Chapter 397 Thousand Flying Swords 3

Kyan. Yan didn't return and said a word. "The people around him are naturally cheering on the other side of the Iron Blue League!

Yan Cheng snorted coldly, relying on his energy to protect his body, forcibly hit the flying sword that paused around, and quickly swept in the direction of Yan Bui and others. The intention is obvious. As long as you go out of the valley, you will lose, and the opponent will not chase again. This is after the failure of the challenge. The best way to save your life.

Yue Qianchou sneered. As expected, everyone wanted to live in danger. Do you want to run like this? Fortunately, I made a plan first, otherwise you would admit defeat in public as soon as you opened your mouth. I had to give up.

Everyone also saw Yan Cheng's attempt. He didn't admit defeat, but wanted to run away. He wanted to save his life and didn't want to lose too much face. Next, it depends on whether Yue Qianchou could keep him.

To everyone's surprise, the flying swords all over the valley did not carry out a fierce attack. Hundreds of flying swords moved with Yancheng, waiting for the day, and the remaining hundreds of swords were to bag up the fleeing body protection. Looking around, it's like a fairy ball or a hedgehog flying.

Yue Qianchou paused in the air, put his arms around his chest, and stared at the prick ball with no expression. Everyone couldn't understand what he was going to do. Yan Cheng, who was hiding in the body protection, also felt a little surprised. The opponent did not force an attack, which was good. But it makes people inexplicably uneasy.

His worry is right, and Yue Qianchou can't let him go like this.

Just as he felt uneasy and accelerated to escape, the hot heat came from outside the body protection gas, and the heart-to-heart protection gas almost collapsed in an instant. But the flying sword staring outside forced him to force him to resist, and everyone was surprised to find out. Yan Cheng stopped in the air and didn't leave. Did he suddenly realize that he wanted to fight with Yue Qianchou for the sake of dignity?

Yan not returning and others looked at each other in consterance. He didn't know what Yan Cheng wanted to do. He glanced at Qiancholy and found that the guy was sneering maliciously. Everyone suddenly felt bad!

Several rumors sounded in Yan Cheng's ear, asking him what was going on, but now he is suffering. Fighting for fate to resist. The shot temperature seemed to be flirting with him. When he can adapt a little, the temperature will immediately rise a little higher, and then barely adapt, and the temperature will rise again. It seems that he won't let go if he is not forced out of the body protection. However, he is now unarmed. As soon as he is out of the body protection, facing the thousands of flying swords outside, he is dying.

His eyes are red, and his skin is bright red. The seven orifices have suffocated the blood stains of Yancheng, and finally can no longer stand such suffering. He brazenly made the same move as the head of Daluo Emperor Luo Qingtian to protect himself!

"Bun!" In the eyes of the public, a loud noise rose from the air, and the thorn ball wrapped in a blue flying sword was blown up in an instant. The airflow was turbulent, and a figure quickly rushed out of it, trying to use the impact of the explosion to disperse the flying sword and escape quickly.

However, there were only a few hundred flying swords from the explosion, and the remaining hundreds were already ready for him. As soon as Yancheng's net rushed out, hundreds of cyan cold rays immediately broke through the turbulent airflow and couldn't wait to shoot like lightning from all directions.

Yancheng can practice to the middle of the disaster, which is not useless. There is less drag on the body protection. Seeing the flying swords attacking, they also risked their best, and immediately palmed their hands in all directions. "Band bang," he patted a strong force and slapped the attacking flying swords one after another, and resisted the first round of attacks with their profound cultivation. However, there are too many flying swords, and even the blue flying sword, which was blown up by his self-exploding body protection, has also swept over again, "

Everyone was silent. Looking at the situation, they knew that this master in the middle of the disaster was probably a futile dying struggle and exhausted cultivation to resist. But it's hard to move. How long can this last? Although I don't know what method Yue Qianchou used to force him to self-explode his body protection, since it was arranged step by step, I'm afraid I didn't intend to let him go.

Strongly shot out one after another, but it still can't be sure. After all, there are too many flying swords, and finally a blue cold light has become a fish that leaks the net." It has already been bleeding. Suddenly, he felt a cold back, his body trembled suddenly, and his face was slightly ferocious. After that, inexplicable sadness flashed on his face, and he witnessed a blue blade coming out of his chest, bringing out a bright red blood flower. Yan Cheng clapped a few palms with all his strength. Chao Yue Qianchou shouted sadly, "Wue Qianchou, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

The sad voice echoed in the valley, and it was no wonder that he said such resentful words after his death. After all, the death of the three brothers has something to do with Yue Qianchou. How can they not hate it!

Thousands of flying swords suddenly stopped in the air and did not continue to attack. Everyone was surprised. Does this guy want to show mercy? While wondering, Yue Qianchou said indifferently, "Don't you let me go if you are a ghost?" Joke! I hope you can practice until the end of the ghost king after becoming a ghost, otherwise you are not even qualified to see me. I have a word to advise you. After being a ghost. Be resurreated in peace!"

This conversation puzzled everyone. The people in purple clothes and the four major families understand. If a person is a ghost, the resentment is too persistent, or it is really possible not to enter the underworld to stay in the world. However, the yang in the world is too full, which is not what the little ghost can bear. I'm afraid that if it doesn't stay for a long time, the soul will be scattered. Even if you can barely stand on your feet, how can a monk in the world let a ghost stay in the secular world? The place where the bone-appropriate ghosts before he is killed is also only a key reward... Qi's demon ghost realm. However, if you want to find trouble in the demon ghost realm, with Yue Qianchou's identity in the demon ghost realm, what's not a joke?

The sound of the voice fell, and the blue hair was wispsed. The swords swarmed for food, in exchange for a sad scream, and were instantly submerged in the bloodthirsty green light. With the blood fog in the air, a few falling pieces of rags were also chased into dust by the green light"

Everyone took a cool breath. This sword trick was not only strong and fierce, but also extremely vicious. Unexpectedly, Yan Cheng was stunned and raised ashes, and even pieces of debris were not left behind. The people of Fuxian Island looked at each other firmly again, and the Guiyuan Sword Secret could be fierce to the realm of Rusi. It's really the secret to kill the enemy and win!

The smell of blood dispersed, Yue Qianchou frowned slightly, his arms were opened and raised, and thousands of cold rays were summoned. They were divided into two cyan rapids, winding and shining back, and in a blink of an eye, they were all converged into the two sleeves. Then, Yue Qianchou's body flashed, and the imperial sword quickly returned to the four families. As soon as he landed, the blue light under his feet also deftly bounced into his sleeve. The bloody red fog in the air was blown away by a gust of wind,

Ziyi looked at the joyous sorrow of returning from victory beside him, and slapped his face excitedly. The applause sounded abruptly, and the atmosphere of the Xiuzhen Alliance also recovered from the dullness, remembering that it was our side that won another game. Suddenly, the cheers rose again, but everyone seemed to have no previous omissions, and the applause and shouts were much more reserved. Everyone's look at Yue Qianshou is more complicated, starting from today. I'm afraid that no sect dares to despise this person anymore.

"Senior Chang, why didn't you let me shout for Yancheng just now? In this way, he can at least save his life. Yan didn't return to the old man in brocade beside him and asked. Just now, Yancheng's situation was in danger. He was about to shout for help, but he was stopped by the old man.

The old man in brocade replied with a faint smile, "Lord Yan Palace. You now represent the world of cultivation in various countries. How can you say something to admit defeat?

This explanation is too far-fetched. I can't say it, can't you say it? Who knows what you came up with? Yan Bui frowned and said nothing.

The old man in brocade seemed to see through his mind and said with a smile, "Although the rumors of Xiushui Kingdom can't visit the world of Chinese cultivation in person, he has a younger brother named Yan Huan, whose cultivation is quite high. It has reached the peak of the end of the disaster, and it is said that it has first glimpsed the path of the divine period. If Yan Ji knew that all three of his disciples had died here, he would have let his brother come. Lord of the Yan Palace, take the life of a monk in the middle of the disaster in exchange for a master who is close to the Huashen period. Do you think it's cost-effective?

Yan did not return to meditate a little and said, "A master who is close to the Huashen period? Elder Chang, didn't you say that the world's first master banned any monks from coming to China to cultivate the real world? If you really attract this master who is close to the Huashen period, will it provoke the world's first master to intervene?

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"No, although Yan Huan's cultivation is high, after all, he has not reached the transformation period and is not within the scope of restrictions." The old man in brocade looked and slaped the voice.

"Who is the number one master in the world? Have you ever seen it, Elder Chang? Yan didn't return and asked.

To be honest, if it had been put a year ago, Yan Nogui had always thought that the Huashen period was a legendary figure. In reality, I'm afraid it can't exist. However, at his most critical moment, a group of disciples of the master of the Huashen period suddenly came to save him, which made him unbelievable.

After that, the two sides reached an agreement to use each other, and he also understood the purpose of these people coming here. But what makes him most curious is what kind of figure the legendary master in the world is, which can make so many masters of the Huashen period worry a lot and really dare not step into China. This makes people feel a little strange. He asked these people more than once, but no one wanted to elaborate, as if the world's number one master was a taboo among the people.

When the old man in brocade heard this, he was in a trance. That time, he begged the master to take him to the East China Sea to see the world. At that time, the master didn't think it was nothing, so he took him there. Unexpectedly, what happened in the end was simply chilling." The man blaman Sixteen top monks joined hands to fight to the death after being humiliated, but all of them died at the hands of the man. The figure of the light cyano robe is simply a nightmare. As soon as he closes his eyes, he can remember that the man's cultivation is horrible that he can't even dream of.

"Lord Yan Palace, that level of people, it's not what you and I should care about, let's deal with the things in front of us!" The old man in brocade has a changeable expression. None of them told the Yan family. The reason why the monks of various countries did not come. He was forced to take a poisonous oath. There are two reasons not to say. The first is to be afraid that the father and son of the Yan family are afraid. Second, no one will tell you the humiliation of your teacher.

Yan didn't return to "um" and nodded slightly, but the afterglow in his eyes caught the slightly gone frightened look on the old man's face. He was more and more determined to find a way to understand the world's first master, so as not to know that he didn't know when he suffered a Let's know what will happen. Please log in to the mountain. More chapters, support the author. Support genuine reading!