One Against a Hundred
As the setting sun set, the horizon looked like it was smeared with vermillion blood. As Yin and Yang alternated, endless murderous vibes bloomed.
Dozens of cultivators flew in the sky, sweeping away the clouds and the atmosphere, pressing down with the momentum of swallowing the moon and the sun. (, "")
However, a few cultivators at the forefront suddenly saw a white light flashing on the surface of the sea, blinding their eyes. In a trance, there seemed to be a white blade's essence flying past them. Before they knew it, their heads slid off their necks and fell into the clouds.
From afar, the people saw a white light flashing in front of them and several people were beheaded. They couldn't help but be shocked and hurriedly stopped to look up. Under the sky, they saw Zhang Yan standing with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the wind. Behind him, the sixteen sword pellets were emitting clear cold air, like stars shining in the night sky. The cold light was like frost, it was bitingly cold.
One of the female cultivators couldn't help but be frightened and said timidly, "This person's flying sword is very powerful, I'm afraid we're not his match."
Hesitation appeared on many people's faces when these words were spoken.
Seeing that everyone seemed to have the intention to retreat, Ceng Han's eyelids twitched and he shouted, "Fellow Daoists, he's only one person, how can he fight against hundreds and thousands of us! Don't panic, as long as we surround him, when the time comes, we will use all our swords, can he still escape? "
After Ceng Han said this, he gave a look to the people behind him, stood up and rushed towards Zhang Yan with a murderous aura. Behind him were dozens of people, followed by a group of disciples of Wudang Spiritual Hall, who also followed silently.
Under his encouragement, some of the rogue cultivators who wanted to take advantage of the situation also gathered their courage and rushed over again.
Zhang Yan's eyes were cold, his chest was already boiling with murderous intent.
He looked up at the sky and saw the stars moving in the sky, the wind and clouds gathering. Unconsciously, his spiritual vigor surged. Suddenly, he raised his spirit and shouted, riding on the sword, turning into a stream of light and flying into the sky. The rest of the sword rays followed him, not dodging at all, but killing straight into the crowd!
A blue-robed cultivator suddenly saw the sword ray appear in front of him and wanted to defend, but just as he raised his magic treasure, he felt his vision blur, where the light passed, he was already beheaded.
Before the few people beside him could react, this streak of sword light had already swept past them, and they were all cut into two.
Slightly further away cultivators saw this scene, all of them were horrified, they all released their magic treasures to protect themselves, but who knew that the sword ray suddenly turned and flashed, then went to another place.
Seeing Zhang Yan killing people like chickens, everyone was terrified, they didn't dare to gather in one place. They quickly scattered, preparing to fight with their magic treasures.
One Wudang Spiritual Hall female cultivator used her spell, her eyes fixed on the sword ray, and held a flower in flower in her hand, of flower flower basket.
Among them, Zeng Han and Shen Ming Gu had the highest cultivation, they chased closely behind Zhang Yan, and unknowingly, they had already raised Zhang Yan to be the greatest enemy of their lives.
Among them, Zeng Han and Shen Ming Gu had the highest cultivation, they chased closely behind Zhang Yan, and unknowingly, they had already raised Zhang Yan to be the greatest enemy of their lives.
Cultivators like them knew that they couldn't leave a future trouble for themselves, but today was the best time to get rid of this person, so no matter what, they couldn't stop.
But Zhang Yan used the sword ray to come and go, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, he didn't tangle with them at all, and only targeted the cultivators with weaker cultivation.
He sneered in his heart, and thought, I'll let you guys be free and unfettered for now, when I kill all of you, it will be time for you two to be beheaded!
At this moment, he suddenly saw a familiar face, it was the disciple of Nan Hua Sect, Qiu Ju, whom he had seen before entering the outer sea. A cold intent appeared in his eyes, in today's battle, it didn't matter which sect they were from, as long as they dared to surround him, he would kill them all!
Qiu Ju was originally following behind Zeng Han, but his flower falcon was taken away, and he couldn't use even seventy percent of what he had, in addition to the fact that his flying light was not very brilliant, he gradually fell behind when chasing after Zhang Yan.
At this moment, when he saw Zhang Yan turn the sword ray around and attack him, he couldn't help but be so scared that his spirit left his body, and he lost all his will to fight. He turned around and wanted to escape, but how could he be faster than the sword ray? Before he could escape, a rainbow light flashed by, and with a scream, he was actually cut in half at the waist.
After killing Qiu Ju, Zhang Yan didn't stop, and with a flash of sword ray, he had already gone several hundred feet away.
His body and sword became one, and this graceful sword light flew back and forth, appearing and disappearing at the same time. Everywhere it passed, fresh blood splattered, and severed limbs and bones rained down.
Although there were more than a hundred cultivators here, they couldn't make him stop for even a moment, and panic couldn't help but spread among them.
Although Zeng Han led his fellow sect members in an attempt to stop him, how could they keep up with the unpredictable sword ray? It looked like a hundred people were surrounding one person, but in reality, Zhang Yan defeated them one by one, and taking their heads off was as easy as flipping his palm.
Seeing that he still couldn't catch up to Zhang Yan, he couldn't help but feel anxious, and he turned around and shouted, "Junior Martial Brother, why aren't you using your treasure?"
Chu Jiu was reminded, and instantly came to a realization. Looking at the sword ray, he muttered something, and suddenly took out the Phoenix Binding Vine in his hand.
A Jade Vine rose in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a rope that was thousands of feet long, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into hundreds of ropes of different sizes, and covered the void.
But before he could activate the treasure to descend, he suddenly felt a coldness pressing on him, and the cold penetrated his bones and muscles. He was shocked, and when he wanted to dodge, a sword had already come from the void. He felt a chill on his neck, and the head of the six suns had already disappeared without a trace.
Zeng Han was very close, but seeing this, his eyes were about to pop out, and he shouted, "Zhang Yan, how dare you kill my Junior Martial Brother!"
He controlled the flying needles to go forward, but after chasing for more than a hundred feet, the sword ray had already disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness and humiliation in his heart.
Zhang Yan's sword flew, and he moved back and forth, killing until blood rained down, as if he was in an unstoppable state. At this moment, Zeng Han and Shen Minggu also realized how terrifying a sword cultivator was.
Even if you have thousands of people, I will fly away with a sword!
At this time, Zhang Yan had already lost count of how many people he had killed, and the more he fought, the more he felt satisfied. Qi flowed through his chest, and he could not help but let out a long, clear cry that resounded through the heaven and earth, and he chanted, "A lone star falls on the wilderness, shooting Qi into the sky, a sword that has been tempered a hundred times, stirring up the cold of the heavens!
A strange scene appeared on the sea. Tao Zhenren alone was suppressing four Yuanying Enlightened Masters, and at this moment, the four of them could only bitterly hold on; while Zhang Yan alone was fighting a hundred people, and not only was he not at a disadvantage, but he was also killing people to the point where they lost all their spirit and courage, and lost all their courage.
At the same time, a hundred miles away, a man with a golden crown on his head, wearing a dragon robe, had punched a little girl to death, but the strange thing was, there was not a single drop of blood or flesh splashing out from the corpse.
He retracted his fist, and with a burning gaze, he looked at the panting woman in colorful clothes in front of him, and said, "A few insignificant disciples of the Corpse Cult dare to fight in front of me. Song Niangzi, it is better for you to surrender now, lest I use force on you."
The woman in colorful clothes was in despair. She had just come out of the Corpse Cult from the Corpse Cult, and she originally wanted to seize an Immortal Abode, but who knew that this Demon King Jiu Kui would take a liking to her Yin Vein body. Would her decades of cultivation go down the drain?
She gritted her teeth, took out a knife, and placed it on her neck, and said, "Even if I die, I will not let you have your way."
Demon King Jiu Kui laughed loudly, and said insolently, "Song Niangzi, in front of me, how can you die?"
Song Niangzi's face was pale. Not to mention that she did not want to die, even if she really wanted to, as a Demon King, he would have a way to stop her. She sighed in her heart, and was about to give up.
However, at this moment, Demon King Jiu Kui's expression changed, and anger and hatred appeared on his face. With a roar, a gust of wind swept up, and he turned into a rolling black cloud, and flew away.
Song Niangzi could not help but be surprised, and her expression changed a few times. Now that her flying carriage and her disciples were destroyed, how could she walk out of this vast ocean alone?
She gritted her teeth, and thought, "Instead of waiting for death here, why not go to the place where the Immortal Abode appeared? Maybe there is a chance of survival there."
After making up her mind, she also headed towards the north to search for traces.
Not long after, she arrived at the place where many cultivators were fighting. Hearing the deafening sounds of fighting on the sea, and the dancing lights of different colors, her beautiful face changed slightly.
Her beautiful eyes looked around, and she immediately found Demon King Jiu Kui. She saw that he had turned into a ball of black gas, and his fierce eyes flickered as if he was staring at a dragon-like sword ray in the sky.
Song Niangzi looked over as well, and what she saw caused her to be dumbstruck. She saw a ray of sword light moving unrestrainedly in the sky while stirring up a rain of blood, and it actually didn't fall into a disadvantageous position while being besieged by over a hundred people. Everywhere it passed, everyone would move aside and didn't dare bear the brunt of its might. In just a short moment, no less than a hundred people had died beneath this person's sword, and she couldn't help but exclaim with shock. "Who's this? He's actually so formidable?"
However, thinking about it, Demon King Jiu Kui was hiding in the black gas, and it was obvious that he had his eyes on this person. She sighed in her heart, "No matter how strong he is, he is just a Mystic Light Realm cultivator, how can he win against a Core Transformation Demon King?"
At this moment, Demon King Jiu Kui suddenly dashed out and shouted, "Little thief, you dare to destroy my clone, hand over your life!"
He stretched out his hand, and it turned into a giant claw that was ten feet wide, and it went straight for Zhang Yan's body. Haze appeared in the sky, and the clouds covered the moon. This giant claw trapped him inside.
In an instant, Zhang Yan only felt the ray of light stiffen, and an endless force grabbed him, causing him to be unable to move.
Seeing this giant claw coming at him, his eyes flashed, and he shouted. He circulated a golden core that he had already swallowed in his stomach.
In an instant, he felt like a door had opened in his body, and endless energy poured into his limbs like a tsunami. His cultivation level rose steadily, and he directly entered the Core Transformation Realm!
At this moment, there seemed to be countless things in his mind. Pictures and figures flashed in front of him, but he calmed his mind and was not moved at all. He only shook his body and broke free.
He took a step forward in the air and transformed into a wisp of golden mist that narrowly avoided the large hand that was attacking him.
Demon King Jiu Kui did not expect such a change at all. This claw that he was so sure of actually missed? His breath stagnated.
How could Zhang Yan let go of such a great opportunity? He reached into his sleeve and took out the sword talisman that he had carefully made. He circulated the power of his core and slapped it at Demon King Jiu Kui!
With a crack, it was like a bolt of lightning that came out of nowhere!
A shrill scream resounded across the sea, and instantly, a rain of blood sprayed out like a fountain. The smell of blood filled the air, and within the blood mist, a black gas escaped in panic like a stray dog.
Song Niangzi was so shocked that he was tongue-tied. He originally thought that Zhang Yan was dead for sure, but who knew that a sword ray that was as bright as the sun would flash across the sky, and Demon King Jiu Kui escaped with injuries.
Who was this? He was clearly a Mystic Light Realm cultivator, but he could actually injure Demon King Jiu Kui with one sword strike?
Even Shen Minggu and Zeng Han felt that something was wrong when they saw this scene, and the thought of retreating sprouted in their hearts.
Just as Shen Ming Gu had this thought, he suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine. Looking up, he saw that not far in front of him, Zhang Yan had stepped out of the smoke that had yet to dissipate.
In his shock, he quickly retreated. At the same time, he raised his hand and the 24 Li Origin Yin Yang Flying Daggers slashed down.
Mockery appeared in Zhang Yan's eyes. He casually slapped and actually smacked away all the Flying Daggers in front of him.
When Shen Ming Gu saw this, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. How could he still be in the mood to fight? He used all his strength to flee, but who would have thought that a wisp of smoke would catch up to him in the blink of an eye.
With a sneer on his face, Zhang Yan stepped forward and grabbed Shen Ming Gu's neck, lifting him up like a little chick. He exerted some strength in his hand, and with a "kacha" sound, Shen Ming Gu's neck was broken. With a casual wave of his hand, a murderous aura rolled out, incinerating Shen Ming Gu's body and Origin Spirit.
With a wave of his hand, Zhang Xuan stowed the other party's pouch away before turning around to chase after Ceng Han.
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