Seeing that Song Yan defeated the joint attacks of more than ten distracted people with one sword, a cultivator onlookers couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is Song Xiaomo, and he really deserves his reputation!"
The other person nodded with deep understanding, staring at the scene with a dull look: "With the initial stage of distraction, he can defeat more than ten late stage distractions. This Song Xiaomo is too fierce!"
Suddenly, some onlookers exclaimed: "No, this Song Xiaomo is here to steal the bride, right? Damn his grandfather, is it possible that Song Xiaomo and the saint of Taiyi Sect have an affair? Then wouldn't the sixth prince become Cuckold Prince, this is too exciting!"
Hearing what he said, the eyes of the surrounding onlookers lit up.
Many onlookers stared at the scene in front of them in surprise, and in the field, Song Yan broke through the joint efforts of more than a dozen distracted people. He passed the black sword in his hand forward and shot out like lightning.
"puff!"
There was a soft sound, blood sprayed, and the black sword was pulled out from the eyebrows of a distracted person, turning into a residual light and slashing at the other person.
"Pfft...!"
A large stream of blood shot into the air, and a head flew into the sky.
But in the middle of his breath, Song Yan killed the two distracted late stage ones.
"So strong!"
Seeing this scene, all the onlookers were stunned. One early-stage distraction killed two late-stage distractions in an instant. Was that still the early stage of distraction
when! when! when!
The black sword was swung out continuously, blocking several attacks, and then Song Yan took a step forward.
Poof!
As soon as the figure flashed, Song Yan stepped in front of a distracted late stage, but the black sword in his hand pierced his chest first. The sword energy exploded in the opponent's body, not only cutting the opponent's internal organs into pieces, but also the Yuan Yuan. Infants were not spared.
At the wrist, the jet black sword came out of the body and slashed out three sword lights in succession.
"Bang bang bang!"
With three swords, the three attackers were directly knocked away and flying in the air. The three attackers couldn't help but cough up blood, and their round eyes were full of horror.
"kill!"
With a soft drink, Song Yan turned into an afterimage and rushed out. The black sword in his hand turned into the death sword of the god of death. In an instant, two more distracted people were beheaded.
Seeing this scene, some people shrank their heads and secretly sucked in the air-conditioning: "Grandma! This Song Xiaomo is like killing a chicken in the later stages of killing distractions. No wonder he can destroy seventeen branches of the Taiyi Sect in succession!"
Li Sixuan's face became extremely ugly. If he continued like this, more than a dozen of his elites might be disgraced, so he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Take them all back!"
The remaining nine distractions breathed a sigh of relief and quickly fled the battlefield as fast as they could.
Song Yan did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it because these subordinates of Li Sixuan were not even cannon fodder. Today, his real enemy was the Taiyi Sect.
"Song Xiaomo really deserves his reputation!"
At this moment, a cold voice sounded, and then a young man in black robes came through the air and landed seven or eight meters away. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Song Yan with cold eyes.
"Who are you?"
Song Yan asked looking at the young man in black robe in front of him.
The face of the young man in black robes darkened: "I am Ying Wuxue, the direct disciple of Taiyi Sect. I am here today to take off your head and use it as a memorial to Tang Wushang!"
Song Yan was stunned and said unexpectedly: "You don't think I killed Tang Wushang, do you?"
Ying Wuxue said: "It doesn't matter whether she is you or not, but Li Tianluo is Tang Wushang's woman, you shouldn't touch her!"
"hehe!"
Song Yan laughed angrily: "I said this person should have no blood. There is something wrong with your brain and a lack of strength. Who do you think you are? Li Tianluo is my woman, why can't I touch her!"
Li Sixuan on the side couldn't help but feel extremely angry when he heard the conversation between the two. Li Tianluo was obviously his wife who was about to marry him, but he was said to be the woman of two other men. Correspondingly, he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only vent his anger on Song. The inkstone shouted: "Song Xiaomo, you are dead today, but you still dare to be so arrogant, it is really ridiculous!"
Hearing this, Song Yan frowned and suddenly turned to look at Li Sixuan, and shouted in a deep voice: "Go away, if you dare to say one more word, believe it or not, I will kill you immediately!"
When Song Yan drank like this, Li Sixuan's mind subconsciously flashed back to the scene of Song Yan killing him just like chopping vegetables and melons. He shuddered in his heart and quickly swallowed the words in his throat.
But he really didn't dare to say another word.
"This Song Xiaomo is so full of demonic flames that he turned the Sixth Prince into a coward with just one threatening word!" A cultivator onlookers said in shock.
"Yes, but it's no wonder that the Sixth Prince, after all, that Song Xiaomo is too cruel!"
Hearing the comments from around him, Li Sixuan just wanted to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
"Brother Li, please step away and leave this place to me!"
Ying Wuxue's voice sounded at the right time, giving Li Sixuan a step down.
"move back!"
Li Sixuan waved his hand and said, and the wedding team immediately retreated quickly.
"Chiyin!"
The next moment, Ying Wuxue drew his sword in his hand, pointed at Song Yan and said: "Song Xiaomo hopes that you can attack with all your strength, otherwise, you will definitely not be able to leave here alive!"
"Who gave you the courage to say such things?"
With a sneer, Song Yan raised the black sword in his hand.
call out!
A flash of sword light, like black lightning, stabbed in front of Ying Wuxue in an instant. The opponent's body-protecting essence exploded, but it could not block the sword edge at all. In an instant, the sword tip had broken through him. The body-protecting essence reached between his eyebrows. Even though the tip of the sword had not penetrated his flesh, a sharp sword energy had invaded his body, making his whole body stiff and unable to move.
"No!"
Ying Wuxue let out a shrill and unwilling cry, and the true energy in his body exploded. However, he still had difficulty avoiding the sword edge, because the cold sword edge had melted away his skin and almost completely froze his soul. .
Fear, boundless fear swept over him. At this moment, he realized how big the gap was between him and Song Xiaomo. He couldn't even block the opponent's sword!
"I don't want to die!"
Ying Wuxue screamed in his heart, and at the same time there was a feeling of regret deep in his heart.
Seeing that Ying Wuxue was about to die under Song Yan's sword, at this critical moment, an illusory figure suddenly appeared next to Ying Wuxue and flicked his finger.
"Buzz!"
The black sword felt the threat from that finger and automatically burst out with a super strong sword intent.
"Bang!"
Song Yan flew back with his sword, but his right hand holding the sword was numb.
As Song Yan retreated, Ying Wuxue also regained his freedom, but his face was still pale. He glanced at the old man next to him gratefully and bowed: "Thank you, Elder Tang, for your life-saving grace!"
"No blood, please step back first!" Elder Tang nodded.
Although Ying Wuxue was unwilling, he still nodded and retreated.
The next moment, Elder Tang's eyes fell on Song Yan, and he said in a calm tone: "Kill yourself!"
Author's digression: First update (to be continued)