Chapter 428 I Have a Plan

Seeing the common saying that he fell to the ground, not only the Yanhuang side showed shock, but even the immortal cultivators looked surprised.

If it was said that Song Yan killed Xuan Xin before, it was only an advantage of the sneak attack.

But this time, it was clear that Chang Yan had already released treasure light to protect his body with a magic weapon, so why was he still easily killed by the opponent.

"Who else will die?"

In the field, Song Yan stood proudly, his eyes full of provocation swept towards the last Xiantian Jiuzhong on the side of the immortal cultivator.

The name of the Xiantian Jiuzhong is Fan Zhong, and his strength is similar to that of the dead Xuanxin and common sayings.

Therefore, when he felt Song Yan's provocative eyes, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

Seeing this scene, the Yanhuang side was very happy.

On the other hand, the nine master foundation builders on the side of the cultivators were deeply ashamed.

Song Yan found that the other party had actually flinched, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Haha, aren't you high-level immortal cultivators? Why are you still afraid of me as a mortal warrior?"

Although the cultivators were angry and humiliated by Song Yan's ridicule, no one took the initiative to stand up.

Killing four people in a row, including two of them at the ninth level, they all knew the power of Song Yan, a mortal warrior, and everyone was not a fool, who would go up there and die.

"Fan Zhong, you went up and killed this kid!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in a white robe. He was one of the nine major sects in the Xiuxian world, Qing Yuzi, a sect of the Qingling Sect.

Hearing this, Fan Zhong couldn't help flashing fear in his eyes, and said hesitantly: "Master, I, I made a mistake in my practice last night, and I can't move my true essence for the time being, so...!"

The so-called mistakes in the practice are just excuses. How could Qingyuzi not understand that his apprentice was afraid of that mortal warrior, but he thought that his apprentice was extremely qualified. It is also a huge loss, so he said lightly:

"You bastard, when you return to the sect, I will punish you for facing the wall for a year!"

"Thank you Master!"

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard that Master didn't need to call him to fight again. As for facing the wall for a year, it was nothing compared to losing his life!

Seeing that the other party turned into a tortoise, Song Yan was unwilling to let the group of immortal cultivators go, and sneered: "What? Are you all conceited? Otherwise, the young master will allow the two of you to go together!"

"Amitabha!" A middle-aged monk proclaimed the Buddha's name among the nine major foundations: "Since the little benefactor has such a request, this seat will fulfill you, wisdom and courage, and wisdom, you can go up and ask him for advice."

This middle-aged monk is called Jinguang Shangren, and he is one of the nine major sects in the world of immortality, the head of the Golden Light Buddhist Sect.

"Yes, Master!"

Two young monks wearing moon-white monk robes appeared more and more. Compared with the monk who was beaten to death for the first time by Song Yan, these two monks looked more handsome. 's practice.

"The poor monk Zhiyong has seen the donor."

"The poor monk's intelligence has seen the donor."

The two monks saluted Song Yan quite politely.

As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling face, these two monks are so polite, Song Yan decided in his heart that he would not kill them, just wound them, so he smiled back and said: "The two masters are polite, next...! "

It's just that Song Yan's words were not completely out, Zhiyong suddenly threw a string of beads.

The Buddha beads flew to the top of Song Yan's head, and the golden light suddenly bloomed, and nine phantoms of Buddha statues flew out from them. The phantoms of the nine Buddha statues stabilized the void and uttered the Buddhist mantra. Song Yan, who was under the Buddha statues, felt a sense of trance. However, when his spirit lake was shaken, he regained his sobriety, and suddenly realized that he was being tricked by these two monks.

However, the moment he woke up, a vajra with the thickness of a fist came to the top of his head, carrying a vicious wind, and smashed hard at his forehead.

"Hey, I wanted to spare your two lives, but you dare to attack the young master!"

With a sneer, Song Yan raised his hand and threw a punch, directly hitting the vajra.

"Crack! Kick!"

As a third-grade treasure, the vajra was actually hit with several cracks by his punch.

"Wow!"

At the moment when the vajra was cracked, Zhizhi opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Whoosh!

The figure swayed like a ghost, and Song Yan deceived himself.

"Boom!"

He raised his hand and slammed two palms, hitting the chests of the two monks directly. With two clicks, their protective magic weapon shattered, and the two flew out like kites with broken strings, and fell to the ground without a sound. .

Complete victory!

For a moment, the audience was silent.

After a long while, there were bursts of whistling from the side of the God of War team, while the side of the cultivators looked terrified.

"Master wants to fight three, who will come up and die!"

And Song Yan, who killed two monks, once again set his eyes on the group of immortal disciples and shouted in a provocative tone.

"What an arrogant boy!"

Seeing this scene, the nine major foundation establishments were really angry.

"Jianshan, Jianyun, Jianfeng, the three of you, go up and kill this kid!" The middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe, this person is also a sect's honor, and he is also a Qingxu real person who is sent to Qinggu by the nine major Xiuxianmen in the Xiuxian world. .

"Yes, Master!"

Three young men in strong suits stepped out. Unlike the other immortal disciples, the three of them each carried a simple long sword on their backs.

"Go!"

chirping! chirping! chirping!

With the sound of three swords being unsheathed, the three young men pulled out the swords behind them one after another, and fled around Song Yan, forming a three-talented sword formation.

"kill!"

The three of them swung their swords at the same time, and suddenly, the sword energy rolled and strangled Song Yan with a mighty force.

"That's kind of interesting!"

Song Yan smiled lightly, an alloy long sword appeared in his hand, and quickly slashed several swords around.

The "Qinglian Sword Canon" he practiced is an extremely clever method of sword cultivation. Although the three of them formed a three-talented sword formation, it seemed that Song Yan was sealed in the sword formation. "Jian Xiu" is full of flaws in his eyes.

The few swords he cut did not use much power, but they cut at the weak point of the three-talented sword formation, so...

"Puff puff!"

The energy exploded, and the sword energy rushed back. Immediately, the three-talent sword formation was broken. When the formation was broken, the three of them were attacked and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Die!"

The figure swayed, Song Yan flew out with his sword, and then three heads flew into the sky.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The three headless corpses fell to the sky, and Song Yan returned to the place. He picked up the alloy long sword in his hand, pointed at the group of immortal disciples, and sneered: "The immortal cultivator is just like this, so, this time, young master To fight ten, you bastards, dare to come up and die!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan and Huang were so shocked by Song Yan's arrogance that they couldn't speak, but the strange thing was that the blood in their bodies was stirred up by these words. The immortal disciple said these words.

"This son should be punished, otherwise it will become a serious problem for my confidant in the cultivation world!" Wu Yangzi said with murderous intent.

"Yes, this child is not dead, I feel uneasy!" Lianyin nodded.

The remaining seven foundation builders expressed their opinions one after another, saying that Song Yan, a mortal warrior, could not stay.

"I have a plan to kill this son!" The Master Qingxu said with a sinister look on his face.