Chapter 42 Fight! Fight!

In the eyes of everyone, this cold and resolute teenager changed, and the magnificent breath suddenly swept out, tearing the air and crushing the grass leaves. This breath is so strong and domineering. In a trance, the young man's posture is as thick as a mountain.

Everyone's hearts were awe-hearted, and their faces were slightly sober. At this moment, they realized that the teenager had killed eight golden elixir monks alone.

It's like being splashed with cold water. Everyone restrained their hearts, guarded and waited.

The thin middle-aged man smiled coldly and said, "If you stop being captured, I won't hurt you at all. If not, don't blame us for being rude!"

Zhang Yan said blankly, "Are you from the Tai family?"

The thin middle-aged man was slightly stunned. He didn't seem to expect that Zhang Yan was still in the mood to care about this problem at this moment, but he quickly recovered, smiled softly and said, "That's good. Very unexpected?"

Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "It's not surprising. It's just a matter of killing a few more people."

Everyone looked stunned and became unkind.

The atmosphere is depressing and the war is imminent.

The thin middle-aged took a deep breath, stared at Zhang Yan coldly for a long time, and said, "Zhang Yan, do you think no one can find you after leaving northern Xinjiang?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yan was shocked, and the most worrying thing happened!

At this time, with a loud shout, the thin middle-aged man waved his hand and shot a flying sword with cold light, like a poisonous snake, suddenly shot Zhang Yan's left shoulder.

Almost at the same time, the other six Jindan monks released their magic weapons one after another, holding a terrible airflow, and smashed them when Zhang Yan's heart was opened.

The distance of ten feet is really short. The thin middle-aged people are unprepared, and the situation is very unfavorable to Zhang Yan. But their attacks have one thing in common. Almost all of them attacked Zhang Yan's limbs, but no one cares about the critical position.

Obviously, they plan to capture Zhang Yan alive.

The sound of tearing the air sounded in his ears, and his body was like a lonely boat rolling in the huge waves. Zhang Yan's eyes suddenly shrank and his mind moved. Xuanbao Yixuan Zhong suddenly rushed out of his body. With the endless yellow glory, Yixuan Bell soared ten feet and stood in front of him.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The attack of the thin middle-aged and other people roared on the surface of Yixuan Bell. A series of violent explosions filled the whole world, and violent airflows scattered out, crushing, overturning and burning everything around. A wisp of burnt breath filled it, and the area was instantly scattered a hundred feet by the violent airflow.

The yellow light flows like a towering mountain that has been eroded by thousands of years of wind and rain. Xuanbao Yixuan Zhong blocked all attacks, including the awe-inspiring sword of a monk in the early Yuanying period!

"It's Xuanbao!"

Everyone was shocked, and the offensive couldn't help but slow down. They knew that Zhang Yan was not hurt at all under the protection of Xuanbao, and his mind couldn't help sinking. This is troublesome. It seems a little difficult to capture alive...

At this time, the smoke and dust had not dissipated, and Yixuan Bell still scattered the thick and simple atmosphere. Zhang Yan's voice passed through the blurred yellow light, and the gradually dyed dust and fog passed into everyone's ears, which was extremely cold.

"Today, never die!"

The words have just fallen.

buzz!

A thick and unparalleled bell suddenly exploded in everyone's hearts, and an irresistible solemn breath rushed to the sea of knowledge, and everyone's expression was in a moment of trance.

Return to others in their own way!

A touch of electric light suddenly shot out.

Zhang Yan's fists are sandwiched with a thick golden light like substance, running the nine-character true seal, taking into account the most powerful treasure bottle seal and the outer lion seal, to superimpose twice the power and bombard it fiercely towards the thin middle-aged.

The thief captured the king first. The eternal truth is that the thin middle age is the highest among the people, and he is the leader. As long as he is destroyed, Zhang Yan is naturally not afraid of the other six monks in the later period of the Golden Dan.

"Hmm! A little Jindan monk, like crossing the level to kill me?" A blast roared like thunder in Zhang Yan's ears.

It's not good! Zhang Yan was shocked and quickly withdrew his fists printed on the thin middle-aged chest one foot. His body was like a golden practice, an incredible twist, and suddenly retreated back.

"I want to escape, it's too late!"

With a cold hum of the thin middle-aged, a brilliant flying sword shot out. With the flying sword, an unparalleled vast atmosphere enveloped the whole world. The air seemed to be spiritual and groaned under this breath. At this moment, the horrible airflow even twisted and cut through the void.

Zhang Yan only felt that his body was sinking, and his limbs seemed to be torn apart by the ancient giant god. He wanted to get out of his body. The severe pain made him think much and summoned Yi Xuanzhong to stand behind him again.

Hang!

The colorful and terrifying flying sword hit the Yixuan bell fiercely, and saw the thick and simple yellow brilliance shaking violently, turning into a strong earthy yellow halo and devoured the flying sword.

And after the flying swordfu hit the Yixuan bell and made a clear and sonorous sound, the sword body suddenly gushed out endless water-blue airflows, like a ferocious water dragon rushing away towards the oncoming earthy yellow halo, and the momentum was unyielding.

At this time, Zhang Yan's body behind Yixuan Zhong's body trembled, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. Although the flying sword was successfully blocked by Yi Xuanzhong, the horrible airflow it scattered from successfully invaded his body. Fortunately, there was a strong body of Fa Huajin's fearless diamond, which did not affect the damage caused. Fight.

"This sword is famous and a Chinese treasure. Although it can't compare with your mysterious treasure, it's more than enough to kill you under my drive!"

The thin middle-aged did not look at his colorful flying sword, but stared at the rolling Yixuan bell with yellow light, and his greed was unconcealed.

"Give up resistance, I'll spare you to die. It's not too late to decide!"

Zhang Yan wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, smiled gently and said, "It's too early for the deer to die!" And as he spoke, the golden Buddha in his body was poured into Yixuan Bell through the palm of his hand like the Yangtze River.

I saw Yixuan's bell humming happily, the golden runes on the body flowed at a high speed, the earthy yellow halo on the body surface suddenly shone, and the momentum suddenly soared several times. He swallowed the water dragon released by the colorful flying sword in one fell swoop, and then roared towards the body of the colorful flying sword.

"Looking for death!" The thin middle-aged man shouted coldly and did not fight with Zhang Yan. He took back the colorful flying sword, and then pinched the sword formula. The colorful flying sword quickly circled from the air and gradually converged into a whirlpool formed by water-blue sword spirit, which became more and more urgent.

Swish, a sound of breaking the air that made people's scalp numb, and the water-blue whirlpool suddenly shot out endless blue sword spirit, shooting at Zhang Yan with a overwhelming momentum.

Seeing this, Zhang Yan saw a trace of coldness in the corners of his mouth. Do you think I have these methods?

Withdrawing the golden Buddha yuan all over his body, his body suddenly paused, and the magic purple elixir in his body rotated violently. Almost at the same time, a faint and awe-inspiring breath filled out of the body, turning into a purple wolf smoke and piercing the sky.

When everyone looked stunned, a black and light bead the size of a fist rotated on Zhang Yan's right palm, which was a mysterious flame bead!

At this time, countless water-blue swordsmanship has come to Zhang Yan.

"Break it!" With a cold hum, Zhang Yan stroked his right hand, and the mysterious flame beads suddenly flew into the air. Under the dark light, countless magic flames spewed out.

As soon as the rolling magic fire touched the water blue sword qi, it was as if the water and fire were incompatible, and burst into a violent explosion sound.

The emaciated middle-aged look changed dramatically, and he was shocked to find that those black flames were absolutely overwhelming, smashing and devouring the water-blue sword spirit around him, and even rolled towards his colorful flying swords.

Xuanbao-level black beads can easily incinerate the black flame of their bitterly condensed viciss sword spirit. Is this the magic weapon and fire that magic practitioners can use?

The six monks in the later period of Jindan have already woken up, but they dare not intervene in the battle of Xuanbao-level magic weapons and have been observing the situation. They just suffered the pain of Yixuan Bell and were already afraid of Zhang Yan. At this time, Zhang Yan's temperament changed and showed another Zhenyuan. How could another Xuanbao that cooperated with it not be shocked?

Even a faint ominous foreboding appeared in their hearts. Lian Yuanying's initial full blow was shattered by those black flames. Couldn't this flame be resisted at all?

These ideas flashed in everyone's minds, but they saw the thin middle-aged man roared angrily, "Kid, I didn't want to kill you, but you tried hard to force each other. In this case, I will let you know the real power of the Yuanying monk!"