Chapter 1528 Emperor Yuan
"What?"
Hearing Song Yan's words, all the major powers were quite stunned and surprised, but Xia Huanlong was overjoyed when he heard the words, and quickly said: "Everyone has seen, this little thief is extremely arrogant, if you just retreat, the future The little thieves came to the door one by one to defeat everyone, can you stop it? Why don't you join hands to get rid of him today, so that there will be no future troubles!"
Hearing Xia Huanlong's words, everyone was indeed worried about being defeated by everyone.
The next moment, Yan Feixue, the patriarch of the Martial God Sect, stared at Song Yan and asked, "Chu Fan, are you really going to tear ourselves apart with all of us?"
Hearing this, Song Yan showed a disdainful smile: "I gave you a chance just now, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it. If you miss the chance, you will wash it with blood!"
Hearing Song Yan's words, everyone was angry, and Zhang Jueshi yelled coldly: "You bastard! You really think that our aristocratic sects can't be squeezed into mud!"
"Chu Fan, why are you doing this? Why don't you take a step back?" Zhuge Riyue, the head of the Zhuge family, sighed.
Song Yan looked at the other party, and slowly said: "I have some friendship with Zhuge Jiancheng, if you are willing to make him the young master of the Zhuge family, this time, I don't have to pursue the Zhuge family!"
Zhuge Jiancheng is the son of his second brother Zhuge Nanfeng, so he is not qualified to inherit the position of Patriarch at all.
Therefore, upon hearing Song Yan's request, Zhuge Riyue's face suddenly darkened: "Chu Fan, how can you allow an outsider to intervene in the affairs of my Zhuge family? Besides, with more than ten of us joining forces, you can't do anything." us!"
"Yeah?"
Song Yan smiled disapprovingly: "Okay, it's meaningless to talk too much, let's see the real chapter under my hands!"
"Arrogance!"
"Arrogance!"
"court death!"
"Do it!"
While shouting and cursing, forty-six Yangshen masters shot together, the momentum was extremely terrifying, as if the end of the world was coming.
In the face of this wave of attacks, Song Yan not only did not retreat, but went forward alone. In the eyes of outsiders, Song Yan is now like a small stone in the torrent, which may be swallowed at any time. .
But at this moment.
Song Yan had an extra blue dagger in his hand.
The Green Flood Sword is comparable to the existence of immortal treasures.
In the next moment, an inexplicable sword intent rippled out, and the Qingjiao sword in Song Yan's hand also burst into colorful brilliance. At this moment, Song Yan showed his full strength without reservation.
"cut!"
Song Yan swung the Qingjiao Sword and slashed at the attacking frenzy.
A five-colored sword light that was hundreds of feet long shot out from the Qingjiao Sword Sect, crashing into the attacking frenzy.
"Bounce, bounce, bounce!"
Following a series of collisions and explosions, Baizhang's sword energy dimmed a lot, but it split the attack torrent formed by the forty-six sun gods into two halves!
"this?"
"How can it be?"
"God, he actually... actually!"
Seeing this scene, not only the forty-six Yang Gods were stunned, but even most of the warriors watching the battle were stunned!
"Boom! Boom!"
The attack torrent that was split in half hit the buildings behind it, just like a typhoon plowed through, leaving nothing but dilapidated buildings.
After a while.
Xuanyuan Po of Long Wuzong asked in an unbelievable tone: "You, what kind of existence are you?"
"you guess?"
As soon as the words fell, Song Yan stepped out of the air, and the green dragon sword in his hand bloomed again.
No fairy! ! !
This time there is no huge sword energy of hundreds of feet long, but it feels more and more dangerous to the Yangshen warriors. It is true that the hundred-foot sword energy that Song Yan slashed just now was only due to brute force, but now, he is Executed the "Heaven Breaking Sword Art"!
boom!
The sword intent surged, hitting the minds and souls of a group of Yangshen warriors time and time again.
Some weak-minded people vomited blood directly.
At the same time, streaks of chi-long sword energy appeared around them mysteriously.
"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
"Puff puff puff!"
Blood splattered, and with one move, all forty-six Yangshen warriors were cut by the sword qi. The severe ones were covered with scars and were dying. The light ones had only one scar, but no matter how much power they used in their bodies, they could not repair the wounds cut by the sword qi. Injury reduction.
One sword wounded forty-six Yangshen warriors, so terrifying!
At this moment, the eyes of the forty-six Yangshen warriors looking at Song Yan changed.
At this moment, the way Xia Qian looked at Song Yan changed. There was admiration, excitement, and admiration. She squeezed her fists again and again, but she didn't notice it at all. Her eyes just stared at the sky in the sky. Dao's thin but mighty figure couldn't bear to move away even for a moment.
The way the warriors watching the battle looked at Song Yan also changed...
In the crowd, Zhang Bicheng also clenched his fists tightly. His nails had sunk into the flesh and pierced his palms. Blood continued to flow down his fists. Immediately, a sense of despair rose from his heart. He knew that he would never die in this life. There is no possibility of surpassing that guy!
Song Yan frowned, a little dissatisfied, using the power of martial arts to activate the Potian Sword Art is still a bit meaningless. If it were replaced by Xianyuanli, no one present would be able to survive.
"Come again!"
The moment Song Yan raised his sword, the hearts of the forty-six Yangshen warriors trembled.
The next moment, Song Yan disappeared in place!
Then, there was a scream, but it was like a giant hammer hitting their hearts.
Xia Huanlong died, not only physically, but even Yangshen did not escape, and was crushed by the powerful sword intent.
Fear, boundless fear!
Because they didn't see how Song Yan used the sword at all, they thought about it differently, if they were attacked by the sword just now, their fate would be the same as Xia Huanlong's.
Stinging God! ! !
Song Yan disappeared again.
Immediately afterwards, there was another scream, which meant that another Yangshen warrior had died.
"Chu Fan, do you really want to kill them all!"
Yan Feixue roared.
"Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. Since you have intervened in this turmoil, you must be prepared to fall!"
As soon as the words fell, Song Yan disappeared again.
The next moment, Yan Feixue was dead!
"metropolitan!"
Several Yangshen masters of the Martial God Sect shouted back!
escape!
fly away!
The remaining Yangshen warriors didn't have the courage to stay here any more, they all turned into a ray of afterglow and shot around, but at this moment, a large formation suddenly rose up, covering a radius of several kilometers.
"Bang bang bang!"
All the fleeing Yangshen warriors were bounced back by the formation.
Song Yan stood in the void with a sword in his hand, and looked at them with playful eyes, just like the gods above the nine heavens, looking down on all living beings.
"Die!"
Song Yan drank lightly, and with a sword coming to the west, another Yangshen warrior fell.
"Little friend Chu, enough is enough!"
Just when Song Yan raised his sword and was about to continue killing, an old man rose from the ground, suspended in mid-air, and stared at Song Yan: "Mr. Chu, how about giving this old man some face and not killing any more?"
"It's Emperor Yuan! We are saved!"
Seeing this old man, Xuanyuan Pohuang shouted excitedly.
Emperor Yuan's name is Ning Yuan, he is the eleventh generation emperor of the Wei Kingdom, and is also the grandfather of the current Emperor of the Wei Kingdom.
When Ning Yuan was in power, he broke the Yang God and became an existence beyond the Yang God.
Later, he passed on the throne and lived in seclusion in the palace. It has been eighty years since he appeared. Unexpectedly, he appeared today.