Peach Fortune Ring

Soon, Wu Yuntong and Wei Le came outside the encirclement, and Wei Le couldn't help asking: "Mr. Wu, what level of warrior are these 12 people?"

Although Wu Yuntong is Song Yan's servant, Wei Le has always maintained due respect after knowing that the other party has the cultivation base of the middle stage of Yuan Dan.

"I can't see through it!" Wu Yuntong shook his head worriedly: "It should be a talisman warrior!"

"What? Talisman Gathering Warrior?"

Wei Le couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and his face was a little more desperate. Unless Chu Fan is a Yangshen warrior, he has no chance of surviving.

Even though she couldn't see through Song Yan's cultivation, she guessed that it was nothing more than a gathering talisman!

"Go!"

One of the Twelve Iron Guards let out a soft shout, and swung the epee in his hand first, which turned into a blood-red knife light, broke through the air, and slashed at Song Yan.

This man is the leader of the Twelve Iron Guards, named Zhu Zhaolong, whose cultivation has reached the peak in the late stage of Jufu, and has the possibility of becoming a Yangshen warrior.

Following Zhu Zhaolong's move, the other eleven iron guards waved their heavy swords one after another, followed by cutting towards Song Yan in different directions with mysterious steps.

Even if the ordinary twelve concentrating talismans work together to strike together, it is impossible to underestimate it, not to mention the twelve concentrating talismans that cooperate tacitly, and each of them uses a magic weapon.

Therefore, even if their energy is contained but not released, the warriors fighting outside the mansion feel fear.

On the other hand, Song Yan, who was in the center of the attack, looked calm and calm. He didn't draw his sword until the attack of the 12 people was approaching.

"Dangdangdang!"

While the sun talisman in his dantian was shining, a warm but irritable force instantly flowed through his whole body, and for a while, a fiery red mask appeared on his body.

Accompanied by a series of rapid crashes, the green dragon sword in his hand actually blocked the twelve heavy swords.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhenyue was even more surprised. He never dreamed that this evil species would have such an achievement, probably because his cultivation has reached the peak of the late stage of Jufu.

"It's a pity! If it wasn't for his identity... he could be included in the Zhu family!" The Yangshen elder beside Zhu Zhenyue said with some regret. As a high-ranking member of the Zhu family, he naturally knew what kind of existence Song Yan was.

Therefore, no matter how talented Chu Fan is, he cannot be kept. Otherwise, if King Jin knows the truth, the Zhu family may not be able to bear King Jin's anger.

"Dangdangdang!"

There was another series of collisions, and after a while, the Twelve Iron Guards and Song Yan were evenly matched.

Wei Le, who was watching the battle, couldn't help clenching his fists, secretly cheering for Song Yan, because her fate was already tied to Song Yan, and his life and death were related to her future.

"Arrangement!"

Zhu Zhaolong yelled angrily, it was too embarrassing for the 12 of them to join forces and couldn't take down each other, so he didn't dare to procrastinate any longer, and decisively used the combined attack formation.

"Boom boom boom!"

For a moment, the breath of the twelve iron guards surged, and they used a special secret method to connect their hearts together.

Immediately, the Twelve Iron Guards cooperated with each other more skillfully.

At the same time, after their spiritual breaths were united, their respective strengths had been greatly improved.

"Hey, what's waiting is your formation!"

Song Yan sneered, activated the Kamikaze Art, and turned into a phantom to swim quickly in the formation, causing the opponent's attacks to fail many times.

"Humph!"

Zhu Zhaolong snorted coldly, and softly shouted: "Earth Dragon Transformation!"

Immediately, the Twelve Iron Guards started to walk faster, and the steps under their feet became more and more mysterious. As they walked, the air in the formation became extremely thick, and at the same time, there was an invisible pressure, pressing hard To Song Yan.

"It's over!!"

Regarding this, Song Yan did not panic in the slightest, instead he showed a hint of sneer, and then, the green dragon sword in his hand turned into a blue lightning, stabbing out.

"Puff puff puff!"

The sword qi pierced into the void in several directions instantly, and as the several sword qi pierced out, the Twelve Iron Guards suddenly felt unstable for a while, and the power in their bodies was instantly sucked away.

At this moment, Song Yan felt his whole body lighten up, and he slashed out twelve sword qi one after another.

"Puff puff puff!"

The twelve sword qi accurately entered the eyebrows of the twelve iron guards, and the next moment, under the disbelieving eyes of Wu Yuntong and Wei Le, the twelve iron guards fell to the ground with a bang.

"Using formations to deal with me in front of me? Zhu Zhenyue, it seems that your intelligence collection is not very good?" Song Yan stood holding a sword, staring at Zhu Zhenyue playfully, and slowly spit out a sentence.

It's good that the twelve iron guards don't use the formation. To deal with them, he still has to reveal part of his real strength, but now, it is not easy to kill them by directly using the backlash of the formation to drain the power in their bodies!

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Hearing Song Yan's ridicule, Zhu Zhenyue's face turned ashen, and then he glanced at the old man beside him. ()

The Zhu family is a big family in Hongtian City, and has three Yangshen masters.

In order to completely kill Song Yan, Zhu Zhenyue not only came in person, but also brought a Yangshen warrior over.

"Hey!"

The Yangshen old man of the Zhu family sighed softly, then stepped forward, looked at Song Yan, and said with regret: "Your aptitude and potential are astonishing, but your biggest mistake is that you cast the wrong baby!"

There was a metaphor in the words of the old man Yangshen, but Song Yan understood it. For some reason, a huge anger gushed out from the bottom of his heart, and he said coldly: "I did cast the wrong baby. For the sake of glory and wealth, even my own I don't even recognize my own flesh and blood, and you Zhu family, in order to curry favor with King Jin...!"

Hearing Song Yan's words, Zhu Zhenyue's face changed drastically, and he shouted: "The third elder, don't give him a chance to speak, kill him quickly!"

"Die!"

The face of the old man Yangshen also changed, because once this secret was revealed, Zhu's family would suffer great disaster, so he transformed into a blood-colored giant palm and slammed it at Song Yan.

But he planned to slap him to death with one palm!

But at this moment, a red light shot from the sky, and then turned into a red sword light and slashed out.

"puff!"

The blood-red giant palm was cut in half, and then, there was another person beside Song Yan, a beautiful woman in a long red dress.

"is her!"

Seeing the woman in the red dress, Song Yan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party would rush over and break through to the Yangshen realm.

"Who are you, and why do you want to fight against my family?"

The Yangshen old man of the Zhu family sipped questioningly.