Chapter 747 Obtaining the Imperial Rank Martial Soul

Nangong Wushuang was so arrogant and domineering, the faces of the remaining fifty or so people were all particularly ugly.

It would be too unwilling to leave here. If they stay, this group of military people will really kill them.

To go or to stay?

For a moment, Cao Feiyu and the others were in entanglement.

"I will give you ten breaths, if you don't leave, you will be killed!"

Nangong Wushuang's murderous voice sounded again, and at the same time, the black-armored soldiers behind her drew their longbows one after another, targeting everyone including Song Yan.

This bow is also an incredible treasure. It killed a mid-stage grandmaster with just one arrow. Although there is suspicion of a sneak attack, it also indirectly proves that the power of this arrow is very extraordinary. It has the ability to instantly kill an early-stage grandmaster. If you don't guard against it for a while, you may be shot to death.

More than 300 bows fired a volley, most of the fifty-six people present would probably die.

"Three more breaths!"

Nangong Wushuang urged.

"Our Holy Martial Academy has remembered what happened today, let's go!" Cao Feiyu gritted his teeth and walked away first.

Cao Feiyu is the leader of the Holy Martial Academy, once he left, the others followed him, but Chen Feng was quite unwilling, but after hesitating for a while, he had no choice but to leave with everyone.

"Hua Yu, you go with everyone!"

Song Yan, who had been watching the changes quietly, said to Gu Xie Huayu.

"Brother Liang, be careful!"

Gu Xie Huayu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and then left with a group of people from the Shengwu Academy. She knew that Song Yan wanted to compete for the imperial martial soul, and staying here would not only be of no help, but would become a burden, so, It is better to leave.

As for Song Yan's safety, she didn't worry too much. With that miraculous teleportation technique, if he wanted to leave, even the Grand Master wouldn't be able to keep him.

As soon as the people from Shengwu Academy left, the remaining 20 people couldn't hold on, and turned away one after another.

In the end, Song Yan was the only one who stayed where he was.

"Are you not afraid of death?"

Nangong Wushuang looked at Song Yan with a bit of teasing in his eyes. At the same time, more than 300 arrows locked on Song Yan.

"You still can't kill me?" Song Yan shook his head, looked at her and said, "I also have a lot of connections with the military. I've taken a fancy to this imperial martial spirit. How about you take someone away?"

"Hahaha!"

Nangong Wushuang looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, then said contemptuously: "What are you, kill him!"

"Shhhhhhh"

More than ten black streamers shot towards Song Yan like lightning.

"Whoosh!"

With a flash of his figure, more than a dozen arrows were all shot empty.

After grabbing it with his hand, Song Yan had a black token in his hand, holding it up to Nangong Wushuang and said: "I order you to take people away!"

"Third-class military aircraft order!"

Seeing this token, Nangong Wushuang's face changed slightly, and the faces of the other black-armored soldiers showed a hint of taboo.

"I think you all know what this is. Now, I order you to leave immediately!" Song Yan said again, his tone was a little more severe.

For a moment, Nangong Wushuang's face showed a bit of struggle.

"What? Do you want to resist the order?" Song Yan pressed on step by step.

Nangong Wushuang's face became more and more ugly.

"Commander, this third-class military order can mobilize ordinary soldiers and horses, but our Wuhun Battalion is not an example of ordinary soldiers and horses, so we don't have to obey his orders!" The black armored youth who had reminded Nangong Wushuang before spoke again.

Nangong Wushuang's eyes lit up, the tangled look on his face disappeared, and he stared at Song Yan coldly: "For the sake of everyone being in the military, there is still time for you to leave, otherwise don't blame me for killing you!"

Hearing this, Song Yan shook his head, waved his hand casually, and the sword puppet and Jin Maohou appeared at the same time.

"Block them for me!"

With a flash of his figure, Song Yan came to the imperial rank martial soul and grabbed it with his hand.

"Ok!"

The moment he touched the imperial martial soul, the jelly-like imperial martial soul instantly turned into a stream of cool air and submerged into his body, and his spiritual power disappeared at a terrifying speed, more than 90% of it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, Song Yan's face turned pale, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"kill him!"

Nangong Wushuang couldn't help being furious seeing Song Yan's fusion of imperial martial spirit. With a wave of his hand, more than 300 sharp arrows turned into black light and shot at Song Yan.

Song Yan seemed to turn a blind eye to the rain of swords all over the sky, but instead sat cross-legged on the ground and practiced.

The imperial martial soul was still absorbing his spiritual power, but at a much slower rate, so as not to suck his spiritual power all at once.

Taking out a bottle of elixir to replenish mental strength and throwing it into the mouth to temporarily relieve the urgent need, Song Yan began to practice meditation.

And those more than 300 sharp arrows turned into streamers, which were blocked by the sword curtain swayed by the sword puppet, and none of them could get close to Song Yan's side three feet.

Seeing this, Nangong Wushuang's eyes flashed with astonishment, even ordinary grand masters would not dare to take more than three hundred arrows at the same time, but this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man took it.

Is he a grand master?

But how could Grandmaster enter Wuhun Hall?

Just then, the golden retriever roared.

It turned into golden light and shot out.

"Puff puff puff!"

Blood splattered, and the spirit armor couldn't resist its claws like a magic soldier. In just an instant, four black-armored warriors were scratched by the golden hair roar and died.

"End the formation and strangle them!"

Seeing this, Nangong Wushuang's face became even uglier.

"Boom!"

More than three hundred people moved quickly like a torrent of steel, forming a battle formation like a rock, and slowly advancing.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Golden Retriever's claws grabbed the top of the black-armored warrior several times, but were bounced back by a layer of light curtain. This made Golden Retriever very dissatisfied. While roaring, he frequently made moves, but found that there was still nothing he could do about the black-armored soldiers who had formed a battle formation. A warrior.

the other side.

The ten elixirs were imported, and they were transformed into spiritual power in an instant to supplement the spiritual lake in Song Yan's sea of ​​consciousness.

It looks like an increase of two hundred points.

However, the moment his mental strength increased, he was sucked away by the imperial martial spirit in his body.

"Damn it! I almost absorbed more than 2,000 of the young master's spiritual power, why can't I still get enough!"

Seeing this scene, Song Yan couldn't help cursing.

In desperation, while urging the meditation formula, he took out a bottle of elixir and took it again.

As before, the medicinal power is absorbed as soon as it is transformed into mental power.

After taking four bottles of elixir to replenish mental strength, the result was the same, which made Song Yan feel that this imperial martial spirit was a bottomless pit.

At the same time, all the elixir to replenish mental power has been taken, and if he wants to satisfy this imperial martial spirit, he can only rely on meditation to find formulas.

Since it won't be possible to fully integrate the imperial martial spirit in a short time, Song Yan is not in a panic.

He stopped practicing and stood up from the ground, only to find that the sword puppet had been forced to retreat two meters under the force of the opponent's battle formation.

"interesting!"

Seeing this scene, Song Yan couldn't help but smile, and then gave the sword puppet an order.

The next moment, the sword puppet flew out, came to the top of the battle formation, and slashed ten swords fiercely towards a certain point with the long sword in his hand.

After ten sword strikes, the entire battle formation collapsed.

The strong energy exploded, forcing many black-armored warriors to flee in all directions.

When they regrouped, they realized that the guy who took it had disappeared.

"asshole!"

Nangong Wushuang couldn't help but slashed the ground with his sword.