Chapter 1254 Kill Yourself

Seeing that Song Yan broke through more than a dozen distracted late-stage joint attacks with a single sword, an onlooker cultivator couldn't help exclaiming: "This is Song Xiaomo, and he really lives up to his reputation!"

The other person nodded approvingly, and stared at the scene with a dazed look: "This Song Xiaomo is too fierce to fight against more than a dozen late-stage distractions with the early stage of distraction!"

Suddenly, some onlookers exclaimed: "No, this Song Xiaomo is here to snatch a marriage, right? I'll go to his grandfather. Could it be that this Song Xiaomo has an affair with the saintess of the Taiyi Sect? Then wouldn't the sixth prince become a prince?" Green hat prince, this is too explosive!"

Hearing what he said, the eyes of the onlookers all lit up.

Many onlookers stared at the scene in front of them in surprise, and in the field, Song Yan broke through the joint efforts of more than a dozen distractions in the late stage, and the ink black sword in his hand moved forward, and it shot out like lightning.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, blood sprayed, and the Mohei sword was pulled out from the eyebrows of a person who was distracted in the late stage, turning into a ray of light and slashing at the other person.

"puff……!"

A large stream of blood shot into the air, and a head flew up into the sky.

But in the breath, Song Yan cut the two distracted late stage.

"So powerful!"

Seeing this scene, a group of onlookers were stunned. One early stage distraction killed two late stage distractions in an instant. Is that still the early stage of distraction?

when! when! when!

The ink black sword swung continuously, parrying several attacks, and then Song Yan took a step forward.

Pooh!

As soon as the figure flickered, Song Yan bullied himself in front of a distracted late stage, but the ink black sword in his hand pierced his chest first. The sword energy exploded in the opponent's body, not only cutting the opponent's internal organs into pieces, but even Yuan Yuan The baby was not spared either.

Around the wrist, the Mohei sword came out of his body, cutting out three sword lights in succession.

"Bang bang bang!"

Under the three swords, the three sneak attackers were directly chopped into the air, and the three sneak attackers couldn't help coughing up blood, their round eyes were full of horror.

"kill!"

With a soft shout, Song Yan turned into an afterimage and rushed out, and the ink black sword in his hand turned into the death-killing sword of the god of death. In an instant, two more distracted people were cut off their heads.

Seeing this scene, someone shrank his head and took a deep breath: "Grandma! This Song Xiaomo is like slaughtering a chicken in the late stage of distraction. No wonder he can wipe out the seventeen branch altars of the Taiyi Sect one after another!"

But Li Sixuan's face became extremely ugly. If this continues, more than a dozen of his elites might be blinded, so he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Return them all to me!"

The remaining nine distracted breathed a sigh of relief in the later stage, and hurriedly fled the battlefield at the fastest speed.

Song Yan did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, because Li Sixuan's subordinates were not even considered cannon fodder, and his real enemy today was the Taiyi Sect.

"Song Xiaomo really lives up to his reputation!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded, and then saw a young man in black robe stepping into the air, landed seven or eight meters away, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at Song Yan with cold eyes.

"Who are you?"

Song Yan looked at the black-robed youth in front of him and asked.

The black-robed young man's face darkened: "I am Ying Wuxue, a direct disciple of the Taiyi Sect, and I am here today to take off your head and use it to pay homage to Tang Wushang!"

Song Yan was taken aback, and said unexpectedly: "You don't think I killed Tang Wushang, do you?"

Ying Wuxue said: "It doesn't matter whether it's you or not, but Li Tianluo is Tang Wushang's woman, you shouldn't touch her!"

"hehe!"

Song Yan laughed angrily: "I said this Ying Wuxue, you have a brain problem, and you still have a lack of nerve, who do you think you are, Li Tianluo is my woman, why can't I touch her!"

Li Sixuan at the side couldn't help being extremely annoyed when he heard the conversation between the two. Li Tianluo was his wife who was going to marry but was said to be the woman of the other two men. On Yan, he shouted: "Song Xiaomo, you are going to die today, and you dare to be so arrogant, it's really ridiculous!"

Hearing this, Song Yan frowned and suddenly turned to look at Li Sixuan, and shouted in a deep voice: "Get lost, if you dare to say one more word, believe it or not, I will kill you right away!"

After being drunk by Song Yan, Li Sixuan's mind subconsciously flashed the scene of Song Yan beheading with his dry hands just like chopping vegetables and melons, his heart shivered, and he quickly swallowed the words in his throat.

But he really didn't dare to say another word.

"This Song Xiaomo is so demonic, just a single threatening word turned the Sixth Prince into a shrinking turtle!" A cultivator who was watching was shocked.

"That's right, but it's no wonder the Sixth Prince, after all, that Song Xiaomo is so cruel!"

Hearing the comments from the surroundings, Li Sixuan really wanted to find a hole in the ground and get into it.

"Brother Li, step back and leave it to me to deal with it!"

Ying Wuxue's voice sounded at the right time, giving Li Sixuan a step down.

"move back!"

Li Sixuan waved his hand and said, immediately the welcoming team retreated quickly.

"Chimo!"

The next moment, Ying Wuxue drew his sword in his hand, pointed at Song Yan and said, "Song Xiaomo hopes that you will attack with all your strength, otherwise, you will definitely not be able to leave here alive!"

"Who gave you the courage to say such a thing?"

With a sneer, Song Yan raised the black sword in his hand.

call out!

A flash of sword light, like black lightning, pierced in front of Ying Wuxue's body in an instant. The opponent's protective essence exploded, but it couldn't stop the sword at all. In an instant, the tip of the sword had already pierced him The body-protecting essence reached between his eyebrows, and even though the sword tip hadn't pierced his flesh, a sharp sword energy had invaded his body, making him stiff and unable to move.

"No!"

Ying Wuxue let out a mournful and unwilling cry, and the true energy in his body exploded, but he still had difficulty avoiding the sword edge, because the cold sword edge had already melted his skin and almost completely frozen his soul .

Fear, boundless fear swept him. At this moment, he realized how big the gap was between him and Song Xiaomo. He couldn't even block the opponent's sword!

"I don't want to die!"

Ying Wuxue shouted in his heart, and at the same time, there was a pang of regret deep in his heart.

Seeing that Ying Wuxue was about to die under Song Yan's sword, at this critical moment, an illusory figure suddenly appeared beside Ying Wuxue, flicking his fingers.

"Buzz!"

Mo Heijian felt the threat from that finger, and automatically erupted with a super strong sword intent.

"Boom!"

Song Yan flew back holding the sword, but the right hand holding the sword was numb.

As Song Yan receded, Ying Wuxue also recovered his freedom, but his face was still pale. He glanced at the old man beside him gratefully, and bowed down: "Thank you Elder Tang for saving your life!"

"Without blood, you retreat first!" Elder Tang nodded.

Although Ying Wuxue was unwilling, he still nodded and retreated.

The next moment, Elder Tang's eyes fell on Song Yan, and he said in a flat tone: "You kill yourself!"