More and more pale arms stretched in all directions, almost covering Xiaodaocheng. Their hands temporarily replaced the sun and became the only thing with sight above Xiaodaocheng.

The whole city was in despair, and many people were sitting on the ground powerlessly, watching the disaster getting closer and closer.

"Extreme storm!"

A low voice sounded softly from a corner of the city. Jiang Yan drew his long sword and slashed towards the sky.

Countless shattered sword energy appeared in the air, and as soon as they appeared, they began to spin rapidly.

Jiang Yan kept his sword-stripping posture unmoved, and more and more sword energy were born, and the sword energy rotated, forming a tornado... a sword energy tornado, a tall sword energy tornado a hundred feet tall.

The sword energy tornado went upwards the air and collided with the falling white hands. Silently, the dense arms were torn apart by the sword energy and turned into powder.

But more pale arms were born from the tree of the white hands, and they were hammered down like moths to the flames.

The innate qi is constantly transformed into sword energy in the sky with storm-like martial arts as a medium to attack the big white tree above the sky.

Since Jiang Yan advanced to the crystal realm, he used the Storm Sword pose again, and the power increased again. The ordinary third-level monster was definitely difficult to stop his terrifying sword pose, but he blocked it with his own hands.

Of course, this is not surprising.

This big white tree of unknown category should be a fourth-level weird.

call!

suck!

Jiang Yan took a deep breath. He quickly withdrew his sword and quickly slashed out a sword. He just took action, on the one hand, to prevent the arrival of freehand hands and cause irreparable disasters and trauma to Xiaodaocheng. On the other hand, he also wanted to test its strength initially.

Since it cannot be eliminated quickly, it can only be bombarded out of the Xiaodaocheng area first. Otherwise, once Jiang Yan has fully opened his combat power, he will not be able to worry about the aftermath of the fourth-level battle in Xiaodaocheng, which ordinary people cannot bear.

His attack became more and more violent, and he quickly passed by one sword. Finally, half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yan blasted his white hand out of the sky above Xiaodaocheng.

"I can finally take action without any scruples." Jiang Yan stepped on the top of the city, his palm slightly loosened, and his long sword fell down and inserted it into the crack of the brick.

Without the support of the innate qi, Baishou quickly got rid of the sword blade storm. But at this time, Jiang Yan suddenly stepped forward and clenched his fist hard. A huge fist with a blazing flame appeared above his head.

This is the Fenghuo Fist, Jiang Yan's newly cultivated martial arts. The wind is torn apart, the clouds are swept open, and a giant fist is in the air.

In the air, the white hand also made new moves. Its body suddenly shrank, shrinking to a height of only five feet. Facing the huge fist coming from the sky, its body trembled, and countless tiny arms formed the shape of a conch.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The conch made a low sound, and the sounds echoed one by one. They did not spread around, but instead stacked layer by layer, gathering into a bunch.

This is an indescribable and invisible force. It belongs to sound and waves. It hits the Fenghuo Fist. The Fenghuo Fist, which burns with heavy flames, is like a heavy glass encountered by heavy hammers. Countless cracks emerge at the same time, and the cracks are intertwined and expand rapidly.

Silently, the Fenghuo Fist shattered into uniform small pieces, and then turned into countless Mars floating away.

The sound beam continued to move forward, and in an instant, piercing Jiang Yan's body, blowing him to pieces.

Jiang Yan's figure slowly appeared in another part of the city wall. The sound wave just now shattered his phantom. He used a giant whale to rush to the virtual step in advance to avoid the attack of the white hand.

The moment Jiang Yan avoided the attack of sound waves, Bai Jie instantly retracted all his arms, revealing the miserable white tree body. A huge gap was immediately cracked in the center of its tree body.

A dark eye appeared, and it looked at Jiang Yan calmly, and Jiang Yan's figure reflected in its pupils.

Crack! The dark eyes shattered in an instant!

Jiang Yan then solidified, and this powerful force of restraint directly fixed him in place. His innate qi burst out in his body, trying to get rid of this abnormality quickly.

Buzz!

The white hand appeared behind Jiang Yan, and countless arms condensed. They formed a blazing gun, an extremely sharp gun. The gun stabbed out, and its target was Jiang Yan's back.

He was unable to get rid of the shackles for the time being, but there was no panic in Jiang Yan's eyes. Large black patterns appeared on his skin. On his chest and mouth blocked by his clothes, three distorted and ugly and hideous beast heads suddenly appeared.

Behind Jiang Yan, the phantoms of three ferocious beasts roared and rushed towards the incandescent white spear that had already pierced the storm, and they collided together.

In an instant, the blazing white spear pierced through the cicada one after another. The phantom of the dragon deer suddenly dropped and then repelled with the cow. The next moment, an invisible wind blew, and both of them were annihilated at the same time.

The twelve Beasts Mysterious Sutras were circulating, blocking this terrible blow for Jiang Yan.

Fire up!

In an instant, a white flame instantly appeared above Baishou's head. It burned calmly. Taking advantage of the moment when the blazing spear and the ferocious beast were annihilated, and before Baishou had any other movements, it fell down lightly.

No sound was made, and the Jingling True Fire wrapped the white hands around and instantly burned it to pieces. Large pieces of black and smooth liquid poured out from the white hands tree, trying to isolate this burning heat.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Yan burst out with all his strength and broke free from the constraints of space. He held the sword standing on the top of the city again.

call!

Jiang Yan held the hilt of the sword in both hands, his eyes were cold. He looked up at Baishou, who was entangled with Jingling True Fire. At this moment, Baishou had quickly taken off the air and distanced himself from him.

He slowly raised the sword and then slashed it. The sword fell very slowly and heavily, as if Jiang Yan had exhausted his strength.

As the sword fell, Jiang Yan's sword-slashing figures appeared on the city wall. They all held the sword and maintained the attack, with the target of the weirdness in the sky.

In the end, thousands of swords were combined, and a black and red small sword phantom was formed. The sword was ancient in style, and from the tip of the sword to the handle was dyed one after another, with a little black and red light, and it emitted a strong aura of destruction.

With a clang, this terrifying black and red sword slashed down! Going straight to Baishou in the air, the whole sky, this black and red sword instantly attracted all the attention, and it suddenly stabbed Baishou!

Revealing sword style!

Jiang Yan currently has the strongest attack sword style, which combines the meaning of ten thousand swords to return to one, and can instantly condense the power in his body and combine it into one attack. This time, Jiang Yan used 90% of the innate qi to draw his sword, and only 10% remain, so he was prepared for an unexpected situation.

The white tree was penetrated by a thin black and red line and cracked in half. The gray-white pure spirit flame penetrated into its wound. The white hand compared it without any response. It was dead, and the flames burned only its corpse wreckage.

Jiang Yan waved and took back the gray-white Jingling flame. A large area of ​​black and gray smoke came back with the Jingling flame. This black and gray smoke quickly merged into Jiang Yan's left hand and disappeared.

Jiang Yan pulled the sword back into the scabbard, and then he found that there were still many people standing on the top of the city, headed by a middle-aged warrior with broken arms. At this moment, the warrior with broken arms was staring at him in amazement.

"Who are you?" he asked.

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Chapter completed!