As soon as the dragon-capturing hand came out, the wind and clouds changed color, almost covering up the sun's brilliance.
"Boom..."
The deafening roar sounded across the sky, and the two Korqin warriors of the fourth level had no power of resistance at all. The weapons were shattered inch under the dragon-capturing hand. With one big hand, both of them spewed out a blood arrow, and their bones cracked. There was a crisp sound and he collapsed to the ground.
The Dragon Capture Hand is a martial arts inherited from the Gengjin bloodline. It is powerful and incredible. Under the tempering of the fire of ignorance, Su Yan's control over the Dragon Capture Hand became more exquisite, and he had a hint of the majesty of an ancient powerful capturing the dragon dragon alive. .
Su Yan took action in an instant, but in just a moment, the wind and clouds changed color, and the two warriors in the fourth level had almost no resistance, which made everyone dumbfounded and could not believe the facts in front of them.
The strength shown by Su Yan can no longer be described as a genius, but a monster. Many people in Ukraine can feel that Su Yan's true cultivation is only at the fourth level of the Qing Realm, but his real strength is really terrifying. .
Because of such a big disturbance, there were already many people around, most of whom were warriors and cultivators who came to Dingzhou to eliminate demons.
"Who is this? He can beat these arrogant Ukka disciples like dogs,"
"I heard of what general it is,"
"It should be Su Yan, the general who came to quell the rebellion in the imperial court. He is a genius disciple of the General Palace. He is not only a student of the Bingji Pavilion, but also has amazing martial arts talents. He is one of the young generation of Jian'an."
"It's a monster. His strength is not the fourth level of heaven at all. I think it's almost the sixth level of heaven. The two Ukrainian warriors of the fourth level of heaven can't even get away with one move in his hands. It's so terrible."
The discussions next to him were full of discussion, and he looked at Su Yan with envy or shock.
Su Yan put his hand behind his back and walked slowly forward. His steps were very light, but it weighed more than a thousand pounds in the ears of the Ukcha disciples opposite. From the beginning to now, it was only a cup of tea. The strongest people had all fallen to the ground, and were defeated like a person who had been destroyed and had no power to fight back at all. This made the remaining people feel a chill and their bodies involuntarily retreat.
"You're strong,"
Nusang, who had been watching coldly, suddenly spoke. His voice seemed to have a magical power. The Ukrainian disciple, who had already scared him, stood up straight again, as if he had confidence again.
"There are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. It's just that you are arrogant,"
Su Yan chuckled, stopped, and looked at the people in front of him. What they did today had crossed Su Yan's bottom line. If it weren't for a hard lesson, the majesty of the army would have completely disappeared. It is to insult the dynasty.
"Yelang is arrogant, you are too confident. Warriors are warriors after all. Even if you are too powerful, you cannot be my opponent. I will let you know the power of great sacrifices."
Nusang looked cold, but had a natural aura. As the highest power in this world, cultivators are indeed qualified to stand out for the heroes, not to mention the holy land of the Korqin Dynasty.
Nusang's body suddenly rose up in the air, and black light suddenly rose into the air, lingering beside him, making it look extremely majestic.
"The practitioner is a practitioner,"
"It's bad, General Su is in danger. The warrior cannot be the opponent of the cultivator."
The bystanders had just arrived and didn't know Nusang's background, which immediately caused a great commotion.
"Crazy..."
As soon as Nusang moved his hand, a long sword of true essence suddenly took shape. The dark blade body seemed particularly eye-catching, as if it was a dark force to choose someone to eat.
The long sword slashed away, and a black air flow jumped on the blade, with a sharp breath as if it could cut off a mountain.
"This is what you call a powerful force,"
Looking at the long sword that was slashing horizontally, Su Yan smiled casually, then bounced his fingers, and the long sword shattered with a "pop" sound, as if it had never appeared before.
"you..."
Nusang was shocked. He was also a cultivator in the late stage of the Golden Pill. He could be said to be at the fifth level of the Qing Realm. Although the attack just now did not use much power, it was not something that ordinary fourth-level warriors could withstand.
Su Yan blinked his fingers and broke the attack of a late-stage Jindan cultivator, which made Nusang unable to understand.
"You are provoking the majesty of the great sacrifice,"
Nusang's expression changed for the first time, and he felt a little angry and embarrassed. His eyes moved, and invisible thought power swarmed out. A faint phantom of beast suddenly took shape, and then a clear roar ran directly towards Su Yan.
This is the transformation of mind power, and it is relatively high. It is not like the warriors condensed by ordinary practitioners, but rather a phantom of beasts. It has become more powerful. Ordinary warriors cannot resist it at all, and their souls are greatly affected. Trauma.
But Su Yan is not an ordinary person. His eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were like two golden lightning bolts, which directly cut through the sky. With an extremely sharp aura, he directly threw away the phantom from it, and his momentum continued to happen. Shooting towards Su Yan.
Nusang was shocked and had no time to react to why his mind was ineffective. Two lightning-like gazes had already come to him.
Nusang waved his hand and rays of misty blood rush out, and then he barely blocked his eyes.
"I've already made two moves. I'll decide to let you have another move, and I'll take action directly after that."
Su Yan stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm, as if he didn't take Nusang in front of him seriously.
"you..."
Nusang was so angry that he was trembling all over. Who was he? He was a sacrificial priest at the Korqin pyramids. He was admired by thousands of people wherever he went. Today, he was so despised by Su Yan, and he couldn't bear it at all.
"Crazy..."
Nusang's eyes were sharp, his arms spread out, and then his powerful true energy surged out like waves, and his momentum continued to rise. The originally clear weather became dim because of this.
The practice of sacrificial sacrifices in the Korqin Dynasty is mostly related to its own holy beasts, that is, barbarian beasts from ancient times, so most of them carry strong blood and blood energy when taking action. However, unlike the demon clan, the power of the demon clan is cruel. These sacrifices were obtained by killing, and these sacrifices were used to attract the power of ancient wild beasts to form such an aura, which was also related to their frequent sacrifices with the blood of beasts.
Nusang's momentum became increasingly prosperous, and there was a dark red color between the world. The oppressive pressure swept across all directions. Some ordinary soldiers could no longer bear it and retreated one after another.
"Die,"
Nusang said lightly, waved his hand, and the majestic true energy suddenly formed a phantom in front of him. The phantom was three feet high, as if an ancient barbarian god stood between heaven and earth, with supreme majesty.
The figure of the barbarian god became more and more solid. As the blood light blew, it condensed into a long bow in his hand. The arc of the long bow was naturally formed, brewing a huge force.
"Cheer..."
The barbarian god pulled his arm suddenly, and the blood-colored long bow suddenly looked like a full moon. A stream of air flow continued to gather from the void like a bow and arrow, making the light of the bow and arrow become more and more prosperous, almost blinding people's eyes.
"break,"
A vague shout rang out from the barbarian god's mouth, his fingers suddenly loosened, and the arrow suddenly left the string.
“Buzz…”
A violent shock sounded, and two-meter-long arrows pulled out a series of brilliant airflows in the void. The sharp breath almost cut through the world, making the people next to them feel a chill.
One by one, a series of cracks spread out from the arrows, and they became shattered. The light on the arrows became more and more solid, directly tearing the void. In a blink of an eye, they came to Su Yan's body, as if they were a life-taking hell. Arrow.
Su Yan could naturally feel the bone-killing intent coming from the arrow, his eyes instantly became solemn, his body retreated like a stream of light, and at the same time, a thought moved, a silver light suddenly appeared, and the flying sword broke out of the air.
"open,"
Su Yan said lightly, and all his powerful true energy entered the flying sword. With the blessing of power, a dazzling silver light suddenly burst out from the flying sword, like a silver moon rising.
"How is that possible?"
Seeing Su Yan's flying sword shooting out, Nusang's eyes suddenly widened and almost cracked. A thick shock flashed through his eyes: "How could he be a monk?"
Not only him, Su Yan's reaction also caused almost everyone next to him to exclaim.
"Flying sword, he is actually a cultivator,"
"How is it possible? His martial arts talent is so amazing that he is actually a cultivator."
"From the sword light, his Dao Realm cultivation will definitely not be low. It's too terrible. Both Taoist and martial arts are so exquisite,"
Su Yan's actions shocked the audience, because the number of cultivators was too rare, which caused a lot of fluctuations in the birth of every cultivator, not to mention that Su Yan is still such a powerful warrior.
"Crazy..."
But Su Yan didn't have the heart to pay attention to these things now. When his mind moved, the flying sword suddenly stagnated in the air, and then it violently rotated at high speed on the spot.
It was like a silver wheel of light, the flying sword was rotating at high speed, and the sword light was swept, and dazzling silver lights rose up on the flying sword.
The sword energy was cold, and dark cracks began to appear in the void where the light wheel was located, and even distorted the light.
"Thuh..."
The sound of tearing and grinding the eardrums sounded, and the arrows and the light wheels collided fiercely, and then they began to rub violently. Large areas of Mars continued to fall, with an amazing momentum.
"Bang..."
A crisp sound came out, and the dazzling light suddenly shattered. As the arrow dissipated, Su Yan's flying sword also bounced out and returned to Su Yan's hand again.
"You are actually a monk,"
Nusang was almost gritting his teeth now and staring at Su Yan fiercely.
"You discovered it,"
Su Yan smiled casually, and then his mind moved, and the flying sword disappeared.
"Hmph, I will make you laugh, Blood Spirit Banner,"
Nusang looked ferocious, and his palm suddenly threw it, and a black light and shadow suddenly rose into the sky, soaring in the wind. It was the magic weapon that had just appeared, the Blood Spirit Banner.