Chapter 430: Two choices

Song Yan stared coldly at the mysterious heart that was getting weaker and weaker, and whispered to him: "In my eyes, how are you, those immortals?"
"You ... hey!"
Opening a mouthful of blood, Mysterious Heart fell to the ground, completely losing the breath of life.
As soon as the probing hand grabbed, Song Kun took out the dagger inserted into Xuan Xin's body, and went to secretly in his heart. This group of people practiced exercises and used magic. Even the repaired road base is also a miscellaneous one. Compared with the true cultivator, there is a big gap.
After seeing his lover die, Wu Yangzi squeezed his fists, stared gloomily at the fallen body, and gritted his teeth, "You are a congenital ninth cultivator, and there are a few magic weapons nearby, which will actually be defeated. A congenital martial arts warrior has almost lost his face as a teacher. However, although you have lost the face of the teacher, this hatred must be reported for you! "
Yanhuang party.
The God of War team members saw the unbelievable look of Song Xi and killing another Xiu Xiu, because when Xuan Xin played, the four leaders of Dragon Sword and King Kong explained to everyone that this mysterious heart had been cultivated to have reached innate Kokonoe.
After experiencing the failure of the previous eight innings, in everyone's opinion, not to mention the challenge of leapfrogging, it is very difficult to defeat the immortal who is lower than himself.
Although Song Zheng won two innings, the monk in the first game was only seven inborn, one heavier than him, and the second time, the Taoist priest in Qingpao was eighth innate, which was equivalent to him.
But right now, Xuan Xin is born in the ninth place, so no one thinks Song Kun can win.
But in the blink of an eye, Song Yan actually killed that impossible opponent with one stroke.
"Why do I feel that those who are immortals have become so weak all of a sudden?" Zhao Ying said suspiciously.
"It's not that they are weak, but that our captain is too strong!" Wu Feng said in a deep voice, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.
"Also, Grandma has always been good at leapfrogging challenges! I just didn't expect that his strength has become so powerful!" Zhao Yingshen nodded in conviction.
Over the auditorium.
The head of the seat in the front row suddenly turned his head to Zhao Changsheng and said, "Zhao, the kid on the field should be called Song Yan, is it your Zhao family?"
Zhao Changsheng nodded with a smile: "This child is my son."
"The child's achievements are limitless." The head sighed, and then the opposite secretary said, "Go and tell Han Song, let him quickly replace Song Yan, and don't let him make any more noise!"
The words of the head of state fell in the ears of everyone. Everyone knows that the head of state is protecting Song Ye. Although Song Ye has won three games in a row, the first two games are okay to say that the third game is a bit fortunate. If it was not for his surprise attack, Xuan Xin was assassinated in one fell swoop. Once Xuan Xin sacrificed his magic weapon, it was hard to say who won or lost.
After receiving the order, Han Song hurried forward and said to Song Yong: "Song Yong, so far, go down!"
"slow!"
Wu Yangzi's voice sounded.
"What's your predecessor's advice?" Han Song looked ugly to Wuyangzi who stepped in.
Wu Yangzi glanced at Song Yan and said coldly: "Three days ago, we set the rules of competition. Each side had a hundred people and each one played one game, but this boy played three games in a row, so he was broken. rule!
Breaking the rules deserves punishment.
Now, I will give you two choices, one, let him continue to fight until he is killed, the second, take three palms from the poor road, if the three palms do not die, you can end! "
"I choose the first one!"
Without waiting for Han Song to speak, Song Yan made the first choice.
Han Song looked helplessly at Song Yan: "How do you ...?"
"Han Lao rest assured, I'm sure!" Song Yan winked at Han Song.
"Then you be careful!"
Han Song nodded and retreated outside the court.
The head of the head was a little gloomy. The cultivator had to overpower others. They really couldn't resist it. They only hoped that Song Kun could kill a few more cultivators. But what about Song Kun itself?
"Asshole! They are too shameless!" Tang Qingya said angrily.
"They are brazenly trying to put the Song brothers to death!" Ye Feng stared anxiously at the Song Song in the field.
In the field.
Wu Yangzi stared at Song Yan and slowly said, "Junior, the only ending against our Xianmen is death, you wait for death slowly!"
"is it?"
Song Yan smiled unwillingly, and decided in his heart that he would chop down all the immortalists today.
"Humph!"
Wu Yangzi walked away, and then another congenital ninth practitioner came to the field.
Because he had learned the lesson of the mysterious heart, this person had sacrificed a bronze bell magic weapon before he was on the court. This magic weapon is a third-grade treasure. After the offering, a thick light will be released to cover himself.
"My name is a saying, remember, don't forget my name after hell!"
As soon as the words came down, the congenial nine-strong cultivator named Shuyan launched an attack on Song Yong.
His weapon of attack is also a flying sword.
This flying sword is also a third-grade treasure, but the refining method is very rough, which is not comparable to that of Song Yan's bronze flying sword.
With one finger, Feijian rushed straight to Song Jian's heart like black lightning.
In the face of the sudden black flying sword, Song Kun did not show the slightest terror, he raised his hand and pointed out.
Jianmang overflowing between fingers.
"Oh!"
This ray of swordsmanship successfully hit the black flying sword, not only blocking it, but also knocking it back.
"You, how can you repel my flying sword?"
As the saying goes, seeing this scene can't help showing shock and surprise.
Even if he himself did not dare to fight against the flying sword of Sanpin treasure without the magic weapon, but now this ordinary martial artist has done it.
"what is this?"
Song Yanchao smiled often, but the smile fell into his eyes, but it had a bad taste.
Just then, Song Yan grabbed his hand.
The black flying sword was caught in his hand instantly.
Seeing this, the saying is a joy, this guy really seeks his own way, and dare to catch my flying sword.
So he quickly drew a sword.
However, just as he moved his sword, Song Xuan's Jian Yuan burst into the flying sword and broke the spirit mark of the common saying left in the flying sword.
"puff!"
As the saying goes, a mouthful of blood spurted out, feeling that the connection between himself and Feijian had been broken, and he couldn't help being shocked.
"You, how did you do that?"
"Want to know? I wouldn't tell you!"
Song Yan smiled, and when he was shaking, he came to the saying, and he raised his hand and burst into a palm.
"Although I don't know how you broke the mark of my flying sword, but you still want to break my golden bell light ...!"
"Click!"
The words of the saying have not been spoken yet, but Song Zheng ’s fist directly blasted that one foot of treasure light, and then punched in the chest of the saying, the real yuan penetrated through the body, directly strangling the opponent ’s heart to shatter.
The sound of the common saying stopped abruptly, and his eyes were getting darker and darker, and eventually he fell to the sky, but his eyes widened, and he didn't figure it out before he died. Why can Song Kun easily break his magic defense?
[Author off topic]: Thanks [Hao Ye] for the great reward.
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