Chapter 1302 The Ten Thousand Saints

A group of cultivators who were secretly paying attention to the situation in the Zixian Pavilion with their spiritual sense were also shocked when they saw this scene. With the cultivation base of the late stage of distraction, they beat back the middle stage of the fusion, and defeated the enemy by leapfrogging in the imperial capital, a place where geniuses are born. What a strange thing.

But defeating the enemy beyond a large realm is a bit scary, and it is still a distraction to defeat the middle stage of the fusion, and it has surpassed three levels. I am afraid that only the top ten rookie list can do it.

For a while, everyone's evaluation of Song Yan directly increased several levels.

Before he killed the four guards of Zixian Pavilion, although everyone was shocked, they at most regarded Song Yan as a powerful outsider, and any one of the top ten rookies could suppress him.

But after he repelled the guards in the middle stage of Beigong Shang's fusion, everyone raised him enough to be in the top ten of the rookie list.

Above the Zixian Pavilion, the repelled guard had already stabilized his body, but his face was not very good-looking, and he stared at Song Yan coldly: "Although your strength can be compared with that of the middle stage of fusion, even You are half a chip stronger than me, but it doesn't mean you can defeat me!"

This person is called Ling Zhantian, and he is one of the peerless masters of the Wanshengzong. Because the Wanshengzong and the Beigong family have some kind of cooperation, in order to show their favor to the Beigong family, the Wanshengzong sent two middle-aged and Experts of other levels will act as Bei Gongshang's guards.

While speaking, a black radiance suddenly surged on Ling Zhantian's body surface, and when the radiance dissipated, a black battle armor was added to his body, and there were two ferocious tiger heads on the shoulders of the battle armor.

This set of battle armor is called the Tiger King Armor. It is an eighth-rank spiritual weapon with extremely high defensive power. It is almost impossible for an expert of the same level to break it. nine sets.

And in Ling Zhantian's hand, there is also a black Fangtian painted halberd, this weapon is also an eighth-rank spiritual weapon.

At the same time, Ling Zhantian's whole body was agitated, and the phantom of an ancient giant tiger suddenly appeared behind him. Compared with the phantom of the giant tiger in the late stage of distraction in front of the Purple Immortal Pavilion before, this phantom was much more solid and huge.

With the eighth-rank defensive spirit weapon Tiger King Armor, the eighth-rank spiritual weapon Fang Tian's painting halberd, and the "Spirit Tiger Art" that can triple the strength of the eruption, Ling Zhantian can be said to have released all his trump cards. In the late stage of the fusion, he can also not be afraid of a battle!

"Ling Zhantian is really moving. I don't know if Song Yan can resist it. If he can resist, he will be qualified to be in the top ten of the rookie list!" Opposite Zixian Pavilion, Nangongyue, who has been paying attention to the situation here with divine sense, Consciousness said solemnly.

"I see enough!" Dongfang Yubai shook his head: "This Ling Zhantian usually doesn't show his landscape, but from this point of view, in the middle of the fusion, his strength has already been called the top. Although Song Yan is strong, he has not entered Fitting together, it is too difficult to defeat him!"

Nan Gongyue narrowed her eyes, and said softly: "Yes, but even if he can defeat Ling Zhantian, it's useless. Bei Gongshang still has three mid-stage fusions, and one is also from the Wansheng Sect, called Hong Potian. Shengzong has a secret method, and the two hands work together.

It can double the strength of both sides, and the other two in the mid-stage of fusion are the masters of Thunder God Sect. They don't practice the art of physical attack, but specialize in lightning techniques. , two close attacks entangled Song Yan, and the other two released Leifa to assist, not to mention Song Yan, even in the late stage of the fusion, there will be hatred on the spot here! "

"So, Song Yan must die today?"

asked a dude.

Nan Gongyue said thoughtfully: "It's hard to say, it depends on whether the four of Ling Zhantian will have the cheek to join forces! There is absolutely no chance for them to join forces with Song Yan. If they don't join forces, Song Yan will have a chance!"

In the Zixian Pavilion, Ling Zhantian's aura was rising steadily, and he continued to bully Song Yan.

Under the aura of the opponent, Song Yan is like a small boat in the waves of the sea, which may be capsized at any time, but his expression is extremely calm.

"Ling Zhantian, what are you waiting for, kill him!" Bei Gongshang urged impatiently.

"Die!"

"Ho Ho!"

Ling Zhantian let out a soft drink, and the phantom of the giant tiger roared behind him, and Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand turned into a black lightning bolt and slashed towards Song Yanfei.

The power of this halberd is so strong that even the void can't bear it, and it has been split in two.

And Song Yan even felt a huge destructive force rushing towards him, as if it wanted to tear his body apart.

"puff!"

Fang Tian's painting halberd has come to the top of Song Yan's head.

At this moment, he moved.

Chimo!

The spirit sword came out of its sheath, stabbing out again and again.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

A series of impact sounds sounded, and huge sound waves spread, causing the entire Purple Immortal Pavilion to shake violently. Fortunately, the Purple Immortal Pavilion was protected by a large formation, otherwise it would have been bombarded by the sound waves. Even so, the room's Various items also turned into powder.

And many people who watched the situation here with their spiritual sense and consciousness were all shattered by the sound waves, causing practitioners in the surrounding restaurants and teahouses to groan or scream.

Only a small number of people with special means, or those whose strength has reached a fusion can barely keep their spiritual consciousness from being shattered by the sound waves.

"It's so cruel!" A Nascent Soul cultivator sighed with lingering fear, but he didn't dare to release his spiritual thoughts to peep.

"Yeah, if we were in that place, I'm afraid our bodies would be crushed directly!" An out-of-body practitioner nodded approvingly.

In the small tea shop, Murong Hongdou's face turned pale, and her spiritual sense was also slightly damaged.

"Grandpa, how is the situation?" She turned to ask the old man.

"Don't worry, that Star Killer's strength is not bad, and his life is not in danger for the time being!" the old man said calmly, as if he was not affected.

Inside the Zixian Pavilion.

The confrontation between the two has reached a fever pitch.

Fang Tian's halberd-painting moves are ferocious and majestic, and every move has the power to destroy the world, but Song Yan's swordsmanship is like spring rain, moistening things silently, and can always easily resolve Ling Zhantian's moves.

"Trash, you can't take down that kid for so long! Hong Potian, you go too!" Bei Gongshang was very dissatisfied with this, and ordered another guard beside him.

"yes!"

Hong Potian nodded, and the tiger king armor also appeared on his body, but his weapon was not Fang Tian's painted halberd, but a fiery red long spear.

"Take chestnuts from the fire, lore!"

He fixed his eyes on the battlefield, and did not strike immediately, but waited for Song Yan and Ling Zhantian to collide before attacking suddenly, and the first strike was an unreserved killing move.

The fiery red spear turned into a light red phantom, which disappeared in a flash and appeared directly on Song Yan's vest.

At the same time, Ling Zhantian's Fang Tian painted halberd also turned into a black afterimage and smashed at the head. It can be said that he and Hong Potian had a perfect understanding. Sudden multiplication.

Therefore, under the lock of their aura and aura, Song Yan's void seemed to be stagnant, and his body was even more tightly suppressed, unable to move!