"I don't need it!" Xiao Yan grabbed the void with both hands. Black energy wrapped around his hands, and he burst out with suction force and ran towards Zhao Wujiang:

"My son killed you because it was your destiny. My son was killed by you because it was your destiny! You little evil beast, you must die!"

Devour the sky and the earth!"

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled. Xiao Yan's aura at this moment made him very familiar with it, which was the magic of attracting stars.

He stretched out his long and slender fingers, bent them, with his palms facing the ground, full of evil spirits:

"Old man, that's not how you use it.

Take a good look!”

He took one step forward, turned into a black and purple afterimage, and appeared in front of Xiao Yan in an instant.

Xiao Yan's eyes were horrified. Before he could react, his right knee suddenly hit his heart. Then, his head was held down by a big hand full of devouring power, and his body flew out uncontrollably.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Zhao Wuyan pressed his legs and knees against Xiao Yan's collapsed chest, and held Xiao Yan's head firmly with his right hand. It was covered with blood and drew a horrifying arc in mid-air.

"boom!"

The two figures fell heavily to the muddy ground in the forest, causing dust to fly.

The onlookers swallowed their saliva, everything happened in the blink of an eye, fast, too fast, the counterattack was too sharp!

Xuanyuan Jing's eyes showed worry and she quickly approached. She had heard Zhao Wujiang talk about this move before, which seemed to be called "crow flying on a plane".

The smoke slowly dispersed, and two figures emerged clearly in front of everyone.

Once lying down, once standing.

One's breath is sluggish, and the other's momentum is overwhelming.

Xiao Yan, who was lying down, was already very angry, his face was covered with sticky bloodstains, and the bloodstains spread to his broken and collapsed chest.

Zhao Wuxu stood with an evil temperament, thick black blood dripping from his right hand, looking down at Xiao Yan.

"hiss..."

The people watching suddenly burst into gasps and were so shocked that their hearts trembled.

"Oh my god, how is that possible!"

"Oh my god, how did Zhao Wuxu do it? He is a veritable half-step master!"

"Impossible, I must have seen it wrong. Why is it Zhao Wuyan who is standing?"

"Isn't Zhao Wuyang in the late stage of the Divine Transformation Realm? How could he defeat the Half-Step Master Xiao Yan?"

"Did you see him using the secret treasure? Did you see it?"

"What divine art? What divine art is it? He must have used some powerful divine art, otherwise how could it be possible? How could it be possible?"

"I ****, **, Zhao Wujiang is simply *****, so fierce!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"..."

Everyone was talking, and they were already shocked to the point of being horrified. Especially Xiao Yan, who had been so powerful a few breaths ago, did not expect that in the blink of an eye, he was seriously injured by Zhao Wuxu's backhand and was on the verge of death.

Xuanyuan Jing was also trembling. Wujiang hadn't seen him for a long time, but he was already so powerful. Even the strong men who were close to the venerable were defeated in his hands in just a few moves.

He is worthy of being her Xuanyuan Jing's man... Xuanyuan Jing's heart surged, Wujiang has become so powerful, he must have suffered a lot in the past year.

Her eyes were slightly lowered, feeling a little distressed.

Zhao Wujiang looked calm and took a step closer to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan's eyes brightened. He thought that his son's murderer would rely on the lotus tablet to enter the secret realm of Daolian, so he found him. He was a venerable person. Even if he lowered his cultivation level, it would be easy to kill an incarnation of the god.

But he never expected that he couldn't even take a few moves and lost completely.

He felt it more clearly than the rest of the people present. Zhao Wuyang, who was full of demonic aura, was like a real god. He would practice what he said, unstoppable, unstoppable, and even unstoppable!

He made an indistinct roaring sound from his throat and wanted to say something, but the god in his eyes stepped forward.

"Bang!"

Zhao Wujiang stepped on Xiao Yan's head into the soil, and the cloth shoes were covered with yellow, white and red bloodstains.

He pulled back his feet lightly and looked around at everyone with a gentle and evil smile:
Chapter completed!