Chapter 784 [Great Victory]
In order to see Song Yan being killed with his own eyes, Nangong Wushuang also quickly chased after him.
Just after entering the mountain gate of Qingweimen, Nangong Wushuang saw a scene that made her unbelievable. The six martial saints she brought were surrounded and besieged by twelve martial saints.
These twelve martial saints all wore bronze masks, but their true identities were unknown.
"This...how is this possible? Where did he get so many martial arts masters?" Nangong Wushuang was shocked and angry.
"Are you surprised?"
When Song Yan's voice sounded, Nangong Wushuang turned his head to look, just in time to see Song Yan who was wearing a black robe, a feather crown, and cloud boots walking towards her, where there was no panic, but a feeling of indescribability calm.
For a moment, Nangong Wushuang's thoughts changed sharply, and he suddenly realized that he might have fallen into his scheme.
angry? Unwilling? regret?
Both!
At this moment, Chen Yizhou rushed in with the sect masters of the thirty-eight factions and hundreds of master-level masters.
The arrival of Chen Yizhou gave Nangong Wushuang hope: "Quick, kill him quickly, the little girl will be grateful!"
But the masters of these sects are not fools. They glanced at the eighteen martial saints fighting in the arena, and their armors were clearly distinguished. Obviously, the twelve masked martial saints belonged to the Qingwei sect.
When did the Qingwei sect have twelve more martial saints?
"what!"
A scream came from a Martial Saint, but he was blown in the head by an old man wearing a bronze mask.
The Martial Saint has fallen, and it is still Nangong Wushuang's side!
For a moment, except for Chen Yizhou and Xiao Zhengnan behind him, everyone else's hearts trembled violently.
"What are you still doing in a daze, kill him!" Nangong Wushuang roared.
"Do it!"
Chen Yizhou suddenly let out a sharp shout.
Hearing this, Nangong Wushuang couldn't help being overjoyed.
But immediately, her expression froze, because the target of Chen Yizhou's attack was not Song Yan, but "one of my own"!
puff! puff! puff! puff! puff! puff! puff!
Blood splattered, screams one after another.
Caught off guard, under Gui Yuanzong's rebellion, the Thirty-Seven Sect suffered heavy casualties. In an instant, more than a dozen suzerain heads were killed, and there were no less than a hundred dead grand masters in the later period.
Among them, Chen Yizhou personally beheaded Ao Guang.
Xiao Zhengnan beheaded the leader and sect master of Shenyue Sect and Tianluomen with his own hands.
After a successful blow, Chen Yizhou did not love to fight, but led the elders who returned to Yuanzong to retreat to Song Yan's side.
"Subordinate Chen Yizhou sees the young master!"
"Subordinate Xiao Zhengnan sees the young master!"
Chen Yizhou and Xiao Zhengnan bent over to salute Song Yan at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Nangong Wushuang was dumbfounded, and so were the members of the Thirty-seven faction.
Why?
Why did Chen Yizhou and Xiao Zhengnan call themselves subordinates in front of the head of Qingwei Sect.
"You...you have colluded with each other?"
Nangong Wushuang pointed at Song Yan and Chen Yizhou with grief and indignation.
Chen Yizhou nodded playfully: "That's right, I, Gui Yuanzong, belonged to Young Master a long time ago, and you are so stupid to ask us to deal with Young Master! So, we came to push the boat along the way!"
"good very good!"
Nangong Wushuang's face became even more ugly, and he yelled sadly: "Gui Yuanzong, Huang Liang, I, Nangong Wushuang, swear that you will die without a place to die!"
"Do you think you have a future?" Song Yan shook his head and sneered.
"I want to go, you can't keep me! Huang Liang, you will soon see my revenge on you!"
As soon as the words fell, Nangong Wushuang suddenly disappeared in place.
Seeing this, Chen Yizhou and Xiao Zhengnan's expressions changed dramatically.
"My lord, this girl can't be let go, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"
Song Yan smiled slightly: "Since she has entered the cage, how can I let her go!"
Chimo!
The purple sword light flashed away, and then, with a scream, a figure fell out of the void, it was Nangong Wushuang and who else!
Song Yan put away Zidian and looked at her playfully: "Can you run away and show me another one?"
Nangong Wushuang looked desperate, as if he was asking himself, and Song Yan: "Why, why can't I use teleportation, why can you see through my invisibility?"
"Why do dead people know so much!"
Song Yan glanced at Xiao Zhengnan.
Xiao Zhengnan immediately understood, stepped forward in front of Nangong Wushuang, and raised his hand to take a picture.
When Xiao Zhengnan withdrew his palm, Nangong Wushuang's body suddenly collapsed to the ground without any life left.
"Are you going to die or surrender?" Song Yan's eyes fell on the masters of the thirty-seven sect.
"Run away!"
Someone yelled, and the masters of the 37th faction fled outside the mountain gate as if they had lost their souls. Unfortunately, just as they took a step, a change occurred before their eyes, and they fell into a boundless forest.
But in the eyes of Xiao Zhengnan and Chen Yizhou, this group of masters has been circling around in circles.
"This is a formation!"
There was a look of horror in the eyes of the two of them.
"Yes!"
Song Yan nodded: "I have set up seven or forty-nine formations in Qingwei Gate, and now only two formations are activated, and the remaining formations, even if five million troops attack, I have no choice but to be half-clear!"
Hearing this, Xiao Zhengnan and Chen Yizhou were both shocked, and they felt lucky in their hearts. Fortunately, they did not change their minds, otherwise, their fate might be the same as that of the thirty-seven sect.
After half a quarter of an hour.
The battle of Wu Sheng was also over, and the six Wu Sheng brought by Nangong Wushuang were all killed.
I don't know if the military will feel sorry for the loss of nine martial arts saints back and forth?
Song Yan thought secretly.
Suddenly, Song Yan's eyes fell on Elder Gu Xie and the others: "Elders, it's time for you to take action, capture everyone in the formation!"
With a wave of his hand, dozens of formation cards flew down to the hands of Elder Gu Xie, Duanmu Chong, Dongfang Tianya, Elder Cang and others.
With this array card, they will not be affected when they enter the array again.
After a while, all members of the Thirty-Seven Sect were knocked out and captured, while Qingwei Sect was not injured at all.
Outside the mountain gate, the coalition forces of various factions have been stationed in place because they have not received orders from the head of the sect and the higher-ups.
Soon, the masters of various factions who had been knocked out were woken up.
But their cultivation was sealed.
"Master Huang, spare your life, spare your life, we were all forced by Nangong Wushuang to attack you!"
"Yes, I beg Master Huang to spare your life, we Qilins will never dare to be enemies with your sect!"
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Looking at the sect leaders and elders who kowtowed and begged for mercy, Song Yan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, come, follow me to the main hall, let's have a detailed discussion!"
After a long while, in the main hall of the head of the Qingwei Sect, Song Yangao was at the top, a group of Supreme Elders and Gui Yuanzong stood on both sides, while the members of the Thirty-Seven Sect stood in the center anxiously waiting to be dealt with.
"I want to establish the Southern Martial Arts Alliance to unify the Southern Region. What do you guys think?" Song Yan's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and he spoke slowly.