Chapter 1510 Twelve Iron Guards

Chu Mansion, on the martial arts arena.

Even the Yangshen warriors in the dark were astonished by Song Yan's one-shot kill of Zhu's Ju family's talisman warriors. As for the group of Fenghua town warriors outside the mansion, they had limited eyesight, so they couldn't tell that Song Yan killed a congregational warrior. Fu Wu Zhe guessed in his heart that that person should be a Yuan Dan Wu Zhe.

On the contrary, Qin Yingxiong was quite knowledgeable, and vaguely guessed that the other party was a talisman warrior.

Song Yan's voice sounded again: "Zhu Zhenyue, the young master has already come, why don't you show up, do you like to be a turtle, or are you a turtle yourself!"

"Little bastard, you are presumptuous!"

Accompanied by a majestic voice, Zhu Zhenyue came side by side with an old man, and behind them were twelve Talisman Gathering Warriors wearing armor and carrying heavy swords.

"Who are you scolding, old bastard?" Song Yan pouted disapprovingly.

"court death!"

Zhu Zhenyue's eyes turned cold, murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he shouted in a deep voice: "The Twelve Iron Guards obey the order and use all their strength to kill this son!"

He didn't want to talk too much with "Chu Fan", because he was worried that if the other party knew his true identity, if it was leaked, it would not only make the Zhu family a joke, but also make the current King Jin hateful.

The Twelve Iron Guards are killing machines cultivated by the Zhu family. They all practice the king-grade kung fu "Blood Flame Jue", and they wear divine armor worth millions of gold. It is difficult to break through their defenses. At the same time, the heavy swords in their hands are black iron soldiers worth tens of millions, and the twelve iron guards are more proficient in a special combined attack formation.

Therefore, the Twelve Iron Guards teamed up to fight the Yang God Warrior.

"yes!"

The twelve iron guards responded in unison, and then flew out one by one, landing around Song Yan, and surrounded him, Wu Yuntong and Wei Le together.

"The two of them have nothing to do with this matter, how about letting them quit?" Song Yan looked at Zhu Zhenyue and said.

"Master, this subordinate is willing to advance and retreat with you!" Wu Yuntong resolutely said.

"My lord, Le'er is willing to live and die with you!" Wei Le hesitated slightly, obviously at this point, she could only stand by Song Yan's side.

"No, your cultivation base is too weak, staying by my side will only add to the chaos!" Song Yan shook his head, he didn't want to activate the formation yet, otherwise, he wasn't sure to keep them all.

He planned to kill Zhu Zhenyue and the Yangshen old man beside him first, and then activate the formation to deal with the other four Yangshen warriors.

"Let them go!"

Zhu Zhenyue opened his mouth, one Yuan Dan and one Shenhai have no effect on the overall situation at all.

"Get out!"

Song Yan said again.

"Master be careful."

"Young Master, you must survive!" Wei Le also said, but he was a little relieved in his heart. The twelve iron guards put a lot of pressure on her, making her feel like she couldn't breathe.

Soon, Wu Yuntong and Wei Le came outside the encirclement, and Wei Le couldn't help asking: "Mr. Wu, what level of fighters are these twelve people?"

Although Wu Yuntong is Song Yan's servant, Wei Le has always maintained due respect after knowing that the other party has the cultivation base of the middle stage of Yuan Dan.

"I can't see through it!" Wu Yuntong shook his head worriedly: "It should be a talisman warrior!"

"What? Talisman Gathering Warrior?"

Wei Le couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and his face was a little more desperate. Unless Chu Fan is a Yangshen warrior, he has no chance of surviving.

Even though she couldn't see through Song Yan's cultivation, she guessed that it was nothing more than a gathering talisman!

"Do it!"

One of the Twelve Iron Guards let out a soft shout, and swung the epee in his hand first, which turned into a blood-red knife light, broke through the air, and slashed at Song Yan.

This man is the leader of the Twelve Iron Guards, named Zhu Zhaolong, whose cultivation has reached the peak in the late stage of Jufu, and has the possibility of becoming a Yangshen warrior.

Following Zhu Zhaolong's move, the other eleven iron guards waved their heavy swords one after another, followed by cutting towards Song Yan in different directions with mysterious steps.

Even if the ordinary twelve concentrating talismans work together to strike together, it is impossible to underestimate it, not to mention the twelve concentrating talismans that cooperate tacitly, and each of them uses a magic weapon.

Therefore, even if their energy is contained but not released, the warriors fighting outside the mansion feel fear.

On the other hand, Song Yan, who was in the center of the attack, looked calm and calm. He didn't draw his sword until the attack of the twelve people was approaching.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

While the sun talisman in his dantian was shining, a warm but irritable force instantly flowed through his whole body, and for a while, a fiery red mask appeared on his body.

Accompanied by a series of rapid crashes, the green dragon sword in his hand actually blocked the twelve heavy swords.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhenyue was even more surprised. He never dreamed that this evil species would have such an achievement, probably because his cultivation has reached the peak of the late stage of Jufu.

"It's a pity! If it wasn't for his identity... he could be included in the Zhu family!" The Yangshen elder beside Zhu Zhenyue said with some regret. As a high-ranking member of the Zhu family, he naturally knew what kind of existence Song Yan was.

Therefore, no matter how talented Chu Fan is, he cannot be kept. Otherwise, if King Jin knows the truth, the Zhu family may not be able to bear King Jin's anger.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

There was another series of collisions, and after a while, the Twelve Iron Guards and Song Yan were evenly matched.

Wei Le, who was watching the battle, couldn't help clenching his fists, secretly cheering for Song Yan, because her fate was already tied to Song Yan, and his life and death were related to her future.

"Array!"

Zhu Zhaolong yelled angrily, it was too embarrassing for the twelve of them to join forces and couldn't take down each other, so he didn't dare to procrastinate any longer, and decisively used the combined attack formation.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

For a moment, the breath of the twelve iron guards surged, and they used a special secret method to connect their hearts together.

Immediately, the Twelve Iron Guards cooperated with each other more skillfully.

At the same time, after their spiritual breaths were united, their respective strengths had been greatly improved.

"Hey, what's waiting is your formation!"

Song Yan sneered, activated the Kamikaze Art, and turned into a phantom to swim quickly in the formation, causing the opponent's attacks to fail many times.

"snort!"

Zhu Zhaolong snorted coldly, and softly shouted: "Earth Dragon Transformation!"

Immediately, the Twelve Iron Guards started to walk faster, and the steps under their feet became more and more mysterious. As they walked, the air in the formation became extremely thick, and at the same time, there was an invisible pressure, pressing hard To Song Yan.

"It's time to end!!"

Regarding this, Song Yan did not panic in the slightest, instead he showed a hint of sneer, and then, the green dragon sword in his hand turned into a blue lightning, stabbing out.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

The sword qi pierced into the void in several directions instantly, and as the several sword qi pierced out, the Twelve Iron Guards suddenly felt unstable for a while, and the power in their bodies was instantly sucked away.

At this moment, Song Yan felt his whole body lighten up, and he slashed out twelve sword qi one after another.

"Puff puff puff puff!"

The twelve sword qi accurately entered the eyebrows of the twelve iron guards, and the next moment, under the disbelieving eyes of Wu Yuntong and Wei Le, the twelve iron guards fell to the ground with a bang.

"Using formations to deal with me in front of me? Zhu Zhenyue, it seems that your intelligence collection is not very good?" Song Yan stood holding a sword, staring at Zhu Zhenyue playfully, and slowly spit out a sentence.

It's good that the twelve iron guards don't use the formation. To deal with them, he still has to reveal part of his real strength, but now, it is not easy to kill them by directly using the backlash of the formation to drain the power in their bodies!