and unwilling voice, and the real yuan in his body bursts out. However, he still can't avoid the blade, because the cold blade has melted his skin and almost frozen his soul.

Fear, boundless fear swept over him. At this moment, he knew how big the gap between him and song Xiaomo was. He couldn't even stop the other side's sword!

"I don't want to die!"

Should have no blood to shout in the heart, at the same time the heart bottom also produces a regret.

At the critical moment, an illusory figure suddenly appeared beside Ying Wuhai and bent his fingers.

"Hum!"

Ink black sword felt the threat from that finger, and automatically broke out a strong sword meaning.

"Bang!"

Song Yan flies back with the sword, but his right hand is numb.

With the retreat of song Yan, Ying Wuxue also recovered his freedom, but his face was still pale. He looked at the old man around his eyes gratefully and bowed down: "thank you very much for the help of elder Tang!"

"No blood, you go!" Elder Tang nodded.

Should have no blood although the heart is unwilling, but still nodded to retreat.

At the next moment, elder Tang's eyes fell on Song Yan's body, and his tone was bland: "you can stop yourself!"