The little beast screamed in anger, his big eyes turned sharply, as if he had thought of something, and then quickly adjusted his body. In this way, its body turned to the monk's head.
"Jiuchi." He shouted at Fang Yan a few proudly, and then there was inhumane destruction. His little feet kicked the monk, making his mouth and nose bleeding.
"If the master saw the little guy stealing the Dragon War Technique like this, he would be angry to death." Fang Yan chuckled and shook his head. After being disturbed by the little beast, the pain in his body seemed to have been relieved a lot.
My still dull mood also improved instantly.
"Jiuchi." After the little beast abused the monk, he quickly came to Fang Yan. He looked at the hole in Fang Yan's chest with big eyes and his left shoulder with broken left arm and screamed in anger.
"Don't worry, little guy, I'm fine, you should know that this is nothing to me." Fang Yan stretched out his only remaining right hand, rubbed the little beast's head and said, then looked at him lying weakly in the distance.
On the ground, the leader of Wanjian Sect, who was still coughing up blood in his mouth, said to the little beast: "Let's go, the matter here should be resolved, let Wanjian Sect remove it from the Eastern Region from now on! There are several more companies next!
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The little beast with anger slowly flew to the front of the Wanjian Sect Master who was half dead surrounded by a group of Wanjian disciples. When they saw the mysterious man and the strange inexplicable little beasts coming, they were already full of horror and were frightened.
The unlucky monks suddenly became panicked and protected the Wanjian Sect Master and kept retreating.
In the hearts of the disciples of the Wanjian Sect, the man and the beast in front of them had already been equated with the demons. Several elders in the realm of martial arts were killed one by one by one by one, and even the sect leader was beaten and seriously injured.
They all saw it. At this time, they couldn't feel any rebellious, so they could only retreat in panic and try to stay away from them as much as possible...
"Cough cough..." The Master Wanjian Clan coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, waved his hand, and signaled the disciples who were protecting him to stop. He still maintained the majesty of the master of the sect.
Looking at the man and beast slowly coming forward, I couldn't help but recall the battle just now. A sudden flash of inspiration in my mind seemed to remember something. My weak and narrowed eyes suddenly opened and said in surprise:
"You... are Fang Yan?"
In fact, with such a conspicuous combination as Fang Yan and Xiaozun, and their unique fighting style, no matter how he conceals it, it will be easily recognized by those who are interested. However, he suddenly appears intact now, and everyone has a moment of
It is hard to associate him with the rumored "Custom War God" who has been vanishing for more than two months without knowing his life and death.
So although I had never seen Fang Yan, I hated him to the core. The familiar master of Wanjian Sect only recognized him until now.
"Wow..." Hearing the words of the sect leader, the disciples of the Wanjian Sect trembled violently, and looked at the mysterious man wearing a hat and black veil in front of him in disbelief. Is he Fang Yan? Thinking of this possibility, they were even more panicked.
I was at a loss, and the fear couldn't help but surged out of my heart, and I couldn't help but retreat...
They have heard too many rumors about Fang Yan, defeating the Piaoyun Sect Master head-on, and shaking the Holy Treasure with his body... These were things that they thought were absolutely impossible in their eyes, but they all came from this person one after another.
Now they are fighting the sect leader to death in front of them. How can they not be afraid?
Seeing their panic, Fang Yan smiled unanimously, but unexpectedly he was recognized. Since this was the case, there was no need to cover it up anymore. He slowly took off his hat and showed a very strong face, looking at his expression.
The changed Sect Master Wanjian said, "What? I'm very surprised? From the day you want to kill me, you should know that I will definitely come to find you."
"It's really you! How is it possible? But your hand..." Even though I guessed, the Wanjian Sect still screamed when I got the other party's recognition.
Fang Yan sneered and shook his head. Everyone's first reaction when they saw them was to wonder what their brothers and feet were. It seemed that their tragic situation was really deeply rooted in their hearts.
"Don't say too much nonsense. I'll send you on the way now. Next... there are a few more families waiting for me!" This determined the life and death of the Master Wanjian Sect, and it was said in Fang Yan's mouth, as if he was saying something.
It's a plain thing.
"Fang Yan, why did you kill all the people like this? You have already killed the five elders of my Wanjian Sect. Can't you relieve you? You have to destroy my Wanjian Sect? As long as you leave now, we will write down what happened today.
What if we don't owe each other in the future?" Before the Wanjian Sect Master spoke, the seriously injured chemical martial arts monk flew forward in the distance and said weakly and anxiously. He was just the last elder in the Wanjian Sect.
In desperation, he forgot his identity and what he said seemed to be a little self-righteous.
Fang Yan sneered, smiled contemptuously, and said coldly: "Just forget it just by saying you? During the time when I was recuperating, didn't you keep shouting to kill me and get there? Why? Change your words now
It seems to be a little late. Today I will surely destroy your Wanjian Sect!"
"Haha... It's true that my sect leader, who is the leader of my sect, would be defeated by a child in the chemical martial arts realm, so cowardly. I admit it, but I just asked you to let go of ten thousand yuan.
Sword Sect, I decided to kill you alone, and it has nothing to do with them!" The Master of Wanjian suddenly burst into laughter and said with a look of decisive expression.
Upon hearing this, Fang Yan looked at the Master of Wanjian in a little surprised. Unexpectedly, he was still a little bloody. At this critical moment of life and death, he was still thinking about the survival of Wanjian Sect, and couldn't help but look up to him.
Thinking of this in my heart, but what Fang Yan didn't notice was that a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the Master Wanjian Sect, and the fingers pressing behind him were pinching a complicated hand gesture...
"Haha, it's useless to say that these are all used. I won't leave any trouble for myself. You have to die, and they have to die too!" Fang Yan smiled faintly, his eyes glanced at everyone's body.
Say.
Fang Yan will never let these people live if they know their identity, because they will destroy several other families and sects next. If the matter of destroying Wanjian Sect is spread, I won’t talk about it now.
I have been looking for the successors of my "Sanctuary" to interfere. In addition, the other families I want to destroy will definitely have some associations and be extremely alert. At that time, the difficulty of destroying them will undoubtedly increase exponentially.
"Then...you go and die!" The Wanjian Sect Master, who seemed weak the previous second, suddenly became ferocious and roared wildly. Because of his excitement, he couldn't stop coughing a few times, and blood came out.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Wanjian Sect suddenly shook secretly, shaking violently as if the sky was about to collapse. The dozens of huge stone swords that were intertwined around the Wanjian Sect suddenly emitted a brilliant light.
The strong white light shone the entire world with a dazzling glare.
"This..." Fang Yan was frightened and looked up at the stone swords around him, not knowing what had happened.
"Haha...boy, you are still too young. Just die under the Wanjian Formation of Wanjian Sect, haha!" The Wanjian Sect Master laughed unrestrainedly and wiped the blood on his face:
"All disciples of Wanjian Sect obey orders and activate the sect's waist card!"
"Ten Thousand Sword Formation?" Some disciples exclaimed, and then they were in a hurry and did not dare to delay any delay. All the disciples immediately grabbed a silver palm-sized waist card from their waists and entered the spiritual energy desperately.
Of course they knew what the Wanjian Formation is. It was the guardian killing formation that has existed since the Wanjian Sect started. It was only activated by the sect leader when the Wanjian Sect encounters an irresistible disaster. Although they have been from
I have never seen this formation open, but I learned from books within the sect that when this formation opens, thousands of swords are lit up like rain, making the world lose its color and it is impossible to hide, and it is extremely powerful.
"Bang bang bang..." The sound kept coming from the disciples of the Wanjian Sect. Under Fang Yan's shocked eyes, they were shrouded in white light, forming transparent light shields one by one.
"Clang clang clang..." The whole world suddenly shook even more violently, making the monks stand unsteadily. A series of harsh swords sounded, and countless identical white swords were all around the Wanjian Sect.
The huge stone sword penetrated through it, emitting dazzling light. Countless brilliance merged together to form a dazzling sky curtain, covering the scorching sun in the sky.
"Haha... go to die!" The master of Wanjian Sect's fierce smile filled his blood-red face, and he was so excited that he coughed up a lot of blood, but he seemed to have not felt the piercing pain.
Looking at the dense clouds, densely packed with tens of thousands of silver swords, Fang Yan was shocked and angry, looking at the power that seemed to be shattering the world, he believed that if the ten thousand swords shot, he would have nowhere to hide.
If you hide, you will instantly tangle and crush it.
A deep anger and self-blame arose from his heart. He knew that his procrastination had caused unimaginable consequences. This must have been the cause of the Wanjian Sect Master. If he had killed him directly in one go, he would not have been able to do it.
If you give him any chance to cast spells, then this situation will not happen like this, pushing himself and the little beast to the brink of life and death again.
Ten thousand swords gathered together, and within a few breaths, it poured down the sky, covering the sky and the sun. The light of the sky pierced the eyes of the sky, which was about to break. This was a shocking scene, the space was breaking, layer by layer
The trembling pressure made the monks on the ground lie down, and the strong wind gathered and howled, swept across the ground and cracked...
"Ball!" Fang Yan was under powerful pressure and stepped on the place where he stood, but he still straightened his body. Looking at the sword rain that was getting closer and closer, the first thing he thought of was
The snow-white stone shell of the little beast.
Whether or not it can be defeated this time depends entirely on the little beast. Fang Yan had no way to escape when facing the ten thousand swords that were as dense as rainstorms.
"Chirp." The little beast glared at the sky. It seemed as if it had not heard of the terrifying pressure. It still stomped its feet in anger as usual, pointing its claws at the sky and cursing.
It dared to be so arrogant at such a critical moment, which really shocked the disciples of Wanjian Sect.
However, since the birth of the little beast, it seems that except for Fang Yan's death, it has never known what crisis is!