The next moment, a vicious look flashed in the ugly Taoist's eyes, and then his figure began to fly back. At the same time, he began to make seals with his hands, preparing to make the giant dragon self-destruct.
This giant dragon contains a layer of his will. If it self-destructs, it will be absolutely difficult to recover without a hundred years of cultivation. But at this moment, he has to do it!
"go to hell!"
The ugly Taoist shouted with a ferocious face. After the seal was completed, the dragon's body suddenly expanded, but at this moment, Song Yan took a step forward.
The distance of several hundred meters suddenly shortened.
The black sword flashed with light, and then an ugly head flew high into the sky, and a stream of blood like a water column shot out from the headless chest.
As soon as the ugly Taoist died, the swelling dragon quickly calmed down, and slowly collapsed and dissipated into the void.
"Whoosh!"
A fat Yuanying rushed out of Chou Taoist's body and planned to escape, but as soon as Song Yan reached out, the opponent fell into his hands.
"Please, don't kill me!"
The Nascent Soul of the Chou Taoist begged.
"Do you think it's possible?" Song Yan smiled at him and tightened his grip. Suddenly, the other party's Nascent Soul shattered into pieces in his hands.
"The ugly Taoist is dead?"
"He died in the hands of Song Yan, who was in the late stage of leaving his body!"
At this moment, not only the masters who came to intercept and kill him found it difficult to accept, but even Tian Lao and others felt as if they were illusory and stared at Song Yan with dumbfounded eyes. Only Qin Xiaoyu's face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with excitement when she looked at Song Yan. Full of admiration: "Young Master is really awesome!"
Tuoba Feng looked at Song Yan with complicated eyes. This boy is so unexpected. If Xian'er has such a husband... It's a pity that you took Xian'er's body. I'm afraid the master won't be able to spare you.
For a moment, he actually felt a little regretful in his heart.
"We can't give this kid another chance, let's all do it together!"
Zhao Wu shouted loudly.
"Yes, even masters like Taoist Chou died in his hands. We must never fight him alone again!" shouted a distracted person.
“Swish swish swish!”
Figures flashed, and except for the three people led by Tuoba Feng, everyone else fell around and surrounded Song Yan.
"Sir, we are here to help you!"
Tianlao Qin Xiaoyu and the other six people came to his side.
Song Yan's gaze slowly swept around, calm and confident. Once Chou Taoist died, Tuoba Feng and the other four no longer made enemies of him. Surrounding him were twenty-seven late-stage distractions and twenty mid-stage distractions. .
It was a very strong lineup, but he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart.
"Mr. Song, hand over the black sword and the storage spirit ring. We can only kill your body and give you a chance to cultivate as a loose immortal!" said a distracted person. Song Yan's combat power was obvious to all, even though they were They have the absolute upper hand due to their overwhelming strength, but even if they kill Song Yan, facing Song Yan's counterattack, some of them may still fall. No one wants to be the one who falls, so they don't want to do everything right and leave nothing behind. Give Song Yan a glimmer of hope, lest he fight to the death!
Song Yan smiled and shook his head: "It's useless to talk more, let's do it!"
"Mr. Song, don't be stubborn. There are so many of us, and you have no chance!" The distracted man wanted to persuade him again later, but Song Yan said: "How do you know if you don't try? Maybe you will be the one who dies in the end. Woolen cloth?"
Another distracted person was angered by Song Yan's words and said loudly: "Mr. Zhou, since this kid doesn't know what to do, why bother talking nonsense with him? Let's do it!"
"Do it!"
The moment the other party shouted to take action, Song Yan made the first move.
"Wutian!"
The black sword flashed continuously, appearing and disappearing, and the five distracted heads flew into the sky. Their eyes were wide open, obviously not believing that they were dead like this.
"No, everyone, please disperse!" a distracted person yelled.
"late!"
The sword light appeared again.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"
This time, six distracted heads flew into the sky together.
Seeing this scene, the remaining nine distracted people felt inexplicably frightened in their hearts. This time, if even one of them couldn't breathe, the other party would kill eleven people in a row.
"retreat!"
"escape!"
The courage in their hearts receded like the tide, leaving only fear. They quickly retreated, trying to distance themselves from the god of death.
"You can't escape!"
Song Yan's voice appeared in their ears like a seducer.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
Head lifted into the air!
"No!"
"Do not kill me!"
This is the scream before death!
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
Five more heads flew up, and all twenty of the distracted ones died.
"Is he the reincarnation of the God of Death?"
The remaining twenty-seven were distracted and looked at Song Yan standing with a sword, thinking secretly.
"Young Master's strength seems to have improved a lot!" Qin Xiaoyu stared at Song Yan infatuatedly, unwilling to move away.
When Tianlao looked at Song Yan, he was inexplicably shocked. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind that the next few thousand years should be the era of the young master. He could faintly see that a legend was rising.
"Okay, all those unsightly things have been erased. Next is our war!" Song Yan's eyes swept across the crowd again, making them all feel a chill.
"Kill him quickly!"
Liu Yi shouted in fear, then he held two swords and slashed at Song Yan
Guan Er didn't dare to neglect, and followed Liu Yi with the long knife in his hand. Now there were only two of them left among the seven leaders of the Tiandao Alliance. If they didn't fight hard, they would die! "
"I'll give you two sacrificial swords!"
Song Yan's eyes locked on the two of them.
Then, the black sword in his hand was raised.
Destroy the immortal! ! !
The sword intent filled the air and instantly locked onto the souls of Liu Yi and Guan Er, causing their expressions to freeze at the same time.
"Come die!"
"Puff!"
Two sword lights faster than lightning flashed through the heads of Liu Yi and Guan Er.
But at this moment, ten powerful magic weapons appeared around Song Yan, and burst out with a bright and beautiful light that contained huge power.
Song Yan wields his sword!
Dang Dang Dang Dang!
Collisions sounded one after another, and Song Yan barely blocked the attacks of these ten magic weapons, but at this moment, three powerful Taoist techniques appeared.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There were explosions one after another, and Song Yan's body was thrown up and landed hundreds of meters away.
"I still overestimate myself a little!"
Song Yan stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Go to hell!"
"Death to the little thief!"
"Come and die!"
Along with the loud shouts, more than twenty attacks came from all directions, giving him no chance to dodge!
"snort!"
Song Yan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he suddenly stamped his right foot on the ground. Suddenly, a large formation suddenly rose into the air.
The next moment, everyone on the battlefield was moved to an endless grassland.
Those attacks still hit Song Yan, but unfortunately, his body turned into an illusion. The combined attacks of more than 20 people who were distracted in the late stage could not do anything to him.
"What a cunning little thief, when did you set up the formation!" A distracted man exclaimed, with a hint of panic in his tone.
Song Yan smiled slightly: "It's okay to tell you that when the Chou Taoist exploded the fire dragon, I buried the array disk in the battlefield!"
Author's digression: Fourth update. Thanks to Fan Hongchang for the reward. Mosquito will write the fifth update (to be continued)