Chapter 68 Endless Sword School

Seeing that the Yan family was about to rush forward outside the field, he pressed his arm down again. Suddenly, on the ground of the Yan family, 20 conical rocks almost rose from the ground, connecting into a three or five-foot-long fence, which turned all the Yan family out of the door. Many footsteps were so anxious that the Yan family were directly The sharp rock cone was raised, some scratched and rolled down, and some were directly broken and drilled to death!

The Yan family was shocked and hurriedly retreated. They saw in the cracks that in the rock cone fence, several purple mysterious gases popped out in a row, all of which hit Yan Song's body, making Yan Song, who was getting up and resisting, suddenly fixed himself in place and could not move.

Yan Feng, Yan Yi and the elder Chuan Gong jumped up directly, with the rock cone below under their feet, and summoned their respective martial souls at the same time, which rushed to Xiao Wensheng. And Xiao Wensheng seemed to have expected it. When the figure jumped up, it had flashed behind Yan Song. A leather and bone-like folded veteran, like an eagle's claw, clasped Yan Song's throat. A cold light shot out of his eyes and said to Yan Feng and the three who stopped quickly in front of him, "You have broken the rules! Then don't blame me--

" Stop it!" Yan Feng hurriedly ordered him to stop. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything at this moment, and his eyes changed from perseverance to extreme worry.

Xiao Wensheng did not want to kill Yan Song in the first place. His behavior only proved his guess, and the result was still quite satisfactory. His face was gloomy and ordered several people to retreat from the crowd, otherwise he would kill the teenager in his hand. Yan Feng and others looked at each other and had to retreat. At this time, Xiao Wensheng's other hand secretly carried Xuanli, and all the rock cones he had just summoned fell into the ground, so that he could see clearly the behavior of all the Yan family and Ye Nancheng soldiers.

"I can see that you are very concerned about this boy's life," he asked with a smile on his face, looked at the Yan family who did not dare to act rashly, tilted his head and looked at Yan Song motionlessly, and then said, "Explain it well. Why did you want him to fight with me just now? Is there any conspiracy? Why did he rush to my martial soul just now? Say!!!" He didn't want to give the other party any chance to quibble. The old hand like an eagle's claw moved, and his face suddenly turned red, and there was blood in his eyes.

"He has practiced special soul hunting skills and can specialize in hunting the martial soul of the mysterious!" Yan Feng hurriedly said before Yan Yi and the elders.

Xiao Wensheng looked at Yan Feng's facial expression without blinking. After not finding any abnormal movements, he suddenly smiled and looked at Yan Song beside him. Then he freed his other hand and gently slapped the latter's abdomen. He said slowly and said, "Spirit hunting? So that's it! However, not everyone's martial soul is so easy to hunt..." He watched the blood in Yan Song's mouth slowly overflow, and his flat expression was unmoved at all.

"What did you do to him?" Yan Feng said urgently. At this moment, the blue veins on his neck were clearly exposed, and the fist of his left hand clenched and clenched.

Laughing asked a smile, and the expression on his face was very happy, which was a little inconsistent with the atmosphere at this time: "The little skill of carving insects is not worth mentioning. If you don't want him to die, pick up the Xianwu Xuanbing of the person next to you and stab a sword on your body.

Yan Yi beside Yan Feng was shocked when he heard the words and held the Ziyan sword tightly in his hand. He didn't want Yan Feng to make fearless sacrifices, and he didn't want Yan Song to be buried in the enemy's hand like this, so he gritted his teeth and shouted, "I'll take this sword for my eldest brother!"

With that, he pierced the right thigh with a sword in his backhand. Suddenly, the scorching temperature of the purple sword made the wound rustle, like frying. He suppressed the pain, suddenly pulled the sword from his leg, and half knelt on the ground with a plop. The wound on the thigh healed like charred due to the high temperature, and blood It doesn't flow.

"Yan Yi!" Yan Feng hurriedly squatted down to help him, but at this time, he couldn't say anything! Although Yan Song couldn't move, his eyes were cracking and looked at the scene in front of him, and his forehead was full of blue veins, looking like a nightmare!

Suddenly, his expression became painful again, and his whole face turned red to wax yellow. It turned out that the dry hand on his neck exerted strength again. He only listened to the smile behind him and asked calmly, and only spit out a few words: "What I'm talking about is to let Yan Feng hurt himself."

The people of the Yan family were already unbearable to be forced to laugh and ask for life. Now that Yan Yi was seriously injured, the other party wanted Yan Feng to commit suicide. They immediately looked at the opposite side angrily and almost suffocated them from internal injury, but Yan Song's life was still in the hands of the other party. After all, they did not dare to say a word.

Yan Feng grabbed the Ziyan sword in Yan Yi's hand and was about to do it. Yan Jia's arrow beside him hugged him and said, "Father! Father--" The girl then turned her head to Yan Song opposite, with a very helpless expression. Tears overflowed in her beautiful eyes. After saying two words in her mouth, she slowly let go of Yan Feng and lowered her head as if her soul was not possessed.

Yan Song opened his eyes roundly without blinking. His eyes kept trembling, which was faintly moist, but more regret and helplessness. He knew that if he had hit the dragon palm or Panlong finger early, the old man behind him would have had no hair left, but he was greedy for hunting the martial soul for a moment and wanted to pull out his teeth in the tiger's mouth...

"I'm self-harmed. You have to let loose!" Yan Feng's words resounded in everyone's ears.

Laughing questions answered calmly, "You are not qualified to talk to me now--"

Before he finished saying a word, the eyes of the teenager in front of him were tight. In his eyes, Yan Feng directly waved the purple sword in his hand and stabbed his thigh. The burnt wound was unsightly, and the sound of frying made people chill. Yan Feng pulled out his long sword and shook his body gently. Although he did not fall down, his face suddenly became bloodless and white.

"Pearliant Yan, I'm impulsive. I want you to cut off your left arm. What's wrong with you? When Xiao Wensheng spoke, his dry old hand exerted his strength again. This time, Yan Song's eyes turned up directly, his mouth unconsciously opened, and his tongue was straight and he was about to stick out.

"Disciples of the Wuya Sword School! Your so-called leader is such a deacon, do you look at it like this? Yan Jia cried and blushed, pointed to the person opposite and shouted.

It doesn't matter what she said. When the disciples on the opposite side heard the words, they were all indignant: "Weak and begging for pity? Didn't you also want to destroy my Wuya Sword School just now?"

"Yes, you have the ambition to destroy my sect, so don't blame me for the iniless sword faction!" For a moment, she shouted loudly. Yan Jia never thought of her own words and attracted the revenge of the other party.

Xiao Wensheng raised his hand, and the anger behind him immediately stopped. He smiled, looked at Yan Jia, and then looked at Yan Feng, and still said very calmly, "Mian patriarch Yan, I think you are all about the justice of the family. Now, there are two choices in front of you. First, kill your daughter and then self-harm yourself. I promise to take your family. The genius of the clan is released. Second, I killed your genius, and then started the endless sword array. I will kill you, and we will die together.

When Yan Feng heard the words, his head suddenly became confused. His body unconsciously shook and shook. From time to time, the shouts of "prong chief" and "prong chief" came from the family. Suddenly, he was like a dream and could not tell whether it was true or false.

Although Yan Song, who was pinched and rolled his eyes by the other party, was still conscious. He heard the words of Xiao Wensheng very clearly, and at this time, Xiao Wensheng's dry hands were also relieved, which gave him the ability to open his eyes and look at the opposite side. He saw that Yan Feng was holding his sword, looked at his daughter Yan Jia in a helpless cry from the family, and then slowly pointed the hot purple sword at Yan Jia.

Now, as long as the sword in Yan Feng's hand moves three inches forward, it will pierce the heart of the Yan family. Seeing this, Yan Song's inner mood surged. He didn't want his uncle Jia to die because of himself, and he didn't want the whole family to be implicated because of himself. His body was unable to move because of the acupuncture point of Xiaowensheng, and his mental strength could not be exerted because of the inadvertent gentle palm of Xiaowensheng in his abdomen.

At this moment, because of the unwillingness and indignation in his heart, his abdominal wood attribute seems to be forced to operate. This situation makes his upper Dantian Nidan Palace and Xiadantian Guanyuan Cave form a different kind of spiritual and mysterious internal pressure. This pressure is getting greater and greater. Although he can't look inside, he slowly feels that this The passive pressure seemed to come from the virtual state of Jade Bodhi in his body. Although he could not enter it, he felt that what was in it that was about to rush out of the martial soul?

Opposite, Yan Feng looked at his tearful daughter in front of him and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. With a strong left arm, the long sword in his hand stabbed forward! At this time - opposite them, suddenly there was a loud shout that shocked the sky, which was Yan Song's voice!

The father and daughter turned around and saw a strong white Xuanqi suddenly burst out in Yan Song's body. The almost substantial Xuanqi shocked the smile behind him and spit out blood and flew out. At this moment, a white shadow suddenly flashed in Yan Song's body. Looking closely, it was like a figure with a long sword in his hand.

The sound of the sword sounded, and the white shadow had already teleported to the laughing students flying backwards in the air. With a sound of Ping, the sword sounded, and the white light in front of the smiling questions suddenly brightened to the extreme, and then the strong light penetrated his body in an instant with the momentum of Sunday Kyushu. When the strong light destroyed the clothes on his body like a storm, Yan Feng suddenly found that there was also a silver python wound on the old man's chest like the elder! At this time, the white shadow suddenly looked back and vaguely looked like an injured woman. For some reason, she stopped attacking, but turned into a white light flashing into Yan Song's body.

The situation forced him to think too much, so Yan Feng endured the pain and rushed forward with the crowd. Soon, he protected Yan Song in the center. However, Yan Song's face was full of anger at this moment. He jumped up and shook his one arm in the air. Nine purple dragons broke their sleeves and shot directly into the body of the laughter that had not yet landed, back and forth, no less than a hundred times.

The disciples of the Wuya Sword School had already been shocked. Some hurried away, and most of them surrounded Xiao Wensheng. Xiao Wensheng fell to the ground. Countless blood holes on his body were spewing blood water out. There was a wave of blood in his mouth and said vaguely: "Push down the sword gate stone, Wuya sword, array!" After saying the nine words, he died.

When his disciples were shocked and burst into tears, they looked back next to the stone steps up the mountain. Under the understanding of the four blue characters of the "Wuya Sword School", these people looked angrily at the Yan family and Ye Nancheng soldiers at the same time, their eyes were full of deep blood and hatred, shouting: "Open the Wuya Sword Array, and They fought!" With that, he rushed to the boulder regardless of his life.

And Yan Feng didn't know what they were doing until more and more people rushed under the boulder. When they worked hard together, Yan Feng suddenly realized and pointed to it and said, "Come on, go and stop it. The boulder is the sword eye. They want to open the boundless sword array!"