Chapter 1685 (2/2)
”You can try!”
Song Yan's expression is ancient.
”And me!”
Liu long stands in front of song Yan.
”Liu long, you take everyone back!”
Song Yan ordered.
”But boss...!”
”Believe me!”
”All right!”
Liu long reluctantly agreed to come down, with the king of letters and the princess of Vientiane and other people out of a distance.
”Kill!”
Along with the shouting and killing sound, thousands of creatures swarmed to song inkstone at the same time, which was so terrible that even the intermediate gods could not bear it.
But song Yan, who stood there with one sword, seemed very calm.
”Boom! Boom! ”
The overwhelming energy torrent swept song inkstone, almost engulfed him.At this time, song Yan suddenly disappeared in place.
At the same time, a cold voice sounded in everyone's ear: ”the second type of the Sutra does not cut thousands of people and does not return to the scabbard!”
The blood red sword light appeared in front of each living creature without any sign, or cut off their heads, or cut their bodies in half.
In an instant, all but the ninety-one gods died.
”Here Is this the real strength of brother Chu? ”
Seeing this scene, Xin Wang, who was worried about song Yan, was stunned for a while. You know, the thousands of gods killed by him are the worst with the strength of level 9 generals.
The ninety-one gods were also shocked, and there was a bad feeling in their hearts.
At this time, the cold voice sounded again: ”kill one person in ten steps of the first move of the Sutra!”
The bloody sword light is shining again. It is more strange and faster. There is no time to dodge.
”Ah ah ah!”
The short screams were heard one after another. The blood rain in the sky was like a river pouring down, falling madly. For a while, there were a lot of blood puddles on the ground.
”One, two, three, four...”
Liu long, Xin Wang, Princess Vientiane, Wang Ying and others silently count in their hearts.
After ten breaths, there are eighty-one gods left.
The rest 81 gods saw their dead companions and the pouring blood rain, and their hearts were filled with fear.
”Again, kill one in ten steps!”
Song inkstone disappeared in place again, with blood shining like a ghost.
”Poop poop!”
”Ah ah ah!”
Another ten gods were beheaded. For a while, the blood rain became more and more fierce.
”Run!”
A shrill voice sounded, and then a spirit turned into a shadow and fled to the distance.
The other gods slowed down a little bit, but they also fled towards the four directions.
In an instant, the remaining 71 gods escaped completely.
Song Yan didn't go after him, but cut off the head of the Golden Lion directly with his backhand. Then, his body fell from the air, and Wang Ying flew up and exclaimed, ”how are you, husband?”
Song Yan deliberately pretended to be weak: ”I'm consuming too much. I need a rest!”
As soon as the voice fell, song Yan fell asleep.
[author's extras]: second watch