Wang Yan took Yan Jiuyuan's move [Appearance of All Living Beings], and felt as if he was hit head-on by a thousand giant elephants running wildly. This overwhelming force knocked him out of the air. He was like a broken leaf, his body
Falling driftingly towards the magma sea.
Seeing that the extremely hot magma was about to engulf Wang Yan, he took a deep breath, and the ruthless energy in his body began to circulate, driving his body to a height of several feet, narrowly avoiding the fate of being buried in the sea of fire.
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Wang Yan flew up again, unable to swallow the bad breath in his heart, and the fire in his heart was burning brightly. His eyes were blood red, his left hand was red, and his right hand was a green rainbow sword, and he stabbed towards Yan Jiuyuan.
This [Double Skill of Sword and Palm] is currently his strongest move. The red line flashes, outlining a net of heaven and earth, blocking Yan Jiuyuan's escape route. The Qinghong Sword Qi spreads across the sky and kills.
Today, Wang Yan can already send out thirty-six rays of Qinghong Sword Qi that can break gold and broken jade and kill the Yin God. These thirty-six sword qi can kill at least nineteen people in the realm of expelling objects at the same time.
God of Yin.
Unfortunately, his opponent was Yan Jiuyuan, who had mastered the art of Jiuyuan and Nine Trials.
The appearance of all living beings!
The appearance of all living beings!
The appearance of all living beings!
Faced with the violent sword energy, Yan Jiuyuan did not give in at all. He used the form of sentient beings three times to activate the laughing monk's fist intention. The mountain-like fist intention not only defeated the Qinghong sword energy, but also beat Wang Yan continuously.
Back up.
Every time he punched, Wang Yan had to retreat dozens of feet. After three punches, Wang Yan had already retreated from the air to another mountain peak.
"What a thief!" Wang Yan was also struck with real fire. He suddenly swayed and used the "Tiangang Step" to transform into seven figures, turning into seven figures and killing Yan Jiuyuan at the same time.
Yan Jiuyuan laughed. "The appearance of a hundred soldiers!"
A faint white air emerged from the top of his head. Yan Jiuyuan grabbed it in the air and found a huge air bow in his hand.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Nine qi arrows attacked Wang Yan separately. The accuracy, speed, and attack power of these qi arrows were more than a little stronger than Xia Houyuan's.
Wang Yan narrowly avoided it and was shocked.
The sharp air arrow hit the mountain peak behind Wang Yan, knocking down dozens of hard rocks, and was as powerful as explosives.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Jiuyuan grabbed it casually, and a weapon filled with fierceness appeared in his hand.
Air axes, air guns, air swords, air knives, air darts, air whips, air rings, air sticks, air forks... It seems that he can imitate all kinds of weapons in the world if he wants to.
He waved his hand casually, and a giant qi sword about one foot long and one foot wide condensed from his left arm. With a slash in the air, the flames hundreds of feet above his feet were split in half by the sharp sword qi.
Wang Yan manipulated the sword energy and struck randomly with "ping, ping, pong, pong", finally dispelling the sword energy and avoiding the end of being cut in two.
Wang Yan avoided it, but the mountain peak behind him was damaged. A cliff as big as a house was cut off by the sword energy, and it rolled down from the top of the mountain into the sea of magma, splashing flames all over the sky.
Under this overwhelming offensive, Wang Yan had no choice but to dodge.
"If there is any destiny that can be used, think of a way quickly!" Wang Yan urged the wheel of fortune.
"No, this world is very strange. It seems to be under his control. Now that my strength has not been restored, I can't function properly in the face of such pressure." Wheel of Fortune replied helplessly. "He has become very strong.
, be careful yourself."
Wang Yan was furious and cursed loudly. "I usually boast so much when I'm fine, but now I get scared when something happens! I don't need you to tell me that he's very strong!"
Despite the scolding, he still had to think of a solution. Wang Yan gritted his teeth and pushed the "Tiangang Step" to the limit. His whole body turned into a faint shadow and rushed into the rain of guns and knives.
"Tsk", an air whip hit Wang Yan hard on the back. The pain penetrated to his bones, stars appeared in his eyes, and he almost fainted.
But at the same time, Wang Yan also grabbed the space three feet in front of Yan Jiuyuan. This distance can bring out the strongest power of Qinghong Sword Qi.
"Go to hell!" He held up the Qinghong Sword with both arms, and used the sword technique of "Splitting Huashan with Power" to slash down hard with the sword!
This chop is simple and direct, without any tricks, but at the same time it is much more powerful than any fancy tricks.
"Dang..." A distant sound like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon came from far away.
Wang Yan only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the Qinghong Sword almost came out of his hand. The power, accuracy, and timing of his slash just now were all impeccable. Almost no cultivator in the realm of seizing the body can do it.
Survive this trick.
It's a pity that everything is "almost" bad, and Yan Jiuyuan is a special case.
At some point, a round air shield appeared in his hand. This air shield was as big as a wheel and emitted a faint white light.
The air shield firmly protected Yan Jiuyuan, and Wang Yan's sword energy struck it. The air shield only shook violently, but did not break.
"That's all you have?" Yan Jiuyuan laughed wildly, "I'm so disappointed!"
The air shield in his hand shook, and countless air needles as thin as cow hairs suddenly shot out from the shield. The air needles were as dense as rain, and in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of air needles were piercing Wang Yan.
Wang Yan yelled, and his body was pricked like a hedgehog. His mind was slightly stagnant because of the severe pain.
"You just tried [Ling Yuan]'s [Hundred Soldiers Aspect] and you can't hold it anymore?" Yan Jiuyuan smiled grimly. "Wait a minute, try my [Mo Yuan]'s [Inner Demon Aspect] again!"
After finishing these words, his body suddenly gradually disappeared from the sky. The strong wind swallowed up his last few sounds.
Wang Yan fell weakly on a mountain that was mostly destroyed, trying his best to circulate his true energy and repair the wounds.
The surrounding sky suddenly changed color, no longer the color of black and red flames, but turned pink.
Countless pink peach blossoms fell in the air, and a sweet and greasy smell floated in the air. This smell is a bit like the fragrance of flowers, and a bit like virgin body fragrance. After smelling it, people feel itchy.
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In his ears came countless sounds of men and women making love. The sound of sweating, the sound of men breathing, the sound of women cooing, and the sound of the bed board creaking. These countless sounds gathered together and became a torrent, teasing.
It touches the most secret place in a man's heart.
In front of Wang Yan, nine beauties gradually appeared. These nine beauties were all slender, with white legs like jade, no hair on their bodies, and charming eyes like silk.
Their long black hair was casually spread around their waists, like a waterfall. The beauties looked at Wang Yan shyly, put their fingers to their lips and sucked gently, their eyes like frightened deer, with a little panic, but
It also has a hint of provocation.
"Young Master Wang..." The beauties fell to the ground weakly and stretched out their white onion-like hands towards Wang Yan. "Young Master, come and help me, come on..."
Wang Yan stared blankly, as if possessed. His breathing began to become heavy, and his body seemed to be moving forward step by step without being directed.
"Sir, come on, I want you to be a real man today!" The beauties laughed, their faces turning red with embarrassment.
Wang Yan gradually walked up to the nine beauties. The beauties pursed their lips and smiled, pulling Wang Yan into their arms.
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!
Nine sharp sword energies flashed through. All the beauties were stunned and fell to the ground. Everyone was cut in half.
"I have a beautiful woman in my heart, but in my opinion, you are just a pile of skeletons and dung." Wang Yan spat fiercely on the ground.
"Oh, sir, why are you so rude?" The beauties who were split into eighteen pieces gradually recovered and stood up with smiles. "We have Wang Yan in our hearts, are we all Wang Yan?"
The nine beauties gradually transformed into Wang Yan's appearance. Each one of them was covered in black, and their faces were like smoke and fire. They laughed wildly, and came towards Wang Yan with their teeth and claws bared.
"Get out of here!" Wang Yan was furious, and the sword energy in his hand was everywhere, splitting a space of more than ten feet around him into pieces.
"Thunder, lightning, wind and fire, kill! Yaksha evil spirits, kill! Demon Lords and monsters, kill! Hell ghosts, kill! Demons and monsters, kill, kill, kill!"
Hundreds of sword qi crisscrossed each other. Strangely enough, these demons were not afraid of the sword qi. The Qinghong sword qi split them apart every time. After a while, they returned to their original state with a smile, just like Wang Yan was sealing the air.
It's like a battlefield.
"We are the demons in your heart, you can't kill us." The leader of the demons said with a smile.
"Inner demons?" Wang Yan held the Green Rainbow Sword and laughed. "What inner demons do I have? I have an open heart and high aspirations. I have inner demons, but they were destroyed by my sword!"
The inner demons giggled and flew around Wang Yan. "Sex, sex, sex, no sex. The world of mortals, confounding ghosts and gods! Oh, Wang Yan..."
These sounds were like life-threatening demonic sounds, trying their best to penetrate Wang Yan's ears. He guarded his mind and tried his best not to listen, but the sounds continued in an endless stream, as if they were emanating directly from his heart.
Wang Yan bit his fingertip and applied ghost blood on the Qinghong Sword. The Qinghong Sword suddenly glowed, as bright as a torch.
"I'll let you make noise again! I'll chop you to death!" He struck at the head of the inner demon at the head. The inner demon chuckled, stretched out his palms, and clamped the Qinghong Sword.
Wang Yan was about to exert all his strength and continue to chop downwards when a timid voice came from his ears.