Peach Fortune Ring

Victory!

For a moment, the audience was silent.

After a long while, there were bursts of whooping sounds from the God of War team, while the immortal cultivators' faces looked terrified.

"Master wants to hit three, whoever comes up will die!"

And Song Yan, who killed the two monks, once again looked at the group of disciples cultivating immortals, and shouted in a provocative tone.

"What an arrogant boy!"

Seeing this scene, the Nine Foundation Establishments were really angry.

"Jianshan, Jianyun, Jianfeng, you three, go up and kill this kid!" said the middle-aged man in a blue Taoist robe. .

"Yes, Master!"

Three youths in strong attire stepped out. Different from other disciples of cultivating immortals, each of these three carried a simple long sword on their backs.

"Go!"

Chimo!Chimo!Chimo!

Accompanied by the sound of three swords being unsheathed, the three youths pulled out their swords one after another, and dodged around Song Yan, forming a three-talented sword formation.

"kill!"

The three of them swung their swords at the same time, and suddenly, the sword energy billowed, and they strangled Song Yan in a mighty manner.

"This is quite interesting!"

Song Yan chuckled lightly, a long alloy sword appeared in his hand, and quickly slashed several swords around.

The "Qinglian Sword Code" he practiced is an extremely brilliant sword cultivation method. Although these three people formed a three-talented sword formation, it seemed that Song Yan was sealed in the sword formation. The eyes of "Sword Cultivator" are full of flaws.

The few swords he slashed didn't use much strength, but they slashed at the weak point of the Sancai sword array, so...

"Puff puff!"

The energy exploded, and the sword energy rushed back. Immediately, the Sancai sword formation was broken. When the formation was broken, the three of them suffered backlash, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Die!"

The figure swayed, Song Yan flew out with a sword, and then three heads flew into the sky.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The three headless corpses fell to the sky, while Song Yan returned to the original place. He raised the alloy long sword in his hand, pointed at the group of disciples cultivating immortals, and said with a sneer: "The cultivators are nothing more than that. To hit ten, you bastards, dare to come up and die!"

As soon as these words came out, Yan and Huang were so shocked by Song Yan's arrogance that they couldn't speak, but the strange thing was that the blood in their bodies was stirred up by these words, and they wished that they could turn into Song Yan and face the group of high-ranking people The disciple of cultivating immortals said these words.

"This son should be punished, otherwise he will become a serious problem for my confidant in the world of cultivating immortals!" Wu Yangzi said with a murderous look on his face.

"That's right, I don't feel at ease if this son is not dead!" Liaoyin nodded.

The remaining seven foundation builders expressed their opinions one after another, saying that Song Yan, an ordinary warrior, could not stay.

"I have a plan, I can kill this son!" Qingxu Daoist said with a sinister look on his face.

Chapter 432 Slaying and Establishing a Foundation

"What's the plan, Fellow Daoist Qingxu?" asked Kong Xuzi, head of Taiqing Mountain.Please search () to see the most complete!The fastest updated novel

Shangqing Valley, Taiqing Mountain, and Yuqing Palace are respectively among the nine sects of cultivating immortals, and they respectively inherited some of the orthodoxy of Sanqing Tongtian, Taishang, and Yuanyuan.

Sanqing was originally a brother, so the relationship between these three sects is also very good, and they often advance and retreat together.

Qing Xuzi looked at Song Yan in the field of vision and said: "This son's true energy is extremely special, almost indestructible, and ordinary third-grade treasures can't stop his true energy at all. We can pick out nine people, and then we will share their fourth-grade I lent them treasures to use, but Pindao still doesn't believe that nine people holding fourth-grade treasures can't kill him!"

"This is a great plan!"

When the other eight people heard the words, they all showed their approval.

Soon, each of the nine foundations recruited a disciple of the eighth level of innateness, and took out their own attack magic weapons to help them refine them easily.

10 minute later.

The nine cultivating disciples who had obtained the master's magic weapon walked out confidently and came to the arena.

"Tsk tsk, nine more have come to die!"

Seeing these nine people, Song Yan said with disdain.

"Little thief, don't be arrogant, the nine of us join forces, you will die for sure!"

"That's right, you, a mere mortal warrior, dare to provoke us immortals, you're simply tired of working!"

"Kill my immortal disciple, and I will tear you apart!"

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These immortal disciples obtained the fourth-grade treasure handed down by their master. It can be said that they are full of confidence, and they all speak ill of each other. It seems that Song Yan can be chopped off in an instant.

But Song Yan plucked his ears impatiently, and cursed at the nine people: "Fuck, are you here to fight, or to scold? There are so many nonsense!"

"The thief is looking for death!"

"You bastard, I'll give you a ride!"

While drinking lightly, the nine disciples of the Immortal Dao sacrificed the magic weapon handed down by their master one after another, and it was colorful and beautiful for a while.

"go with!"

The nine people pinched the magic formula, and immediately, the nine magic weapons burst out with terrifying aura, and shot towards Song Yan quickly.

"Good come!"

Song Yan let out a low cry, and the alloy long sword made nine consecutive strikes.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Accompanied by a series of impact sounds, all nine magic weapons were chopped back by him one by one.

"This is impossible!"

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the nine foundation-building masters all changed suddenly. Although their disciples could not fully activate the power of the fourth-grade treasure, they could kill the ninth-level congenital in seconds. The power is even stronger by dozens of times, how could it be hacked back by a mortal warrior with the eighth level of innateness.

The nine cultivators who were envoys to the magic weapon were also shocked, and hurriedly mobilized their true energy with all their strength, and continued to use the magic weapon to bombard Song Yan.