Chapter 392： Outbreak of conflict

The content of all the discussions gathered, so that Chu Yan fully understood the situation of the nine palaces.

Jiuyou Palace is the true core of this Qianlong sanctuary, with a supreme legacy.

In ancient times, these nine palaces were a hegemonic force in the entire Haotian continent, and even once reached the highest position of the first gate of the Haotian continent.

However, with the passage of time, this heavenly behemoth suddenly fell, leaving only such a root place.

Every three years, this Jiuyou Palace will emerge from nothingness, connecting the Qianlong sanctuary of all empires in the extreme northern continent, and entering the genius warriors of major empires.

At this time, it is only a few days from the opening of Jiuyou Palace.

Chu Yan is in the Red Leaf Empire. Compared with the genius warriors of these powerful empires, it is clear that the situation of Jiuyou Palace is completely blank.

Almost every imperial battle of these powerful empires can open the Qianlong Sanctuary, so the information of this Qianlong Sanctuary is very clear.

Time is passing quickly in Chu Yan's cultivation ...

In a blink of an eye, three days passed, and finally, in the Sword Canyon, there was a change.

"Well! The sword is out!"

Several exclaimed sounds rang in succession, all of them sounded, looking towards the test sword canyon.

"It seems that, depending on the situation, the outbreak of sword-shaped grass will pass after a maximum of one or two hours. At that time, the sword energy in the canyon will be reduced to a minimum."

Everyone started leaning towards the mouth of the canyon. The sword-shaped grass could understand the meaning of the sword. This was a powerful trick far beyond martial arts, and naturally everyone was excited.

Chu Yan slowly opened her eyes, her eyes flashed, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the crowd.

The crowd of the crowd suddenly made the top warriors in the group suddenly, and at the same time, his face was darkened, and his brows were slightly frowned.

"Several people, there are too many people here. It is better for us to take a shot together and drive everyone away. At that time, the three sword-shaped grasses will compete for each other's ability. Otherwise, there will be many people with mixed hands. Somewhat unsatisfactory! "

Yang Wushuang glanced at Gao Wanlong and said loudly.

The three people around him all nodded in unison, and then, at the same time, looked at Xiao Ling on the other side, with a sense of inquiry in his eyes.

"Brother Xiao Ling, what do you want !?"

Yang Wushuang asked on behalf of several people.

"Go ahead, you go, I'm just asking!"

Xiao Ling didn't look back, staring straight at the situation in the canyon, his eyes flickered, and he replied casually.

Hearing that, Yang Wushuang nodded his head, turned to face the crowd, his whole body suddenly rose up, and shouted.

"Everyone, get out of here immediately, otherwise ... kill without amnesty!"

Really angry, like an instant thundering cloud thunder, sweeping the crowd, like a rushing tide, the entire crowd, rushing eastward and backwards.

Beside Chu Yan, Xiao Yuner was shaken by three steps backwards, groaned, his face was flushed, his body's breath was turbulent, and he almost suffered internal injuries.

The sky waves, cold and boundless people, were also trembling in shape, pale, and they were running against each other, only to be able to stand firm.

"This Yang Wushuang is so powerful ...!"

Xiao Yuner's chest was undulating, his face was pale, and said.

"Yang Wushuang, you don't make sense! This test sword canyon is not your home ..." Ah! "

A young man in a white robe who was close to Yang Wushuang couldn't help but protested. As a result, before he had finished speaking, Yang Wushuang was blown in by a punch. Like a blood rain, scattered scattered.

"The truth !? Huh ... the fist is the truth!"

Yang Wushuang sneered, retracted his fist, and then his cold eyes swept towards the crowd.

Suddenly, the warriors caught by his eyes retreated, and the entire crowd retreated seven or eight steps like the sea ebb.

"Last time, leave now!"

Yang Wushuang said coldly.

Hundreds of warriors in the crowd heard Yang Wushuang's words, and all looked towards the thin pile of minced meat before ten steps, and then you looked at me again and more at you, but no one was willing to leave.

For a time, several top warriors, and a large group of warriors, became deadlocked.

"Hum! Since you don't leave, let's all die!"

Around Yang Wushuang, He Rundao with a pale complexion, looked at the crowd and sneered.

Immediately, a dark green phantom rose slowly from behind him. Under the faint glory, eight green green stars suddenly flashed.

"Eight-star martial arts souls, bite blood demon soul smoke!"

As soon as the dark green light phantom appeared, it filled the crowd with a faint smoke like tide. Without this blink of an eye, hundreds of people were covered in it.

Within a thousand steps, for a time, all was a faint green mist, like a shocking mist rising suddenly!

"No ... I'm losing my blood!"

"Oh my **** ... it really is a blood-stealing soul, run away!"

"It's over ... my mother ... so terrible!"

"..."

Less than three breaths away, among the crowd shrouded in green mist, while various exclamations sounded, hundreds of warriors blasted the pan and quickly fled around!

At this time, He Rundao, who was standing in front of the crowd, began to show a blush as Wu Hun continued to grow.

"It's a terrible martial spirit. I didn't expect that there is such a martial spirit that can devour the blood of others!"

Chu Yan's complexion changed slightly. Under the urge of Zhen Qi, the protector's Zhen Qi instantly became golden, which was the golden flame of Suzaku Wuhun.

Those green mists that enveloped Chu Yan, as soon as they came into contact with Chu Yan ’s outside air, were immediately burned, and Chu Yan ’s body could not be approached at all.

"what!?"

The special situation of Chu Yan made He Rundao's eyes stare at him instantly, revealing the color of doubt and complexion.

His "Blood Devouring Soul Smoke" is extremely anti-sky, and at the same time Shi is deployed, he can devour the enemy's blood and blood as used, which is a very powerful existence in the wood-based mutant Wuhun.

However, this martial arts soul also has a weak point that causes it to devour the blood of the enemy, but also the blood of its own body. Although the quantity is scarce, if it is used more, the blood in the body will be lost. Already.

Because of this, He Rundao's face, as pale as paper all the year round, is a manifestation of severe lack of blood.

This time, the "Soul Demon Smoke" martial spirit was exhibited. Although it was used by hundreds of people on a large scale at the same time, the power was greatly discounted. Under his influence, this ... surprised him.

"Don't leave again, all beheaded!"

Yang Wushuang glared at the dozens of soldiers who were still there.

At this time, besides Chu Yan, Tianlang and Han Wuya had already exited the gorge mouth and escaped all the way, watching the situation here.

However, Chu Yan is standing in place ~ www.novelhall.com ~ basically affected by the threat of several people.

"Let's go ...!"

"Forget it, they might as well argue!"

"..."

Of the remaining dozens, when they heard Yang Wushuang's threat, they shook their heads and sighed, and a dozen others turned to leave.

Although their cultivation is sufficient to withstand the "Blood Demon Soul Smoke", they are not short of Yang Wushuang and other opponents. Depending on the situation, Yang Wushuang's top geniuses have determined to drive all of them away .

Therefore, if you really start to work, maybe you can not only stay but also get hurt, it is not worth it.

The remaining twenty or thirty people all stared at Yang Wushuang, with a deep complexion. Their strengths were basically in the fifth martial sky of Zhenwu Realm. They were regarded as the highest number of warriors, and naturally they were unwilling. It is so easy to give up the sword-shaped grass, even if Yang Wubin's eyes spit fire, he persisted.

"Since you don't leave, leave ... the corpse!"