As soon as the sound came out, both of them were shocked. Almost at the same time, a little green light penetrated the wall and suddenly flew in front of Su Yi'ang. His eyes widened and his face was full of horror. When he saw that he could not avoid it, a little white light suddenly flew up from his chest. With a "ding" sound, not only blocked the divine shuttle, but also dispersed the spiritual energy attached to the divine shuttle, causing the divine shuttle to be useless and turned back.

Su Yi'ang came to his senses, shouted wildly, and said, "It's Zhang Yan!"

Since he was born, he has only been in charge of internal affairs in his family and has never had any experience in fighting with anyone. The thing just now is probably the legendary Ruyi Shuttle. He knew that he had walked around the gate of hell, and instinctively hugged his head and hid behind a thick wooden pillar.

At this moment, the mist in the sky spread out, and in an instant, the surrounding area turned into a vast white area.

Hiding behind the pillar, Su Yi'ang was shocked and suspicious. Zhang Yan suddenly appeared here. Where were the men he arranged below? Why was there no movement at all?

By the way! He slapped his forehead and said that the magic weapon given to him by his elder brother might be able to control Zhang Yan!

After fumbled through his sleeves for a while, he finally grabbed something. Suddenly, a dangerous feeling made his muscles tense up.

Out of the corner of his eyes, the heart-pounding green light flew towards him again, and the amazing momentum could not be concealed by the rich fog. However, although Su Yiang looked panicked, he had a magic weapon in his hand and couldn't help but feel a little confident in his heart. He closed his eyes and threw the things in his hand stiffly upwards.

This thing shines brightly as soon as it reaches the air, and it appears, but it is a dazzling bronze mirror. At this moment, the mirror turned around and a dazzling light shone out toward the bottom. This light looks like a thick fog, and it actually passes through the wooden pillar and firmly holds the Ruyi Divine Shuttle that is approaching.

Su Yi'ang leaned over the wooden pillar and looked at it. He saw the Ruyi Divine Shuttle struggling left and right in the light, but he could not get out. His original nervousness diminished slightly, and he laughed wildly through the fog: "Zhang Yan, I had long expected that you had a treasure of the genus of metal and wood. It was indeed the Ruyi Divine Shuttle, my side..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his hair suddenly rise, and a cloud-patterned red pen emerged from the fog. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide in horror. In a trance, it seemed that it had reached the tip of his nose.

It turned out that Zhang Yan had just seen the Ruyi Divine Shuttle blocked by some unknown treasure, and even the spiritual energy attached to it was dispersed. He immediately realized that he could not do anything to the other party with a treasure, so this time he had a bright and dark idea. On the surface, he used the Divine Shuttle to attract the treasure, but secretly wanted to use the Xuanming pen to take his life.

However, his cultivation level was not enough and he could not use two magic weapons at the same time. Therefore, there was a gap between the front and back, and the effect was a little worse.

Seeing that Su Yi'ang was about to be hit by Xuanming's pen, his body shook. The white light just now flew out of his body again and took the initiative to meet him. When the two collided, Xuanming's pen hit was useless. The spiritual light on the pen dispersed and returned to Zhang Yan's hand.

Two strikes were fruitless, and Su Yi'ang was both shocked and safe, but at this moment he was extremely frightened. This treasure was given by his elder brother Su Yihong, saying that he could withstand at least three bombardments of magic weapons, but after every three times, he had to refine it with his natal essence and blood and spiritual liquid before he could use it again.

Now he has suffered two bombardments, but it seems that Zhang Yan has more than two magic weapons. If the opponent takes action regardless of the situation, at most two more people will be killed. He has the idea of ​​running away at this moment, but he has realized the level of the first level of energy. This golden magnet bronze mirror needs to be supported by Yuanzhen and cannot move at all. Otherwise, once the Ruyi Divine Shuttle is taken off, he will immediately die on the spot.

At this moment of life and death, he didn't care about his gentle demeanor and shouted hysterically: "Senior Brother Wu, Senior Brother Wu, where are you? Why don't you do it quickly? If I die, Su will not let you go!"

The moment the fog filled the air, Wu Zhen quickly retreated to the corner of the wall, his face extremely solemn. Zhang Yan could silently go up to the seventh floor of the tower, which was enough to show that this person was extraordinary. How dare he deal with it accidentally? After retreating to the corner of the wall, he felt a little calm.

At this moment, when he heard Su Yi'ang suddenly start to scream, he couldn't help but frown, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he was a little shaken about his surrender to Su Yi'ang.

But now it is not the time to think about it so much. He just made a vow to be loyal to the other party, so he really couldn't let the other party be killed in front of him. With his fingers, he used a breath of clear and turbid air and used a secret "Explanation" technique from the family. Suddenly, the thick fog in front of him shook like a heavy fog, and it suddenly became much thinner. With his eyesight, he could already vaguely identify a little scenery.

Suddenly, someone seemed to flash in front of him. A sharp light flashed in Wu Zhen's eyes. He was not willing to miss this opportunity. He shouted loudly, and a flying sword in his hand flew away and stabbed the other party directly.

Although Su Yi'ang was only a little clear-headed, this man was a disciple of the Su family after all, and there was no magic weapon on him. Zhang Yan originally wanted to deal with him with thunder first, but he didn't expect that this man would actually have a treasure that restrained the Ruyi Divine Shuttle and blocked his Xuanming Pen back.

But he also knew that any treasure that could be used to fly out to protect his body would only respond to things like magic weapons, so he decided to take the initiative to go forward and assassinate the man at close range.

He only took a few steps out, but he felt a wave of mist. When he looked back, he flew towards him. The flying sword was swiftly and flew in front of him in an instant. It was too late to use Xuanming pen again. At this critical moment, Zhang Yan opened his eyes and opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of Kun Ling turbid air.

Only with a "dang" sound, the flying sword paused slightly.

Before the first breath of turbid air was over, Zhang Yan sprayed it on the second mouthful, hitting the flying sword again, and finally swung it to the other side. However, when the two turbid air returned to his chest, it was only half of the original one, but it could no longer move.

Seeing that the flying sword was still in the air, it seemed that it was about to fly, Zhang Yan took a gamble and exhaled the third mouthful of turbid air that had not yet been completely refined. This was mixed with heavy evil turbid air, and a black and red color suddenly appeared from the originally black turbid air.

But unexpectedly, this time I accidentally played the trick. I heard a "sharp" sound, like the sound of cracking silk. The flying sword light dimmed and shaking in the air like a drunkenness.

Wu Zhen's face changed and he shouted: "How dare I defile my magic sword!"

He pinched his finger technique, and the originally swaying flying sword revived again and slashed it down again. This time, Zhang Yan couldn't avoid it. The flying sword pierced into his right shoulder with a "sneer". However, the sword head had just pierced a little, but he stretched out a hand to grab the sword body. He could no longer go deeper. With this gap, he bounced his right finger and a black inkstone headed straight for Wu Zhen, but he didn't even look at it, and turned his head and rushed towards Su Yi'ang.

As soon as the inkstone flew out, it turned into a dark and heavy inkstone five feet in the air, pressing down on Wu Zhen.

"Soul-Shenzhen Inkstone?"

Wu Zhen's face changed drastically. He raised his head and opened his mouth and squirted. A white breath surged out, but there was a faint golden and red light mixed in it. When he pinched the magic trick in his hand, the light flashed and a phantom of the turtle's back formed, blocking it.

With a "boom", the light and shadow shattered. He groaned and took seven or eight steps. He stepped on more than a dozen bricks at his feet. He then reached out and pressed the wall. In the crunching sound of sore teeth, a wall column was pressed in by him. Then he stopped, and a stream reached his mouth, and the corners of his mouth overflowed.

At this time, Su Yiang looked ahead in horror. Seeing Zhang Yan, who was rushing towards him as if nothing had happened, he was heartbroken and screamed, and he didn't care to hold on to the Ruyi Shuttle anymore. He turned around and ran away. Zhang Yan jumped up from the flying sword on his shoulder, pulled out the momentum from the flying sword on his shoulder, and then took the opportunity to take a step forward. A headshot into the sky, hit the wall opposite, bounced back to the ground, rolled out, and the headless corpse ran forward a few steps and fell to the ground.

As soon as Su Yi'ang died, the bronze mirror in the air was lost to control. The light of spirit suddenly disappeared and fell down. Zhang Yan reached out to catch him. Ruyi stretched out her shuttle and left, and fell back to his hands.

Wu Zhen was shocked by the Soul-Sheng Ink, and his soul swayed. Fortunately, he felt a little scared. He also knew the Soul-Sheng Ink, which originally belonged to Du De, and knew the power of this magic weapon. If it was fixed, it would immediately be a situation where the soul was scattered and the body was corrupt.

Can he block it, but can he block the second move?

Zhang Yan's magic weapons emerged one after another. He had lost the intention of fighting again and immediately had the idea of ​​escaping. Seeing that Su Yi'ang was killed, how could he dare to stay? Without hesitation, he turned around and knocked open the wall. A little seed of mysterious light attached to the sword. The sword light raised and wrapped around his body, and flew out like a rainbow.

But before he could reach the tower, he could only hear a cold snorkeling in his ears. A green light came from behind him in an instant, and he pierced the rainbow light through with just one blow. He then shuttled back and forth twice. With a loud scream, he lost his life and fell from the air. The divine shuttle turned again, and scattered the Yuanling, and was summoned back.

At this moment, the entire tower had been killed completely by Zhang Yan.

He pulled off a piece of his sleeve without expression, wrapped his shoulder injury, and took out some pills from Qiankun's sleeve bag and swallowed it. When the flying sword injured him, his spiritual energy had almost disappeared. He only injured him with the rest of his strength, but he could recover after recuperation for a day or two.

But I didn't expect that the last breath of turbid air mixed with heavy evil could actually pollute the other party's flying sword. I don't know why, but I'm afraid I can't figure it out for a while, so he put it aside.

He walked forward, flipped Wu Zhen's body first, and took the card to control the tower's ban in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the direction of the tower's flight changed suddenly, and then he felt relieved.

After searching carefully on the two of them, they found that Wu Zhen had nothing but some pills, but Su Yi'ang had a Qiankun sleeve bag on his body. He was about to check what was put inside, but he felt the entire tower tremble and shaking, as if he had bumped into something.

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Chapter completed!