Peach Fortune Ring

Xuan Xin said confidently, he has already reached the peak of the Ninth Layer of Innateness, and he has a third-grade treasure to protect him. Even if he stands still and let Song Yan beat him, he doesn't think that a small Eighth Layer of Innateness can hurt him .

That's right, the aura that Song Yan deliberately displayed was innately eightfold.

"Whoosh!"

Xuan Xin only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and before he had time to activate the magic weapon, he felt a pain in his chest. When he looked down, he found that a dagger had pierced into his heart fiercely, and pierced his heart. I feel like my breath of life is rapidly passing away.

Xuan Xin couldn't help but have a thick look of panic and unwillingness: "This... this is impossible! I don't want to die!"

Chapter 4 Thirty Two Choices

Song Yan stared coldly at Xuan Xin whose breath of life was getting weaker and weaker, and said to him in a low voice: "In my eyes, you group of immortal cultivators are really not good?"

"You... poof!"

Opening his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, Xuan Xin fell to the ground with his back to the sky, completely losing his breath of life.

With a grasping hand, Song Yan took out the dagger stuck in Xuanxin's body, and thought to himself, this group of people practice rubbish exercises and use rubbish magic weapons, and even the Dao foundation they cultivated is also a dao foundation of miscellaneous attributes, so, they Compared with the real cultivator's strength, there is a big gap.

Seeing the death of his beloved apprentice, Wu Yangzi clenched his fists, stared at the fallen body with a gloomy expression, and said through gritted teeth: "You are a cultivator of the ninth level of innate talent, and you have several magic weapons by your side. In the hands of an ordinary martial artist with an eighth level of innate talent, the master's face can be completely humiliated, but although you have lost the master's face, the master still has to avenge this revenge for you!"

Yanhuang side.

The God of War team all showed inconceivable expressions when they saw Song Yan killing another immortal cultivator, because when Xuanxin played, the four commanders of Dragon Sword and King Kong explained to everyone that this Xuanxin's cultivation had reached the innate level. Kunou.

After experiencing the failure of the previous eight rounds, in everyone's opinion, it is very difficult to defeat the cultivators who are one level lower than themselves, not to mention the leapfrog challenge.

Although Song Yan won two rounds, the monk in the first round was only at the seventh level of innate level, which was one level lower than him. In the second round, the Taoist priest in green robe was at the eighth level of innate level, which was comparable to his level of cultivation.

But now, Xuan Xin is a congenital ninth level, so no one thinks that Song Yan can win.

But in the blink of an eye, Song Yan actually killed that impossible opponent with one move.

"Why do I feel that those cultivators have become so weak all of a sudden?" Zhao Ying asked suspiciously.

"It's not that they are weak, it's that our captain is too strong!" Wu Feng said in a deep voice, with an inexplicable light shining in his eyes.

"That's right, Ah Yan has always been good at leapfrogging challenges! It's just that I didn't expect that his strength has become so powerful!" Zhao Ying nodded approvingly.

Over there in the auditorium.

The head of state sitting in the front row suddenly turned his head and said to Zhao Changsheng: "Old Zhao, the kid on the field should be called Song Yan, is he from your Zhao family?"

Zhao Changsheng nodded with a smile: "This child is my adopted son."

"This child's achievements are limitless." The head of state sighed, and then said to the secretary standing beside him: "Go and tell Han Song, let him replace Song Yan quickly, and don't let him mess around again!"

The head of state's words fell into everyone's ears. Everyone knew that the head of state was protecting Song Yan. Although Song Yan won three rounds in a row, the first two rounds were fine, but the third round was a bit of a fluke. Assassinate Xuan Xin in one fell swoop, once Xuan Xin sacrifices the magic weapon, it will be difficult to say who will win.

After receiving the order, Han Song hurriedly stepped forward and said to Song Yan: "Song Yan, click as far as you can, let's go down!"

"slow!"

Wu Yangzi's voice sounded.

"Senior, what advice do you have?" Han Song asked Wu Yangzi, who was walking over, with an ugly expression.

Wu Yangzi glanced at Song Yan lightly, and said in a cold voice: "Three days ago, our two sides set the rules for the martial arts competition. Each side has a hundred people, and each person fights once. This kid has fought three times in a row, so he is already broken. rule!

Breaking the rules should be punished.

Now, I will give you two choices, one is to let him continue beating until he is beaten to death, or the other is to receive the three palms of the poor, and if he survives the three palms, he can also end! "

"I choose the first one!"

Before Han Song could speak, Song Yan made a choice first.

Han Song looked at Song Yan helplessly: "Why do you...?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Han, I'm sure!" Song Yan winked at Han Song.

"Then be careful!"

Han Song nodded and retreated to the sidelines.

But the face of the head of state was a little gloomy. The immortal cultivators wanted to overwhelm others with power. They really had no way to resist. They only hoped that Song Yan could kill a few more immortal cultivators, but Song Yan himself might be about to perish.

"Bastard! They are too shameless!" Tang Qingya said indignantly.

"They are blatantly wanting to put Brother Song to death!" Ye Feng looked at Song Yan in the field with a worried face and said.

in the field.

Wu Yangzi stared at Song Yan, and slowly said: "Junior, the only end of going against our fairy sect is death, you just wait for death slowly!"

"is it?"

Song Yan smiled irrefutably, and decided in his heart that he would kill all these immortal cultivators today.

"Humph!"

Wu Yangzi dodged to leave, and then, another immortal cultivator with nine levels of innate talent came into the arena.

Because he had learned the lesson from Xuan Xin, this person sacrificed a copper bell magic weapon before he even entered the stage. This magic weapon is a third-grade treasure.

"My name is Chang Yan, remember, don't forget my name when you go to hell!"

As soon as the words fell, the immortal cultivator named Chang Yan launched an attack on Song Yan.

His attack weapon is also a flying sword.

This flying sword is also a third-grade treasure, but the refining method is very rough, and it is not comparable to Song Yan's bronze flying sword.

With a casual finger, Feijian rushed straight to Song Yan's eyebrows like black lightning.

Facing the black flying sword that came suddenly, Song Yan did not show the slightest panic, he raised his hand and pointed a finger.

There is a sword glow overflowing between the fingers.

"Oh!"

This ray of sword light successfully hit the black flying sword, not only blocking it, but also knocking it back.

"You, how can you repel my flying sword?"

Seeing this scene, Chang Yan couldn't help showing shock and surprise.

Even if he himself didn't have the magic weapon, he didn't dare to resist the flying sword, a third-grade treasure, but now, this ordinary warrior has done it.