Dong Wuji held a spear in his hand, full of murderous aura.

Relying on his strength, he was not afraid of Qin Yan's attack at all. He swept his spear, like a blood dragon soaring into the sky, releasing all the power of the Grandmaster's Eighth Heaven.

Thorn!

The spear pierced the air and hit Qin Yan's flaming sword.

Qin Yan frowned. Under his gaze, the broad sword could not resist it at all. It became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, scattered and disappeared, and completely collapsed.

He was defeated!

"Haha, I have been practicing for more than 30 years and have been honing my martial arts every day. If you want to defeat me, don't dream."

Dong Wuji was so powerful that he did not continue to attack, but lifted his spear, just like a god of war from heaven, exuding a powerful aura, as if the whole world was to respect him.

Qin Yan lamented in his heart, showing a helpless smile.

He has only practiced for more than a year, but the time is too short. If he is given five years, let alone Dong Wuji, even a strong man in the Tribulation Period can shoot and kill him with one finger.

"You can still laugh when you die?"

Dong Wuji shook his wrist and instilled his energy into the spear. The tip of the spear kept trembling, condensing azure color.

He took two steps, swung his spear, and roared: "The first method of the Blood Sword Spear, sweeping across thousands of troops."

As the words fell, a strong wind blew in the entire living room, with Dong Wuji as the center, as if thousands of troops were galloping, majestic and unstoppable, and the spear in his hand was even more sharp and sharp, and the momentum was beyond the bamboo.

So awesome!

Qin Yan secretly praised himself, with a faint look of excitement.

He came to the provincial capital to find a real opponent. As long as this is the only way to achieve the effect of honing himself.

"Although you are strong, I am not weak."

Qin Yan stepped on the seven stars and took seven steps in a row, and the entire ground was trembling.

He used the eight steps of the Heavenly Dragon to the entire realm with only one step away from his efforts.

Bang bang bang...

Seven muffled sounds in succession, exploded on Dong Wuji's body, and several blood holes appeared instantly. Blood came out and dripped on the ground, looking very terrifying.

at the same time!

Dong Wuji realized that he was injured and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

The spear in his hand was even more fierce. It had already arrived at Qin Yan's head and was about to fall.

Qin Yan's eyes were burning, and his hands were spread out at the same time, his left hand was purple and his right hand was purple, and then slowly gathered in everything, flames and thunder slowly blended, and the color of fire and thunder and red and purple light brewed powerful fluctuations.

A red spear was formed, covered with purple electric light.

Especially at the tip of the gun, purple light lingered and flames filled with it, like a peerless magic weapon.

"I have a shot, the dragon of the dragon!"

Qin Yan held the spear, faced the attack on his head, and threw the spear in his hand out. The flames and thunder burst instantly and crushed them overwhelmed.

boom!

Two attacks collided, the entire villa kept shaking, the headlights on the roof fell, and the floor collapsed.

"Run!"

Many senior executives of the He family had never seen such a scene. They were so scared that they ran away with their heads in their arms, but because there were too many people and bustling, there were serious pushes and shovations.

"Don't move, all shrink to the corner."

Qin Yan waved his sleeves, and a small green snake flew out, instantly turning into a giant python, curled up in a corner, protecting the He family.

But at this moment, a gloomy laughter came from behind.

"Hehehe, I have some ability to block my blood spear technique. So how can you resist the next few moves?"

Dong Wuji took out a spear and lifted the headlights on the ground. He lit the spear and walked towards Qin Yan. His aura became even more terrifying. He didn't say anything nonsense and attacked again.

"The second form of the Blood Sword Gun Technique, Bloody Fires!"

"The third form of the Blood Sword Gun Technique, White Rainbow Punches the Sun!"

Two consecutive attacks instantly enveloped Qin Yan. The powerful energy, like a sharp blade, cut the ground and rubbed the air, spreading around Qin Yan.

The senior executives of the He family were shocked and sweated for Qin Yan.

As for the people in the Dong family, they were full of gloating, especially Dong Fangzhuo, who applauded.

"good!"

"Uncle Fourth, kill him!"

"Put my teeth, kill my snake, and grab my woman with me. Qin Yan, go to die the fuck."

...

At the last moment, Qin Yan suddenly raised his head, carried his hands on his back, and took a step slowly, as if he was seeking death, but Dong Wuji's body actually trembled strangely, his skin was blooming, and a stinging pain appeared on his head. There was such a dragon roaring in his mind.

This is more than just a few!

Qin Yan did not stop and used various moves frequently.

"Shenglong!"

"Subduing Dragon!"

"Dragon-bound!"

"Slay the Dragon!"

He took out the copper coins magic weapon with his left hand, surged in the wind, threw it into the air without hesitation, and smashed it towards Dong Wuji.

Dead?

After several consecutive attacks, the entire villa was seriously damaged, the walls collapsed, the ground was cracked, and the ceiling was completely peeled off. If there were no giant python to protect it, the He family would probably suffer.

Everyone looked puzzled, not knowing whether Dong Wuji was alive or dead.

Qin Yan narrowed his eyes, as if he was possessed by a demon, his eyes were full of excitement. Since he came to the mortal world, he has never been so happy that he can attack without any restraint.

Click!

Click!

I saw a figure standing upright among the gravel.

He was covered in blood, his shirt was broken, and his bones could be seen vaguely, and he was seriously injured.

But he held a spear and his eyes were as crazy as a madman. The Dong family's martial arts roared and said, "It's so fucking good. I have been practicing for more than 30 years. You are the first to have caused me such a serious injury. In return, I will tear your arm, crush your bones, drink your blood, and then carry your body and soak it in the cesspool for three days and three nights."

abnormal!

Dong Wuji raised his hand, put his fingers to his mouth, and sucked hard, and the blood on it made him even more crazy.

"The fourth form of the Blood Sword Gun Technique, Shi Potian!"

"The fifth form of the Blood Sword Gun Technique, blood stains the sky!"

These two styles of marksmanship are already the ultimate of Dong Wuji. Although he is injured, he seems even more crazy.

He threw the spear out like a huge stone pillar, crushing forward. The entire villa could not withstand the powerful power and collapsed in an instant, but the spear was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, and nothing could stop it from moving forward.

"Be careful!"

Liu Nan!

He Xiuyun!

Qin Bojiang!

There are other people from the He family who raise their hearts to their throats.

At this point, Qin Yan's strength has exceeded everyone's expectations.

Because the Dong family's martial arts are crazy, it is the existence of the eighth level of the Grandmaster. Qin Yan's ability to seriously injure the opponent means that his own strength will not be too weak. However, Dong Wuji's two attacks with all his strength seem too terrifying and impossible to stop them.

Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Yan moved, without dodging or retreating, but just took out a broken hilt.

"I didn't expect that I would use my spiritual energy!"

Qin Yan held the broken knife hilt and instilled spiritual energy on it. The entire area was like a spring breeze, with a faint fragrance, which was fascinating and refreshing.

Spiritual energy is the cultivation method of immortal cultivation to refine the aura of heaven and earth, which is countless times stronger than the energy of the mortal world.

"Nine-Turn Dragon-Elevation Art, Transforming Dragon!"

Qin Yan shouted lightly, and dense scales emerged from his skin, and his whole body was like an ancient beast, exuding an aura of old age.

The broken hilt in his hand seemed to have recovered, slowly extending and becoming longer, forming a black sword seven or eight meters long.

Crossing the sky.

The momentum is overwhelming.

"Slay the Dragon!"
To be continued...