Nangong Wushuang was so arrogant and domineering, and the remaining fifty or so people all looked particularly ugly.
If they leave just like that, it would be too unwilling. If they stay, this group of military people may really kill them.
Should I go or stay
For a moment, Cao Feiyu and others were entangled.
"I'll give you ten breaths. If you don't leave, I'll kill you!"
Nangong Wushuang's murderous voice sounded again, and at the same time, the black-armored warriors behind her pulled up their long bows and locked onto everyone including Song Yan.
This bow is also an incredible treasure. Just one arrow killed a mid-stage master. Although it was suspected of being a sneak attack, it also indirectly proves that the power of this arrow is very extraordinary. It has the ability to instantly kill an early-stage master. If a mid-stage master If you are not on guard for a moment, you may be shot to death.
More than three hundred bows fired in volley, and most of the fifty-six people present were probably killed.
"Three more breaths to go!"
Nangong Wushuang urged.
"Our Shengwu Academy will remember this today, let's go!" Cao Feiyu gritted his teeth and left first.
Cao Feiyu was the leader of Shengwu Academy. As soon as he left, the others followed him. Only Chen Feng was quite reluctant, but after hesitating for a long time, he had no choice but to follow everyone.
"Huayu, you come with everyone!"
Song Yan, who had been watching the changes, told his aunt Xie Huayu.
"Brother Liang, be careful!"
Gu Xie Huayu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and left with the group of people from the Shengwu Academy. She knew that Song Yan was determined to compete for the imperial martial soul, and if she stayed here, not only would she be unable to help, but she would become a burden, so, Better to leave.
As for Song Yan's safety, she didn't have much worry. With that magical teleportation technique, if he wanted to leave, even the Grand Master wouldn't be able to keep him.
As soon as the people from Shengwu Academy left, the remaining twenty or so people couldn't hold on and turned away one after another.
In the end, only Song Yan was left in place.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
Nangong Wushuang looked at Song Yan with a bit of mischief in his eyes. At the same time, more than three hundred arrows were locked on Song Yan.
"You still can't kill me?" Song Yan shook his head, looked at her and said, "I also have a lot of connections with the military. I have taken a liking to this emperor-level martial spirit. How about you take people away?"
"Hahaha!"
Nangong Wushuang looked up to the sky and laughed, then said with contempt in his eyes: "Who do you think you are? Kill him!"
"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh"
More than ten black streams of light shot toward Song Yan like lightning.
"Whoosh!"
With a flash of his body, more than ten arrows were shot empty.
He reached out and grabbed it, and there was a black token in Song Yan's hand. He held it up and said to Nangong Wushuang: "I order you to take people away!"
"Third-class military aircraft order!"
Seeing this token, Nangong Wushuang's expression changed slightly, and the other black-armored soldiers had a hint of taboo on their faces.
"I think you all know what this is. Now, I order you to leave immediately!" Song Yan said again, with a bit more sternness in his tone.
For a moment, Nangong Wushuang had a look of struggle on his face.
"What? Do you want to resist the order?" Song Yan pressed forward step by step.
Nangong Wushuang's face became increasingly ugly.
"Commander, this third-class military aircraft order can mobilize ordinary soldiers and horses, but our Wuhun camp is not an example of ordinary soldiers and horses, so we don't have to obey his orders!" The black-armored young man who had reminded Nangong Wushuang before spoke again.
Nangong Wushuang's eyes lit up, the tangled look on his face disappeared, and he stared at Song Yan coldly: "For the sake of everyone being in the military, it's too late for you to leave now, otherwise don't blame me for killing you!"
Hearing this, Song Yan shook his head, and with a wave of his hand, the sword puppet and Golden Hair Roar appeared at the same time.
"Hold them off for me!"
With a flash of figure, Song Yan came to the imperial level martial spirit and reached out to grab it.
"Um!"
The moment he touched the Emperor's martial soul, the jelly-like Emperor's martial soul instantly turned into a stream of cool air and submerged into his body. Moreover, his mental power disappeared at a terrifying speed. In the blink of an eye, more than 90% of it disappeared.
Suddenly, Song Yan's face turned pale, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"kill him!"
Seeing Song Yan fused with the Emperor's martial soul, Nangong Wushuang couldn't help but became furious. With a wave of his hand, more than 300 sharp arrows turned into black light and shot toward Song Yan.
Song Yan seemed to turn a blind eye to the rain of swords in the sky. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and started practicing.
The emperor-level martial soul continued to absorb his mental power, but at a much slower pace, so as not to suck all his mental power away at once.
He took out a bottle of elixir to replenish his mental power and threw it into his mouth to temporarily relieve his urgent need. Song Yan began to practice the meditation technique.
And among the more than three hundred sharp arrows, none of them could come within three feet of Song Yan, blocked by the sword curtain thrown by the sword puppet.
Seeing this, a look of horror flashed across Nangong Wu's eyes. Even an ordinary grand master would not dare to catch more than three hundred arrows at the same time, but this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man did.
Is he a great master
But how can the Grand Master enter the Spirit Hall
At this moment, the golden retriever roared.
It turned into golden light and shot out.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
Blood splattered, and the spirit armor was unable to withstand its claws, which were like divine weapons. In just an instant, four black-armored warriors were scratched on the head by Golden Hair Roar and died.
"Make a battle formation and strangle them!"
Seeing this, Nangong Wushuang's face became even more ugly.
"Boom!"
More than three hundred people acted quickly like a torrent of steel, forming a rock-like battle formation and slowly advancing.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Jinmaohou's claws grabbed the black-armored warrior's head several times, but were bounced back by a layer of light curtain. This made Jinmaohou very dissatisfied. While roaring, he frequently attacked, but found that he still couldn't help the black people who formed a battle formation. A warrior.
the other side.
The entrance of ten pills instantly turned into spiritual power and replenished it into the spiritual lake in Song Yan's sea of consciousness.
It seems to have increased by about two hundred points.
However, the moment his mental power increased, the emperor-level martial soul in his body was taken away.
"Damn it! I've absorbed more than 2,000 of my spiritual power, why can't I feed you enough!"
Seeing this scene, Song Yan couldn't help but curse.
In desperation, while activating the meditation technique, he took out another bottle of elixir and drank it.
As before, the medicinal power is absorbed as soon as it is converted into spiritual power.
After taking four bottles of elixirs to replenish his mental power, the result was the same, which made Song Yan feel that this emperor-level martial spirit was a bottomless pit.
At the same time, all the pills to replenish mental power have been taken. The only way to satisfy this emperor-level martial spirit is to rely on meditation techniques.
Since he couldn't completely integrate the imperial martial spirit for a while, Song Yan didn't panic.
He stopped practicing and stood up from the ground, only to find that under the pressure of the opponent's battle formation, the sword puppet had been forced to retreat two meters.
"interesting!"
Seeing this scene, Song Yan couldn't help but smile lightly, and then gave the sword puppet an order.
The next moment, the sword puppet flew out and came to the top of the battle formation. The long sword in his hand struck out ten swords towards a certain point.
After ten sword strikes, the entire battle formation collapsed.
Strong energy exploded, forcing many black-armored warriors to flee in all directions.
When they reorganized their formation, they discovered that the guy who had taken away the weapon had disappeared.
"asshole!"
Nangong Wushuang couldn't help but strike the ground with his sword.
Author's digression: Second update (to be continued)