Chapter 427 Two Choices
Song Yan stared grimly at Xuan Xin, whose vitality was getting weaker and weaker, and whispered to him: "In my eyes, you immortal cultivators are really not that good?"
"You... poof!"
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and Xuan Xin fell to the ground, completely losing his breath of life.
As soon as he reached out and grabbed it, Song Yan took out the dagger stuck in Xuanxin's body, and secretly said in his heart that this group of people practiced rubbish exercises and used rubbish magic weapons. Compared with the real cultivator's strength, there is a big gap.
Seeing the death of his beloved disciple, Wu Yangzi clenched his fists, stared gloomily at the fallen body, gritted his teeth and said, "You are an immortal cultivator of the ninth level of the congenital, and you have several magic weapons close to you, so you will be defeated in In the hands of a mortal warrior of the eighth level of congenital nature, you will lose your face as a teacher, but even though you have lost your face as a teacher, you still have to avenge this revenge for you as a teacher!"
Yan Huang party.
When the God of War team members saw Song Yan killing another immortal cultivator, they all showed incredible expressions, because when Xuanxin came on stage, the four commanders of Longjian and King Kong explained to everyone that this Xuanxin's cultivation base has reached the innate level. Nine.
After experiencing the failure of the previous eight rounds, in everyone's opinion, not to mention the challenge of leapfrogging, even if it is possible to defeat the immortal cultivator one level lower than himself, it is very difficult.
Although Song Yan won two rounds, the monk in the first round only had the seventh level of innate cultivation, which was one level lower than him. In the second round, the Taoist priest in Qingpao had the eighth level of innate cultivation, which was on par with him.
But now, Xuan Xin is innate ninth level, so no one thinks Song Yan can win.
But in the blink of an eye, Song Yan actually killed the impossible opponent with one move.
"Why do I feel that those cultivators have suddenly become so weak?" Zhao Ying asked suspiciously.
"It's not that they are weak, it's that our captain is too strong!" Wu Feng said solemnly, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, A Yan has always been good at leapfrog challenges! I just didn't expect that his strength has become so powerful!" Zhao Ying nodded in agreement.
Over there in the auditorium.
The head of state sitting in the front row suddenly turned his head to Zhao Changsheng and said, "Elder Zhao, the child on the field should be called Song Yan, is he from your Zhao family?"
Zhao Changsheng smiled and nodded: "This child is my adopted son."
"This child's achievements are limitless." The head of state sighed, and then confronted the secretary beside him: "Go and tell Han Song, let him quickly replace Song Yan, and don't let him fool around!"
The words of the head of state fell in the ears of everyone. Everyone knew that the head of state was protecting Song Yan. Although Song Yan won three games in a row, the first two games were okay. The third game was a bit of a fluke. Assassinate Xuan Xin in one fell swoop, once Xuan Xin sacrifices the magic weapon, it is hard to say who wins and who loses.
Han Song, who received the order, hurriedly stepped forward and said to Song Yan, "Song Yan, click here, go down!"
"slow!"
Wu Yangzi's voice sounded.
"Senior, what advice do you have?" Han Song said to Wu Yangzi who was walking over with an ugly expression.
Wu Yangzi glanced at Song Yan lightly, and said in a cold voice, "Three days ago, both of us decided on the rules of the competition, each party would send 100 people to fight one game, but this kid played three games in a row, so he's already broken. rule!
You should be punished for breaking the rules.
Now, I give you two choices, one, let him continue to fight until he is killed, and two, take the three palms of the poor, if the three palms don't die, he can also end! "
"I choose the first one!"
Without waiting for Han Song to speak, Song Yan made the first choice.
Han Song looked at Song Yan helplessly: "How do you...?"
"Don't worry, Elder Han, I'm sure!" Song Yan winked at Han Song.
"Then be careful!"
Han Song nodded and retreated to the sidelines.
The head of state, on the other hand, had a gloomy expression. The immortal cultivators wanted to overwhelm them with momentum. They really had no way to resist. They only hoped that Song Yan would kill a few more immortal cultivators, but Song Yan himself would probably die.
"Bastards! They are too shameless!" Tang Qingya said indignantly.
"They are blatantly trying to kill Brother Song!" Ye Feng looked at Song Yan in the arena with a worried expression.
in the field.
Wu Yangzi stared at Song Yan, and said slowly: "Junior, the only outcome of fighting against our immortal sect is death, you just wait to die slowly!"
"yes?"
Song Yan smiled undeniably, and decided in his heart that he would kill all the immortal cultivators today.
"Humph!"
Wu Yangzi dodged and left, and then another immortal cultivator from the ninth level of the innate came to the arena.
Because of the lessons of Xuanxin, this person has not yet played, and he has sacrificed a bronze bell magic weapon. This magic weapon is a third-grade treasure. After the sacrifice, it will emit a one-foot-thick treasure light to cover himself.
"My name is Changyan, remember, don't forget my name when you go to hell!"
As soon as the voice fell, the immortal cultivator named Chang Yan of the Nine Heavens Stage launched an attack on Song Yan.
His attack magic weapon is also a flying sword.
This flying sword is also a third-grade treasure, but the refining method is very rough, not comparable to Song Yan's bronze flying sword.
With a single finger, the flying sword dashed straight to Song Yan's eyebrows like black lightning.
Facing the sudden black flying sword, Song Yan did not show the slightest panic, he raised his hand and pointed.
There is a sword glow overflowing between the fingers.
"Bang!"
This ray of sword light successfully hit the black flying sword, not only blocking it, but also repulsing it.
"You, how can you repel my flying sword?"
When Chang Yan saw this scene, he couldn't help showing shock and surprise.
Even if he himself did not have the magic weapon, he would not dare to fight against the flying sword of the third-grade treasure, but now, this mortal warrior has done it.
"what is this?"
Song Yanchao smiled at Chang Yan, but the smile fell into his eyes, but it had an unpleasant taste.
At this moment, Song Yan reached out and grabbed it.
The black flying sword was instantly grabbed by him.
Seeing this, as the saying goes, it is a joy, this guy is really looking for his own way, and he dares to catch my flying sword.
So, he quickly pinched a sword trick.
However, just as he was using the sword technique, Song Yan's sword element slammed into the Feijian, and with the momentum of destroying the dead, he instantly broke the spiritual imprint left in the Feijian by the saying.
"puff!"
Chang Yan opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and felt that the connection between himself and Feijian had been broken, and he couldn't help being horrified.
"You, how did you do it?"
"Want to know? I won't tell you!"
Song Yan smiled playfully, and he came to Chang Yan with a swaying figure, raised his hand and slammed a palm.
"Although I don't know how you broke the imprint of my flying sword, you still want to break my golden bell...!"
"Crack!"
Before Chang Yan's words were spoken, Song Yan's fist smashed the Baoguang of that foot directly, and then punched Chang Yan's chest with a punch, and his true essence penetrated through his body, directly strangling the opponent's heart into pieces.
Chang Yan's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes became more and more dim, and finally fell to the sky, but his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't figure out when he was dying, why Song Yan could easily break through his magic weapon defense?