All this was too fast. It was not until Xiao Yan's fist quickly expanded in his pupils that the five-star early Doudi came to his senses. He had only had a moment to flash a hint of panic in his eyes, and he was hit hard by Xiao Yan's steel fist, which was comparable to the physique of the ancient holy clan of the demon clan.

Blood spurted out, and the sound of bone breaking sounded again. The five-star early Doudi was beaten to arch his waist and flew back with a punch. He looked like a lobster that had spent a long time.

"I want to crush your bones and ashes!" The severe pain made the five-star early Doudi's face even more ferocious. He was beaten up by a low-level Doudi one after another. His anger was burning and he rushed towards Xiao Yan at an extremely fast speed.

But before the veins on his forehead were leaping away the soreness in his chest, Xiao Yan's knee lifted had already hit hard where his chest was sunken. It was where Xiao Yan's attack just now, and the crisp sound of bone fracture sounded for the third time.

Mixed with Dou Qi and strong physical strength, he threw the body of the early five-star Dou Emperor high, broke the big tree that was thick with people and bounced on the bluestone ground. The piercing pain made him realize that he was no match for this late four-star boy at all.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late, and Xiao Yan obviously didn't want to let him go like this.

Xiao Yan landed the ground first with his right foot. With a quick twist, his body slid to the side of the five-star early Doudi. With his toes, the body of the five-star early Doudi was thrown up again.

Even too lazy to look back, Xiao Yan hit the spine of the five-star early Doudi. The five-star early Doudi's body twitched a few times, and his limbs fell softly. Blood kept coming out of his mouth, dyeing a large area of ​​bluestone red.

Looking at the five-star early stage Doudi who was lying on the ground and breathing, Xiao Yan turned around with a little scruple.

Until this moment, the people besieging Xiao Yan had just chased behind Xiao Yan. The scene in front of them made their spine burst into cold air. In just a few rounds, a five-star early-stage Doudi had already fallen at the feet of Xiao Yan, who was only four-star late-stage. His strength and speed were too perverted. No matter how you look, it doesn't look like a four-star late-stage one. Could it be that he deliberately hid his strength?

When they met Xiao Yan's cold eyes, almost everyone's eyes trembled for a moment, and they did not dare to look at Xiao Yan, but the mid-stage five-star commander was behind, and everyone's courage became a little bit more. No matter how strong you are, how can you resist the attacks of many Doudi of our Medicine Clan? So, fighting spirits of various colors burst out and roared at Xiao Yan.

There are many people and the sword lights are like layers of lotus flowers blooming. The lotus flowers are like the sea, and the sword light is like snow. Xiao Yan, who is like a small boat in the wild waves of the angry sea, almost submerging Xiao Yan's figure.

Feeling the chill of the sword blade lotus, looking up at the hideous faces, Xiao Yan frowned slightly, his body shook slightly, and the blood-red soul power containing the wrath of the sky came first, like the water from the yellow spring irrigating into the sword formation of the lotus sea.

The blood-red light and shadow are tangible but not real, but like the powerful voice of the god of death. Wherever they pass, the vitality of the Lotus Sea quickly subsides, and disappears without a trace in the blink of an eye. The dozens of sharp swords that were stiff in the air suddenly appear dull.
Chapter completed!