The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 178 Battle Yan Longtian

The blood gurgling from Jian Baisan's arm stopped.

The aura flowed frantically through the meridians, which was a brand new pathway, and her muscles instantly became almost indestructible!
The dantian has been drained to the point of throbbing pain, Rhubarb whimpered, and all the spiritual power in its body was connected, and it could not be connected directly.

In the dim sky, a long purple arc lit up in front of Jian Baisan.

The odd thing is that her two knives on the left and right are all horizontal blades!
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that she just wants to block it!

Even if her weapon is not a shield, or even two long knives, she still has to use the largest part of the weapon to protect her spirit beast - her friend!

She even spread her arms infinitely, like a female eagle spreading its wings, blocking Jian Huanyang, even though all her flaws had been exposed!
Yan Longtian had so many flying swords, with just one stab, Jian Baisan would surely die.

Therefore, everyone in the auditorium hardly reacted.

But Du Chunsen suddenly stood up again.

Last time, while hesitating, he still felt that Yan Longtian had a chance to turn around.

And when Jian Baisan swung the saber, he only needed one glance to know one thing:

This knife, Yan Longtian, can't stop it!

This knife is a knife that contains the intention of a knife!

In other words, there is "Tao" in this knife!
Jian Baisan's way!

Jian Baisan showed his sharp "Tao" in forgetting himself.

And "Tao" is part of the way of heaven.

This kind of attack cannot be blocked simply by relying on strength.It can block the "outside", but it can't block the "inside".

Because of "Tao", only "Tao" can block it.

Du Chunsen moved his hands in an instant, and the surrounding barriers immediately melted under the watchful eyes of everyone. He was so anxious that he stretched out his long arms, intending to enter the field directly and bring Yan Longtian out.

If you lose, you lose, Yan Longtian can't die!
Jian Baisan, how can you be so vicious? !

The spiritual power of his legs gathered, and with the strength of Jindan, it only took a moment to lift Yan Longtian out!
But at this moment, a voice sounded calmly from above his head.

"Noisy."

Du Chunsen felt cold all over, startled and frightened.

There were no disciples from Leng Lianchi's family who beat him, so why did he mix it up? !

As soon as Du Chunsen gritted his teeth, he wanted to continue.

But he was lifted up by the neck, turned back, and faced the bent Leng Lianchi.

Leng Lianchi looked at him coldly with a pair of black pool-like eyes, and said softly: "If you dare to use spiritual power to disturb me...you can try."

None of the old man Sheyang and the others dared to turn their heads. They only heard the sound of Du Chunsen falling back onto the seat and his panicked panting.

Du Xueling beside him was too scared to make a sound.

Leng Lianchi returned to a comfortable posture and looked towards the stage.

She was taking revenge, he could see it.

Once upon a time... He also had such a revenge to avenge, and hit the aisle.

Unfortunately, someone stopped his hand that time.

What happened afterwards?

This memory is too distant and vague, Leng Lianchi doesn't want to think about it anymore.

Ten years later, he wiped out a total of 810 and six members of his nine clans, leaving no dogs or chickens behind.

... The long arc of Jian Baisan's blade finally connected with several flying swords like in slow motion.

The speed of the flying swords of various colors that were originally terrifying slowed down, and gradually competed with Jian Baisan's arc of swords.

Jian Baisan's expression was neither sad nor happy, but Yan Longtian was salivating, and his head was shaking wildly.

The arc of the knife in Jian Baisan's hand has advanced another inch!
Under Yan Longtian's full force, his skin began to swell irregularly, and human faces as small as fish's eyes protruded from the broken skin.

The human face howled silently, looking extremely distorted and weird.

The auditorium was full of monks. Seeing Yan Longtian's appearance, they all shut up, feeling a little numb in their hearts.

What is this weird face?
He Hua finally noticed another point: "Yan, Senior Brother Yan... No, why is there so much saliva at the corner of Yan Longtian's mouth?"

Yan Longtian answered her question in a second.

The next second he grinned grimly and bit his arm, tore off a piece of meat, and chewed it in his mouth with enjoyment, blood foam gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

In that wound, several human faces separated from his body, turned into a thin soul body, moved blankly in the air, and disappeared.

In the long, dumbfounded silence, countless pairs of eyes silently shifted to Du Chunsen's face.

Will he not know?

A sharp voice came from a disciple, piercing the sky: "Senior Brother Tu, Brother Wu?!"

Those were the names of the two people who disappeared into the secret realm with Yan Longtian.

Yan Longtian tore off a piece of his own meat again and chewed it. Jian Baisan's eyes began to turn black, and a drop of sweat flowed into her eyes, but she did not close them.

And the following disciples already understood.

During Yan Longtian's cultivation, he ate people.

No matter how cruel the cultivation world is, if monks eat monks, it will be the heresy of the heresy, the scum of the scum—at least, the orthodox sect will not allow it.

Who is the person they have been following? !
Song Qing had already stood up, his eyes fixed on this place.

But no one paid attention to him.

Under the complicated eyes of countless people, Jian Baisan's blade finally touched his chest lightly.

Yan Longtian's Five Elements Flying Sword stopped, together with himself.

In the next second, Jian Baisan withdrew his knife.

Yan Longtian's crazy expression stopped, and the meat in his mouth fell to the ground with a "slap".

The place where Jian Baisan's blade touched his chest suddenly disappeared.

His upper and lower body were thus completely separated.

Jian Baisan walked to Yan Longtian's head, and there was silence all around.

"Yan Longtian," Jian Baisan said, "my friend Song Tai died at your hands!"

Song Qing clenched his fists instantly.

"Song Tai didn't see the whole body, only bones!"

"I don't know how you humiliated him in the first place."

"However, it is only right and proper to kill for life."

Jian Baisan grabbed his hair with his hands, and threw it hard on the ground, immediately there was a tooth-piercing cracking sound from that handsome head.

Yan Longtian was still conscious, with a painful expression on his face. Just as he opened his mouth, his teeth were smashed by Jian Baisan.

The second time.

Yan Longtian's skull was completely shattered.

On the third stroke, something different from blood flowed out.

Yan Longtian's breath completely disappeared.

Fourth down, fifth down, sixth down.

Du Chunsen really couldn't bear it, but it was already inconvenient to speak again.

Yan Longtian is dead.

On the faces of Song Qing and the disciples of the Xuesong Mansion, there was the joy of having their revenge avenged.

The old man Sheyang looked apprehensive.

Yan Longtian's body was broken, and souls of different colors flew out one after another, and then dissipated.

Jian Baisan, however, was immersed in the grief in his heart, repeating mechanical movements with his hands——

Could this be as good as his suffering?

"Jane Baisan," someone called her.

Song Tai stood dimly between the sky and the earth.

The color is much brighter than other souls.

"Actually, I didn't feel anything at the time," he said, "...if you block him, I'm a little scared."

Jian Baisan: "..."

Jian Baisan stood up silently and stood in front of Yan Longtian's head.

"Actually, I can see it all." Song Tai said.

"Thank you for helping me avenge me, it's too righteous. You will definitely be able to ascend. Ah, it's too late! I'm going to talk to my father..."

His figure faded away.

"Sigh, I really don't know if I can have such a good pregnancy again in my next life..." His voice gradually drifted away.

"Also, I never blamed you, really."

Jian Baisan had a sore nose, and before she had time to shed tears, she felt her eyes darken.

At the last moment before losing consciousness, she saw Leng Lianchi amidst the chaos and noise.

Leng Lianchi sat motionless on the high chair, the white color dazzling.

The corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were drooping slightly, almost treacherous, but there was a compassionate candle inside, shining on Jian Baisan's face from a distance.

Like a cold Guanyin, overlooking the farce in the world.

(End of this chapter)