Chapter 426 Killing Three People in a Row

There has never been love and hatred for no reason in the world. What is the purpose of this contest between Yanhuang and the cultivator?

A battle of interests?

And what is the relationship between Yanhuang Kingdom and immortal cultivators?

Song Yan felt that the relationship between Yanhuang Kingdom and the immortal cultivators should not be very good. From the tone and demeanor of the two immortal cultivators and their actions, it can be seen that this group of immortal cultivators not only considered themselves superior, but also held Song Yan and the others. There is great hostility. In the two games, they did not hide their murderous intentions against their opponents.

"In the second game, Xianmen wins."

Han Song announced with a heavy heart that in the two battles, Yan and Huang suffered one death and one serious injury, which made him not optimistic about the next competition, and made him see the powerful means of immortal cultivators.

The third game began.

This time, the Yanhuang side dispatched a member of the "God of War" from the sixth level of the innate, while the immortal cultivator dispatched a female disciple of the fifth level of the innate.

As soon as they fought, the female disciple of the immortal cultivator sacrificed her magic weapon.

It was a flying rope, and in the blink of an eye, the God of War team member was tied firmly. Moreover, this flying rope magic weapon also had the effect of restraining infuriating energy. Therefore, when the flying rope was entangled, the God of War was The true qi of the team members was also sealed up and became the target of slaughter.

Seeing this scene, Song Yan's face sank. This flying rope is a third-grade treasure. Although it is only the worst of the third-grade treasures, it still has a power that cannot be ignored.

At this time, Song Yan could see clearly the plan of the immortal cultivators. Those with high cultivation would use the second-rank magic weapon or talisman, and those with low cultivation would use the third-rank magic weapon to make up for their shortcomings.

"Pfft!"

As the blood splashed, a head flew high, and the eyes on the head were wide open, full of unwillingness. He did not lose on the cultivation base, but on the opponent's magic weapon.

This is not a competition, this is a death sentence.

Seeing the dead team members, the team members of "God of War" became more angry and depressed.

In the blink of an eye, five more rounds passed.

In these five rounds, the immortal cultivators still won all of them, and Yan Huang's side lost four more people and seriously injured one person.

This made the atmosphere on the field extremely tragic.

Song Yan couldn't sit still anymore. No matter what, the people in the God of War team were his robes. He couldn't just watch them go to their deaths. Moreover, in these eight rounds of battles, he had already figured out the details of the immortal cultivator's side.

"Who will go to this battle?" Long Jian asked.

"I go!"

Zhao Ying was about to enter the arena, but an arm was placed on her shoulder: "Leave it to me!"

Without waiting for Zhao Ying to resist, Song Yan forcibly pressed her back to her seat and appeared in the center of the battlefield while shaking her body.

He didn't hide the killing intent in his eyes at all, slowly swept over a group of immortal cultivators, and said, "Who comes up to die!"

"What a big tone! The poor monk is here to save you."

A young monk stepped out. The monk was wearing a moon-white monk robe, but his appearance was extremely ugly, and he had a congenital seventh-level cultivation.

"Kid, die!" The ugly monk grinned and threw a purple-gold bowl. However, at this moment, the figure flickered, as if teleporting, Song Yan dodged to the top of the ugly monk's head, and slapped the picture. .

"puff!"

This palm was so powerful that it directly forced the ugly monk's head into his stomach.

"You look so ugly, let me help you hide your face!"

Song Yan retreated and returned to the original place. As for the owner of the purple gold bowl, he naturally lost his spirituality and fell to the ground.

"Win!" Yan Huang could not believe the scene in front of him. After losing eight games in a row, he finally won one game.

A smile finally appeared on the faces of the head of state and the elders of the Nine Great Pavilions.

As for the immortal cultivators, the nine masters of foundation building sitting in front of them all looked a little ugly, and looked at Song Yan with a hint of ill will.

"Who else among you is willing to come and die?"

Song Yan, who should have retreated, did not retreat, but looked at the immortal cultivator provocatively and shouted arrogantly.

This group of immortal cultivators are arrogant and indomitable, and they don't take mortal warriors to heart at all. Now that their companions have been killed, that little mortal warrior dares to provoke. Suddenly, a man wearing a blue robe flashed to the scene. He stared at Song Yan coldly: "If you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a small fiery red sword and pointed it with his hand.

"hey-hey!"

Song Yan's figure flickered, and suddenly, five more figures appeared beside him. Together with the main body, there were six Song Yans at once. The strange thing was that these six Song Yans were all exactly the same, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false. The man in the robe did not know which one to attack with the flying sword.

Just as he was stunned, six figures slaughtered out, waving their palms and lining up to the blue-robed man.

Being approached by the enemy, the man in the green robe did not show any nervousness, because a faint golden light had already emerged from his body, and he obviously had a magic weapon to protect him.

"Crack!"

Like the sound of glass shattering, the faint golden light couldn't stop Song Yan's attack from being shattered, and then his palm fell on the head of the green-robed youth.

"Pfft!"

Like a watermelon burst, the opponent's head burst open, red and white scattered on the ground, looking extremely bloody.

But in the eyes of Yan Huang, he was extremely happy.

"Ayan did a good job!" Zhao Ying shouted loudly.

"Haha, Brother Song is mighty!" Ye Feng said with a big laugh.

"Long live the captain, kill those grandchildren!" Ao Tie couldn't help shouting.

For a while, the "God of War" team members applauded.

As for the audience, the heads of state and the others had even more smiles on their faces. The patriarchs of the ten major families sitting behind them, the heads of the six major sects were also quite happy, and even Li Mu, who wanted to get rid of Song Yan, was also very happy. All showed a hint of joy.

After killing two immortal cultivators in a row, Song Yan still had no intention of retreating. He continued to scan the group of immortal cultivators with murderous eyes: "Who else is not afraid of death to come up and die?"

On the side of the immortal cultivators, the nine masters of foundation building secretly transmitted their voices. After some discussion, they decided to send a disciple of the Nine Heavens to kill Song Yan.

"Xuanxin, go and kill this person!" Wu Yangzi said to his beloved disciple.

"Yes, Master!"

Xuan Xin stepped out, looked at Song Yan with indifference, and said, "You, a mortal martial artist, can kill two fellow Daoists, you are indeed quite capable, but you don't ignore other immortal cultivators because of this. A mistake, I was ordered by my teacher to kill you, but I can give you a chance to strike first!"

"You really want me to shoot first?" A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Song Yan's mouth.

"Go ahead!"

Xuan Xin said quite confidently, his cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of the innate, and he has a third-grade treasure to protect himself. Even if Song Yan is standing on the spot, he does not think that a small eighth-level innate can hurt him. .

That's right, Song Yan's intentional aura is the eighth level of innate nature.

"Whoosh!"

Xuan Xin only felt a flower in front of him, and before he could activate the magic weapon to protect his body, he felt a pain in his chest, but when he looked down, he found that a dagger had stabbed into his heart and pierced his heart. I feel like my life is passing quickly.

Xuan Xin's face couldn't help but have a strong look of horror and unwillingness: "This... this is impossible! I don't want to die!"