Chu Mansion, martial arts field.
Even the Yangshen warriors in the dark were shocked by Song Yan's act of instantly killing the Zhu family's Talisman gathering warrior with one blow. As for the group of Fenghua suppressing warriors outside the mansion, their eyesight was limited and they couldn't tell that Song Yan killed a Talisman gathering warrior. The Fu warrior guessed in his heart that that person should be a Yuandan warrior.
However, Qin Yingxiong had some insight and vaguely guessed that the other party was a Talisman Gathering Warrior.
Song Yan's voice sounded again: "Zhu Zhenyue, I'm already here, why don't you show up yet? Do you like to be a tortoise, or are you a tortoise yourself!"
"You little beast, you are so presumptuous!"
Accompanied by a majestic voice, Zhu Zhenyue came side by side with an old man, and behind them were twelve talisman-gathering warriors wearing armor and carrying heavy swords.
"Old beast, who are you scolding?" Song Yan curled his lips disapprovingly.
"court death!"
Zhu Zhenyue's eyes turned cold and murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he shouted in a deep voice: "The Twelve Iron Guards obey the order and use all their strength to kill this son!"
He didn't want to talk to "Chu Fan" because he was worried that if the other party knew his true identity, once it was revealed, it would not only turn the Zhu family into a joke, but also make the current King Jin evil.
The Twelve Iron Guards are killing machines trained by the Zhu family. They practice the king-level skill "Blood Flame Art", and they wear divine armor worth millions of gold. Once put on, the Talisman Gathering Warriors It is difficult to break through their defenses. At the same time, the heavy swords in their hands are black iron magic weapons worth tens of millions. The twelve iron guards are even more proficient in a special combined attack formation.
Therefore, the Twelve Iron Guards join forces to fight against the Yang Shen warriors.
"yes!"
The twelve iron guards responded in unison, and then flew out one after another, landing around Song Yan, surrounding him, Wu Yuntong, and Wei Le.
"The two of them have nothing to do with this matter, how about asking them to withdraw?" Song Yan looked at Zhu Zhenyue and said.
"Master, I am willing to advance and retreat together with you!" Wu Yuntong said firmly.
"Master, Le'er is also willing to live and die with you!" Wei Le hesitated slightly. Obviously, at this point, she could only stand on Song Yan's side.
"No, your cultivation is still too weak. Staying with me will only cause chaos!" Song Yan shook his head. He didn't want to activate the formation yet, otherwise, he wouldn't be sure to keep them all.
He planned to kill Zhu Zhenyue and the Yang Shen old man beside him first, and then activate the formation to deal with the other four Yang Shen warriors.
"Let them leave!"
Zhu Zhenyue said, a Yuan Dan and a Divine Sea would have no impact on the overall situation.
"Get out!"
Song Yan said again.
"Master, be careful."
"Young master, you must survive!" Wei Le also said, but she felt a little relieved in her heart. The twelve iron guards put a lot of pressure on her, making her feel like she couldn't breathe.
Soon, Wu Yuntong and Wei Le arrived outside the encirclement. Wei Le couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Wu, what level of warriors are these twelve people?"
Although Wu Yuntong was Song Yan's servant, Wei Le always maintained due respect after knowing that the other party had a mid-Yuan Dan cultivation level.
"I can't see through it!" Wu Yuntong shook his head with worry on his face: "It should be a Talisman Gathering Warrior!"
"What? Talisman gathering warrior?"
Wei Le couldn't help but let out an exclamation, with a look of despair on his face. Among the twelve talisman gathering warriors, unless Chu Fan was a Yang Shen warrior, he had no chance of survival.
Even though she couldn't see through Song Yan's cultivation, she guessed that it was just a talisman at most!
"Do it!"
One of the Twelve Iron Guards let out a soft shout, and swung the heavy sword in his hand first, turning into a blood-red sword light, breaking the air, and slashed towards Song Yan.
This man is the leader of the Twelve Iron Guards, his name is Zhu Zhaolong. His cultivation has reached the peak of the late Ju Fu period, and he has the potential to become a Yang Shen warrior.
As Zhu Zhaolong took action, the other eleven iron guards swung their heavy swords and followed with mysterious steps to slash at Song Yan in different directions.
Even if the ordinary twelve Ju Talisman joins forces to strike, it cannot be underestimated, not to mention the twelve Ju Talisman that cooperate with each other tacitly, and each uses a magic weapon.
Therefore, even though their energy was contained but not released, the warriors fighting outside the mansion felt fear in their hearts.
On the other hand, Song Yan, who was at the center of the attack, looked calm and calm. It was not until the attack of the twelve people came that he suddenly drew his sword.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
As the sun talisman in his dantian shone, a warm but violent power instantly flowed through his body. For a moment, a layer of fiery red light appeared on his body.
With a series of rapid collision sounds, the green dragon sword in his hand actually blocked twelve heavy swords.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhenyue was even more surprised. He never dreamed that this bastard could achieve such an achievement. He was probably at the peak of the late Talisman Jury stage.
"What a pity! If it weren't for his identity... he could have been admitted to the Zhu family!" Elder Yangshen next to Zhu Zhenyue said with some regret. As a senior member of the Zhu family, he naturally knew what kind of existence Song Yan was.
Therefore, no matter how talented Chu Fan is, he cannot be kept. Otherwise, if King Jin learns the truth, the Zhu family may not be able to withstand King Jin's wrath.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
There was another series of collisions, and for a while, the Twelve Iron Guards were evenly matched with Song Yan.
Wei Le, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but clenched his fists and secretly cheered for Song Yan, because her fate was already connected with Song Yan's, and his life and death were related to her future.
"Set up the formation!"
Zhu Zhaolong shouted angrily. It was too embarrassing for the twelve of them to join forces and couldn't defeat each other. Therefore, he did not dare to delay any longer and decisively used the combined attack formation.
"Boom boom boom!"
For a moment, the auras of the twelve iron guards surged, and they used a special secret method to connect their hearts together.
Suddenly, the hearts and minds of the Twelve Iron Guards united, and they cooperated even more skillfully.
At the same time, after their spiritual auras were united, their respective strengths were greatly improved.
"Hey, I've been waiting for you to set up your formation!"
Song Yan sneered, activated the Divine Wind Technique, and transformed into a phantom and quickly moved around in the formation, causing the opponent's attacks to fail many times.
"snort!"
Zhu Zhaolong snorted coldly and shouted softly: "Earth Dragon Transformation!"
Suddenly, the Twelve Iron Guards began to swim faster, and the steps under their feet became more and more mysterious. As they walked, the air in the formation became extremely viscous, and at the same time, there was an invisible pressure, which was pressing hard. Xiang Song Yan.
"It's time to end!!"
In response to this, Song Yan did not panic at all, but instead showed a trace of ridicule. Then, the green dragon sword in his hand turned into a blue lightning and flew out.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
The sword energy instantly pierced the void in several directions. As these sword energy thrust out, the Twelve Iron Guards suddenly felt unstable, and the power in their bodies was instantly drained away.
At this moment, Song Yan felt a lightness all over his body and slashed out twelve sword energy in succession.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
The twelve sword energy accurately penetrated the eyebrows of the twelve iron guards. The next moment, in the disbelief eyes of Wu Yuntong and Wei Le, the twelve iron guards suddenly fell to the ground.
"Use the formation to deal with me in front of me? Zhu Zhenyue, it seems that your intelligence collection is not very good?" Song Yan stood with a sword, stared at Zhu Zhenyue playfully, and slowly uttered a sentence.
It was okay that these twelve iron guards did not use the formation. To deal with them, he had to show some of his true strength. But now, it would not be easy to kill them by directly using the backlash of the formation to drain the power from their bodies!
Author's digression: First update, thank you Zui Qingfeng for the reward (to be continued)