Chapter 1073 Heavy Casualties

Although Zhang Yan was anxious and worried, he was powerless. Zhang Yan was now too busy to help these warriors, so he could only recover his strength quickly and try to recover to his peak state as soon as possible, so that he could join the battle earlier and help these warriors.

Zhang Yan was frantically taking dragon blood grass. Anyway, Zhang Yan had a lot of dragon blood grass, so he was not afraid of consumption. Moreover, the medicinal effect of dragon blood grass was also very good. The pure energy in it could not only help restore spiritual power, but also help restore his physical injuries and improve his blood and qi.

While Zhang Yan was recovering his strength quickly, the warriors here were still fighting fiercely. The strength of these warriors was very strong, and they were evenly matched with each other. There was not much difference between them, so it was impossible to tell the winner for a while. After fighting for so long, the winner had not been decided yet.

Only when Hu Meir started to fight, she took advantage of the fact that the warriors of the Wanfo Zen Sect were not paying attention, and suddenly attacked and killed several warriors. After that, Hu Meir was stopped by a monk of the Wanfo Zen Sect who was a martial god. The monk's cultivation was still at the third level of martial god, and he was fighting fiercely with Hu Meir there.

And this was because his cultivation was higher than Hu Meir, otherwise he was not Hu Meir's opponent at all. Hu Meir got the true teachings of Tianyu Immortal Emperor, and her strength was very strong. Among those with the same cultivation, except Zhang Yan, Hu Meir was really not afraid of anyone. After all, the inheritor of the Immortal Emperor was not just a name, and his strength was also very strong.

Hu Meir suppressed the martial god of the third level here, but the martial artist's cultivation was also relatively high, and it was very difficult to kill him for a while. After all, they were all strong warriors with martial god cultivation, and it was very difficult to kill each other in a battle.

The opponents of Wang Zongheng and Xuanyuan Ming were monks with the cultivation of the Martial Emperor. Both of them were able to suppress their opponents with their own powerful strength, especially Xuanyuan Ming's opponent, who was in great pain. As a descendant of the God of War family, Xuanyuan Ming's God of War body could exert 120% of its combat power during the battle.

The more Xuanyuan Ming fought, the more excited he became, and the more he was willing to fight. The stronger his will was, the stronger his combat power was, and the stronger his strength was. So at this time, Xuanyuan Ming was suppressing his opponent all the time, and the silver dragon spear in his hand was flying up and down, like a dragon coming out of a cave, very flexible and powerful. If he was hit by a shot, the monk would die on the spot.

The monk was also in a panic because of Xuanyuan Ming's attack at this time. He was a little overwhelmed. His nose was sweating, and the sweat on his forehead even flowed down his cheeks. He was so tired that he was panting. It was obvious that he could not hold on any longer.

But Xuanyuan Ming was just the opposite. His eyes were full of golden light, and he was full of fighting spirit. The more he fought, the more excited he felt. His strength was getting stronger and stronger. He even smiled. After all, he had an opponent. This battle made Xuanyuan Ming fight happily and he was very satisfied.

Xuanyuan Ming attacked frantically, and the monk could only parry with difficulty. The old monk parried and said in shock: "Your spearmanship is not a simple spearmanship. It looks like the spearmanship of the Xuanyuan family."

Xuanyuan Ming sneered and said: "I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. Yes, I am from the Xuanyuan family."

"We, the Wanfo Zen Sect, didn't provoke your Xuanyuan family. Why did you wade into this muddy water? Why did your Xuanyuan family go against our Wanfo Zen Sect?" The old monk asked in confusion.

Xuanyuan Ming snorted upon hearing this and said, "You, the Wanfo Zen Sect, no longer stay in your Western Wasteland and dare to stir up trouble in our Eastern Chaos Region. Not only that, you also dare to attack my brother Zhang Yan. Since you dare to attack my brother, you are against me and our Xuanyuan family. Others are afraid of you, the Wanfo Zen Sect, and dare not attack, but our Xuanyuan family is not afraid of you."

As Xuanyuan Ming spoke, he swung the Silver Dragon Spear in his hand even faster. The old monk was already at the end of his strength. He was stabbed in the chest by Xuanyuan Ming's spear without paying attention. He was directly shot aside by the spear, and the old monk was killed by Xuanyuan Ming.

But at this moment, some warriors from the Tianzong Empire also screamed, and then they were also killed. The two sides fought each other and had a life-and-death battle. After all, if they were of the same level of cultivation, the monks of the Wanfo Zen Sect were relatively stronger. After all, they were the inheritance of the Emperor's Immortal Sect, and the martial arts they practiced were very powerful and high-level martial arts, which were much stronger than the warriors of the Tianzong Empire.

After killing his opponent with one palm, the monk with the cultivation of the Martial Emperor waved his palm without saying a word and hit Zhang Yan, who was recovering from his injuries. They all knew that Zhang Yan was the most vulnerable at this time, and one palm would kill him, so the warrior took this opportunity to attack Zhang Yan.

The warrior's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he looked at Zhang Yan with gritted teeth and said, "Boy, give me your life. Today I will avenge our Guojiang Luohan. You die for me."

While speaking, the warrior slapped Zhang Yan with his palm. However, at this moment, Xuanyuan Ming rushed out from the side and stabbed directly from the side, blocking the warrior's palm. Then he said coldly: "Don't disturb my brother Zhang Yan's practice here. Your opponent is me."

The warrior snorted coldly and said: "Since you are looking for death, I want to kill you first and then kill Zhang Yan."

The two people fought directly together. When fighting, Xuanyuan Ming found that this person's strength was indeed stronger than the one he killed before, but this level was still not Xuanyuan Ming's opponent. Xuanyuan Ming's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he immediately fought fiercely with him.

At this time, someone killed his opponent. The monk also rushed towards Zhang Yan, also wanting to take the opportunity to kill Zhang Yan. However, before he could get close to Zhang Yan, he was stopped by the dean of Thunder Academy. The dean also killed his opponent at this time, and then stopped in front of the monk, saying with murderous eyes: "None of you want to touch Zhang Yan."

At this time, Zhang Yan was still practicing on his own. Apart from this, Zhang Yan had no other way. Zhang Yan could only practice quickly here. Only when he recovered to his peak state could Zhang Yan help. So Zhang Yan could not care about so much. He could only practice madly here and madly absorb the energy of dragon blood grass to recover his injuries.

And Zhang Yan's injuries were indeed recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. After just a moment, Zhang Yan's injuries had recovered almost half.

But at this time, the monk of the Wanfo Zen Sect who was at the ninth level of Wuhuang killed the elder of Tianzong Empire again, and then rushed to Zhang Yan again. The dean and his men were already unable to split themselves up. When everyone was worried, Wang Zongheng suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yan.

At this time, Wang Zongheng finally killed his opponent. He once again stopped the monk and helped Zhang Yan delay time.

But at this time, the two sides had been fighting for a long time. The warriors of Tianzong Empire were gradually losing their strength. They were about to be defeated.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan had no choice but to give up recovering from his injuries and chose to force his move. After all, Zhang Yan's injuries had recovered by half, and his strength had also recovered by half. In this case, Zhang Yan was more than enough to deal with these warriors with Wuhuang cultivation.

After all, Zhang Yan was a warrior with Wushen cultivation. No warrior with Wuhuang cultivation could withstand this punch.

So Zhang Yan forced himself to join the battle at this time. If he didn't join, these warriors would die. In just a short while, many warriors were already injured, but they were just holding on.

After Zhang Yan made up his mind, he disappeared instantly. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the battlefield and directly joined the battle of other warriors of the Tianzong Empire. Zhang Yan's figure flashed among these warriors.

Zhang Yan also killed the monks of the Wanfo Zen Sect with one sword without hesitation. These monks were only warriors with the cultivation of the Martial Emperor. They were like ants in front of Zhang Yan. They could not resist the power of the Haotian Sword Art at all. Zhang Yan flashed in the crowd and took the life of a monk of the Wanfo Zen Sect every time he passed by.

The warriors of the Wanfo Zen Sect who were at the level of martial gods felt very distressed when they saw this. They wanted to stop Zhang Yan, but they were stopped by their respective opponents. They could not intervene at all and could only watch Zhang Yan slaughter them.

In less than a moment, Zhang Yan completely killed all the warriors below the level of martial gods of the Wanfo Zen Sect. None of them were left alive. Zhang Yan's injuries were aggravated because of the strong use of his spiritual power, and he could not help but spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood.