Chapter 1534

"What?"

Hearing song Yan's words, all the major forces felt quite confused and surprised, but Xia Huanlong was very happy when he heard the words, and even hurried: "you see, this little thief is so arrogant and domineering that if you retreat here, then this little thief will come to the door one by one to break everyone. Can you stop it? It's better to join hands to get rid of him today, for there will be no end to it! "

Hearing Xia Huanlong's words, people's hearts did show their worries about being broken by each.

At the next moment, Yan Feixue, the patriarch of wushenzong, stared at Song Yanzhi and asked, "Chu fan, do you really want to tear off all of us?"

Wen Yan, song Yan is showing a disdainful smile: "I just gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. If you miss it, you should wash it with blood!"

Hearing song Yan's words, everyone was angry, and Zhang peerless shouted: "bastard! You really think that our aristocratic families can't be made of clay! "

"Chu fan, why do you have to? How about taking a step back? " Zhuge, the head of Zhuge family, sighed.

Song inkstone looked at each other and said slowly: "I have some friendship with Zhuge Jiancheng. If you are willing to establish him as the young leader of Zhuge family, I can not pursue Zhuge family this time!"

Zhuge Jiancheng is the son of Zhuge Nanfeng, his second brother. He has no right to inherit the position of the head of the family.

So, hearing song Yan's request, Zhuge Riyue's face suddenly darkened: "Chu fan, how can an outsider of our Zhuge family intervene? Besides, we have more than ten families working together, you can't help us!"

"Is it?"

Song Yan smiled disapprovingly: "well, it's not interesting to say too much. I'd better see the real chapter under my hand!"

"Arrogant!"

"Arrogance!"

"Dying!"

"Do it!"

In the middle of drinking and scolding, forty-six experts of the sun god took their hands together, which was so terrifying that it would be like the end of the world.

In the face of this wave of attack, song Yan not only did not retreat, but also went up alone. In the eyes of outsiders, the current song Yan is like a small stone in the torrent, which may be swallowed up at any time.

But just then.

Song Yan has a green dagger in his hand.

Green dragon sword is comparable to the existence of immortal treasure.

In the next moment, an inexplicable meaning of sword rippled, and the green Jiao sword in Song Yan's hand also bloomed with colorful brilliance. At this moment, song Yan had no reservation and showed his strength completely.

"Cut!"

Song Yan wields the green Jiao sword and splits it against the attack tide.

A hundred Zhang long colorful sword light came out of the sword sect of qingjiao and hit the attack tide.

"Bouncing!"

With a series of collisions and explosions, Baizhang sword's spirit has dimmed a lot, but Shengsheng has split the attack torrent formed by 46 Yang gods into two parts!

"Here?"

"How could it be?"

"God, he It's amazing! "

Seeing this scene, more than forty-six Yang gods were stunned, and most of the fighters were even dumbfounded!

"Boom! Boom! "

The attack torrent, which was split in two, hit the buildings behind them, just like a typhoon plowed by, and the rest was just dilapidated.

After a while.

Xuanyuanpo of longwuzong asked in an unbelievable tone, "you, what kind of existence are you?"

"Guess?"

As soon as the voice fell, song Yan stepped into the air, and the green Jiao sword in his hand bloomed again.

No fairy!!!

This time, there is not a hundred Zhang sword spirit, but it makes a lot of people feel more dangerous. It's good. The hundred Zhang sword spirit just split by song Yan is just a body of brute force, but now, he has put out the secret of breaking the heaven sword!

Boom!

The sword's meaning is surging, hitting the spirits and souls of the martial artists.

Those with weak heart and spirit will open their mouths and spit blood directly.

At the same time, a long sword spirit appeared all around them.

"Do it!"

"BAM BAM bam!"

"Poop poop!"

Blood splashed. In one move, 46 Yang Shenwu people were all cut by sword Qi. The serious ones were full of scars and dying. The light ones had only one scar. However, no matter they urged their internal strength, they could not repair the wounds cut by sword Qi.

One sword injures 46 Yang warriors. It's so horrible!

At this moment, the eyes of the forty-six Yang martial artists to song Yan changed.

At this moment, Xia Qian's eyes to song Yan changed. There was worship, excitement, and adoration. Her fist was pinched and pinched, but she didn't realize it. Her eyes were just staring at the thin but immortal figure in the sky, and she couldn't move it for half a second.

The eyes of those who watched the war changed

In the crowd, Zhang Bicheng clenched his fists. His fingernails were already in the flesh. He stabbed his palms, and blood fell down his fists. Then, a sense of despair rose from his heart. He knew that he would never surpass that guy in his life!Song Yan's brow is wrinkled, and he is dissatisfied. He uses the power of martial arts to push the formula of breaking Heaven Sword, but it's still a little bad. If it's changed into xianyuanli, I'm afraid no one can live here.

"Come again!"

At the moment when song Yan raised his sword, forty-six Yang warriors were shocked.

Next moment, song Yan disappears in place!

Then, the scream sounded, but it hit them like a huge hammer.

Xia Huanlong died, not only the body, but also the Yang God. He was crushed by the powerful sword.

Fear, boundless fear!

Because they didn't see how song Yan made his sword at all. They changed their positions and thought about it. If that sword attacked them just now, their fate would be the same as Xia Huanlong.

Stab God!!!

Song inkstone disappeared again.

Then there was another scream, which meant that another Yang warrior died.

"Chu fan, do you really want to kill all!"

Yan Feixue roared.

"If you cut the grass and don't root it, the spring wind will blow again. Since you are involved in this storm, you must be prepared for falling!"

As soon as the voice fell, song Yan disappeared again.

Next moment, Yan Feixue is dead!

"Lord!"

Several Yang God masters of wushenzong recite!

Run!

Fly away!

The rest of the yangshenwu people did not have the courage to stay here any more. They turned into a residual light and shot around. But just then, a big array rose and covered the whole area for several kilometers.

"BAM bam!"

All the flying Yang warriors are rebounded by the array.

Song Yan holds a sword and stands in the void. He looks at them with his eyes full of ponder, just like the gods on the nine heavens, looking down at all living beings.

"Die!"

Song inkstone drinks lightly, a sword comes to the west, and a sun warrior falls.

"Chuxiaoyou, enough!"

Just as song Yan raised his sword and was ready to continue killing, an old man rose up from the ground, suspended in the air, and stared at Song Yan: "childe Chu, give me a face, don't kill any more?"

"Emperor yuan! We are saved! "

At the sight of the old man, Xuanyuan cried out in excitement.

The name of emperor yuan is Ningyuan, which is the grandfather of the 11th emperor of Wei state.

When Ning yuan was in power, he broke Yang God and became the existence beyond Yang God.

Later, he passed down the throne and lived in seclusion in the palace. Now he hasn't appeared in 80 years. Unexpectedly, he appears today.

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