One thousand five hundred and thirty-one: Seven sons of Jiange? spicy chicken

One thousand five hundred and thirty-one: Seven sons of Jiange? spicy chicken

Why is it as if nothing has happened? Aren't you afraid that Kong Yi and the others will come up with another evil plan? Isn't Yan Wang a little too confident in his own strength?

A trace of ridicule appeared in Yan Huan's eyes: "They are just ants. They can be crushed to death with just one hand. Why should you take them seriously?"

He grinned, not daring to say more, turned around and pointed in a certain direction, and was about to move to take him to Lengyue Palace, but unexpectedly...

There was a sound of shattering rubble.

A group of three people walked up and appeared in front of Yan Wan. The leading man stared at him with a sneer on his face: "Haha, what a loud tone. I want to see how you can crush me to death."

"have a look?"

Yan Wan raised his head as if aware of it, and his eyes gradually gathered, reflecting the shadows of the three people. I saw the corners of his thin lips twitching slightly, as if he was smiling: "Then, just keep an eye on it."

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings were lonely, the wind and clouds stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Then, dragons roared across the sky, thunder broke through the sky, and the dazzling afterimage flashed away like a flash in the pan, lingering in everyone's eyes for a long time.

Pfft...

Sun Kong's face turned purple, and his big head rose into the sky. Along with the spray of blood mist, the strong smell of blood spread all over the surroundings. The headless corpse stood for a long time, then staggered to the ground with a gust of breeze.

The man and woman looked miserable, their eyes were dull, their decent clothes were soaked in blood drops, and the cold feeling touched their skin. Even though they were unaware, it seemed like their souls had been wiped away by this sword.

Li Yuanming reacted, felt the warm blood remaining on his face, and growled angrily: "Aren't you going to kill me? Why did you attack him? Despicable villain..."

"Do you believe it when I say it?" Yan Wan's eyes were filled with a joke that looked like he was mentally retarded. He opened and closed his thin lips and breathed out sweet fragrance: "I said I am your long-lost father. Do you believe it?"

"I'll kill you!" Li Yuanming made a seal with one hand, the sword box on his back buzzed and trembled slightly, and a flash of rainbow light spread all around him, injecting his strong murderous intention, and rushed towards Yan Wan.

Yan Wan stepped around and staggered around. Although Chixiao was not unsheathed, it was like a red dragon in his palm. He always cut off the opponent's change points at the right time, making Li Yuanming almost want to vomit blood.

"Li Yuanming, at the end of the Seventh Son of Jiange, entered the realm of reincarnation three months ago. It is said that he has a high level of understanding, which is rare. However, when I saw him today, he was greatly disappointed.

Judging from the strength of your body and sword, it seems a little stiff. The good sword pavilion martial arts in your hands cannot exert half of its power, and various flaws appear frequently.

In addition, a few words can make your mentality unbalanced and chaotic. From this, it can be seen that most of them are just flowers that have not experienced the wind and rain. Is there something fishy about the name of the Seventh Son of Jiange? Or... there is no one in the sword pavilion? "

"you wanna die."

Li Yuanming drew his sword and was about to kill, his fair facial features were slightly distorted, and he looked carefree and free-spirited just now, but instead he had a kind of raging rage.

"Kong Yi, one of the seven sons of Jiange, ranked fourth."

Yan Wang suppressed Li Yuanming lightly, and turned his eyes to the woman watching the battle, with a look of constriction on his face: "But from what I can see, you are standing half a step behind Li Yuanming.

Occasionally, I cast my eyes on Li Yuanming, but there was a bit of tenderness mixed in. Based on what I just said, you must have played a big role in Li Yuanming being able to sit in this position, right? "

Heaven falls!

Li Yuanming made a gesture and shouted coldly. He circled his sword around his body and swayed the afterimage of the sharp sword light, covering Yan Wan and his surrounding area of ​​more than ten meters, creating a huge momentum.

Even so, Yan Wan's voice was still unaffected and could still be heard clearly: "Let me think about it, what price did you pay to convince the people in Jiange to support Li Yuanming?"

Kill the devil!

Li Yuanming's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were prominent. The explosive momentum from his body dispersed the dark clouds in the sky. The slender long sword burst out with dazzling light, exuding a superb evil spirit and slashed towards Yan Wan.

"Tsk, tsk, look at your airs and temperament, Kong Yi, you don't have any rich background. I think you come from an ordinary background. Although you are ranked fourth among the seven, you are just a disciple in the end, and you are far from being the number one.

The strength is so intimidating that all kinds of financial transactions are impossible. Is it possible... that you are willing to sacrifice your youth for Li Yuanming to successfully become one of the seven sons? "

"...Ah, I'm going to kill you!" The corners of Li Yuanming's eyes burst, and power circulated rapidly in his body. As if possessed, he rushed towards Yan Wan crazily, trying to shut him up.

Yan Wan's expression changed slightly, he pushed with his thumb, and Chixiao took out the box for half an inch, accurately biting the sword blade swung by the opponent, and chuckled: "Tsk, tsk, a pair of jade arms that can be used by thousands of people, and a little bit of red lips that can be tasted by thousands of people, that's not bad. How about this, Kong Yi, you accompany me once, and I let him strike with a sword?

"The prodigal son is seeking death!"

With all kinds of filthy words pouring into his ears, Kong Yi finally couldn't bear it any longer. A piercing murderous intention bloomed in his beautiful eyes. With a wave of his delicate hand, two daggers slipped out of his sleeves and joined the battle like a whirlwind phantom.

When his companions joined in, Li Yuanming finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure immediately reduced a lot.

Not only is the pressure high when being forced to defend, but Yan Wan, who seems to be joking, but flawlessly stops all his means, makes Li Yuanming feel even more uncomfortable.

"Do you know why I haven't drawn my sword?" A proud smile appeared on Yan Wan's face. With a push of his left thumb, the sharp blade that had been hidden in the box was revealed at this moment.

Blood Soul Ring!

Infinite Sword Step!

Extreme Thunder Sword!

Li Yuanming suddenly froze and subconsciously covered his chest, blood flowing out. When he looked down, he saw that there was an extra sword blade on his chest.

"You can't catch my sword."

Yan Wan met his gaze, grinned, drew his sword, and Kong Yi stabbed the weapon with purple lightning in his hand, attached with the Thunder Gang Xuansha, fiercely embedded in the opponent's wrist.

Bang, bang...

In just a short moment, the two of them fought a hundred times. Their energy collided and the aftermath spread, completely crushing the surrounding ruins into pieces, leaving only terrifying large pits with green smoke curling up.

Compared to Li Yuanming, Kong Yi was much stronger. A pair of sharp blades were like flying butterflies, dancing gracefully in her palms and hitting all the vital points of Yan Wang's body.

Li Yuanming staggered back, covering his chest while trying to take out the elixir from his arms and take it.

Samsara realm warriors can recuperate and recover as long as they are not crushed to pieces, their souls are wiped out, most of their body is left, and they have enough resources.

Li Yuanming seemed to have only been stabbed through the heart by a sword. Logically speaking, the injury was not serious. In fact, the ferocious internal force had completely destroyed the meridians and organs around his chest, and his life was hanging by a thread.

However, Li Yuanming, who was only concentrating on healing his wounds, did not realize that the silent fangs on the side were quietly approaching him, and the dagger condensed with fangs in his hand had been raised.

Forehead……

Li Yuanming's head was penetrated instantly.

The scream was interrupted after only one part. His body was eroded by the demonic energy at a speed visible to the naked eye. On the other hand, Qi Ya seemed to have taken Shiquan Dabu Pill, and the wounds on his body healed quickly.

"Yuan Ming..." Kong Yi was inevitably distracted. She glanced over there subconsciously and slowed down her hand movements slightly. She wanted to save Li Yuanming...

However, she almost lost her life.

Yan Wan's ability to seize opportunities is so strong, so naturally he would not block it with a swing of his sword as she wished.

In an instant, his actual and false sword power was completely transformed, and he was as violent as a charging cavalry. Chixiao twisted around, grazing the gap between the daggers, and rushed straight in, immediately rushing into Kong Yi within three inches of his body.

die!

Of course Kong Yi couldn't die. At the critical moment, he saw her decisively pressing the sword, using the strength of her body to rise into the air, twisting like a snake with her boneless body, and instantly passed by Yan Wan to avoid the fatal blow.

hesitate?

No!

In a battle of this level, no one would hesitate. Kong Yi knew very well that if he had not decisively given up the idea of ​​rescuing Li Yuanming, he would have been forced into a desperate situation.

"Tsk, tsk, mandarin ducks playing in the water?" Yan Wang turned around and looked at her, glancing at Kong Yi's waist: "Is Miss Kong so empty and lonely inside?"

Kong Yi just couldn't relieve himself, and his breath was a little unstable. When he heard Yan Wan's teasing, his pretty face couldn't help but a blush flew up, and he gritted his teeth: "Don't say more, this kind of despicable means is not good for me. It’s useless.”

Yan Wang curled his lips, raised his sword and said: "If it is really useless, why do you need to answer?"

"..." Kong Yi's jade face turned red with anger, looking for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuａ.com I am speechless. While she was secretly annoyed with Yan Wang for being shameless and despicable, she couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in her heart.

It should be noted that as the realm improves, the warrior's mentality will also change accordingly. From being brave and fighting to cherishing feathers, this is an inevitable process.

Therefore, most warriors above the God Converging Realm, even if they wish to tear their opponent into pieces, they still have to pretend to be personable and polite on the surface.

There are very few people like Yan Wan who can be so shameless at the level of reincarnation. You can't pick one out of a hundred.

In other words, from this point Kong Yi understood that Yan Wan was the kind of person who would do whatever it took to win. He didn't care about the process of things or the means used. He only cared about the results.

For example now...

When they first met, Li Yuanming was provoked in his words, forcing him to instinctively concentrate and be vigilant. But the attack seemed to be directed at Sun Kong, who didn't have much to guard against.

After killing it with one blow, Li Yuanming became a little angry. He continued to attack and lost his position unknowingly. The words were ridiculing and insulting, forcing Li Yuanming to lose his mind again.

After successive attacks to no avail, they targeted Kong Yi again, forcing Kong Yi to join the battle angrily.

This allowed Li Yuanming to dissipate the anger in his heart and temporarily relax for a few minutes. Then he copied the scene of killing Sun Kong again...

It can be said that the rhythm of this battle from beginning to end was firmly grasped by Yan Wan.

Whether it was Sun Kong, Li Yuanming, or Kong Yi, they were all driven like puppets on strings, unknowingly stepping into the trap set by Yan Wang.

Yan Wan sheathed his sword, as if he had no interest in fighting. He glanced at her and said with a smile, "You probably haven't found out my identity yet, otherwise you would never show up so recklessly."