Chapter 429

"What's your plan, fellow Daoist Qingxu?" asked Kong Xunzi, the head of Taiqing Mountain.

Shangqing Valley, Taiqing Mountain, and Yuqing Hall are respectively among the nine major cultivators of immortality.

Sanqing was originally a disciple and brother, so the three sects had a very good relationship, often advancing and retreating together.

Qing Xuzi glanced at Song Yan in the field and said: "This son's infuriating qi is extremely special, almost invincible, and ordinary third-grade treasures can't stop his infuriating qi at all, we can pick nine people, and then we will each The treasures are lent to them, and the poor man still doesn't believe it, nine people can't kill him with a fourth-grade treasure!"

"This is a great plan!"

When the other eight people heard the words, they all showed their approval.

Soon, the nine major foundations each recruited a disciple of the eighth level of congenital, and took out their own attack magic to help them refine them easily.

ten minutes later.

The nine immortal disciples who obtained the master's magic weapon walked out with confidence and came to the arena.

"Tsk tsk, there are nine more to die!"

Seeing these nine people, Song Yan said with a look of disdain.

"Little thief, don't be so arrogant, the nine of us join forces, you will surely die!"

"That's right, you, a little mortal warrior, dare to provoke our immortal people, you are simply tired of living!"

"Kill my immortal disciple, and I will cut you into eight pieces!"

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These immortal disciples obtained the fourth-grade treasures handed down by their masters. It can be said that they are very confident, and they all attacked each other with malicious words. It seemed that Song Yan could be cut off in an instant.

Song Yan, on the other hand, scratched his ears impatiently, and scolded the nine people, "Grass, are you here to fight, or are you here to scold? What a lot of nonsense!"

"Little thief looking for death!"

"You bastard, I'll give you a ride!"

During the light drink, the nine immortal disciples sacrificed the magic weapon handed down by their master, which was colorful and very beautiful.

"go!"

The nine people pinched the magic art, and immediately, the nine magic weapons burst into a terrifying momentum, and quickly shot towards Song Yan.

"Good come!"

Song Yan let out a low voice, and the alloy long sword slashed out nine swords in a row.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Accompanied by a series of collision sounds, all the nine magic treasures were slashed back by his sword one by one.

"This is impossible!"

Seeing this scene, the nine masters of foundation building changed their expressions violently. Although their disciples could not fully stimulate the power of the fourth-grade treasures, they could kill the ninth-level Xiantian in seconds. Besides, if the nine fourth-grade treasures attacked together, then The power is dozens of times stronger, how could it be hacked back by a congenital eighth-level mortal warrior.

The nine cultivators who entrusted the magic weapon were also surprised, and they rushed to mobilize their true essence, and continued to manipulate the magic weapon to kill Song Yan.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, Song Yan disappeared and reappeared behind an immortal disciple.

The long sword was raised, and a head flew up.

Immediately, a flying sword in mid-air lost its brilliance and fell down, but immediately, that flying sword burst into a more brilliant brilliance, and instantly expanded into a two-zhang giant sword, slamming into Song Yan.

"Damn! Shameless!"

With a secret curse, Song Yan quickly dodged.

"Boom!"

The giant sword fell to the ground, and a pit that was five or six meters deep and more than ten meters long was cut out on the ground.

If it missed a hit, the flying sword turned into a foot long again, and flew into the hands of the real person Qingxu, the head of Shangqinggu. Obviously, this guy shot in secret.

"Hey, shameless, when Lao Tzu beheads your disciple, I'll settle the account with you!"

Song Yan pointed his middle finger directly at Qing Xuzi.

Seeing that Song Yan dared to be disrespectful to himself, the real Qingxu couldn't help but be furious. He had already lost face when he sneaked up on Song Yan.

in the field.

Song Yan's movement was like electricity, constantly walking and flickering, and the long sword was slashed from time to time.

"Pfft!"

Two more heads flew up.

One knife, one shot, and two magic weapons were recovered by two masters of foundation building.

Seeing that two more companions had died, the remaining six immortal disciples panicked, feared, and gave birth to a heart of retreat.

At this moment, Song Yan seized the opportunity and beheaded two more people.

Seeing the fluttering head, the four Immortal Dao disciples felt a sense of panic in their hearts, how could they still have the courage to fight again.

"I surrender, don't kill me!"

"I surrender too!"

"Pfft!"

Two more heads flew up, but the other two were beheaded by Song Yan before they could say their surrender.

"Fuck you two!"

Song Yan looked disdainfully at the two Immortal disciples who had surrendered.

"Thank you!"

The two men clasped their fists towards Song Yan and left the arena as if they were running away.

The next moment, Song Yan's eyes fell on the real person Qingxu, and he raised his finger and pointed at him: "Who is it, you operated the flying sword to sneak attack on me just now, shameless thing, if there is something, come up and fight with the young master, What is being sneaky?"

"You bastard, you dare to speak arrogantly to this seat, do you know who this seat is?" Qingxu Zhenren shouted angrily.

Song Yan pursed his lips and said in a disdainful tone of anger that would not pay for his life: "Young master doesn't care who you are, anyway, I know you are a shameless scum who only knows how to attack!"

"Little thief, I'm going to kill you!"

The real person Qingxu flashed over to the arena and looked at Song Yan with a strong murderous intent.

"Little thief, do it first!"

"Hurrah!"

Song Yan's thoughts moved, and he activated the space stagnation of supernatural powers.

Suddenly, a small frozen world appeared. With a flick of his figure, he came to the real person Qingxu with a long sword in his hand.

"puff!"

Three seconds later, a head flew up.

"Ah, Daoist Qingxu!"

"This, fellow Daoist Qingxu is dead!"

"how can that be!"

The remaining eight masters of foundation building suddenly stood up and stared at the flying head in shock. They even wondered if their eyes were hallucinating. How could a mortal warrior kill the immortal cultivator at the foundation building stage?

And the Yanhuang side.

The head of state, together with the elders of the nine great pavilions, and the people from the six great sects of the ten great families also got up one after another, staring at the head that fell to the ground, their mouths open collectively, unbelievable, unbelievable.

Song Yan actually killed a legendary master with one sword.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxu, I'm here to avenge you! The little thief will die!"

After a long while, Kong Xunzi snorted softly and pointed it, and a jade seal came to the top of Song Yan's head. Freeze.

"Humph! The Qinglian sword will be cut for me!"

Suddenly, a short sword flew out of Song Yan's eyebrows.

Without any light or breath, Song Yan grabbed the hilt of the sword and waved it out.

"puff!"

The emerald green brilliance released by the jade seal was easily broken by the sword in Song Yan's hand, and then, standing on the Fang Yuxi, with a soft sound, the Fang Yuxi broke into two halves.