Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1779 Angry Zhang Yan Zhang Yan fights back
  Now as long as Zhang Yan struggles, the sharp blade will cut through Zhang Yan's neck.

Zhang Yan held his breath.

Zhang Yan was not convinced and did not recognize such a situation.

"Suffer to death!"

"Remember! Don't covet things that don't belong to you."

As soon as Aoying approached Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan's right knee fell to the ground.

Zhang Yan's body suddenly sank, and all the iron swords and halberds were placed on Zhang Yan's neck.

Zhang Yan's upper body was full of pressure, but his lower body felt relaxed and abandoned.

Born from despair, the God-killing Spear in Zhang Yan's hand was not imprisoned.

Zhang Yan fiercely aimed the god-killing spear at the feet of the soldiers and generals from below and swept them away.

The Xia Bing Xia Jiang, who was all paying attention to Zhang Yan's upper body, noticed this, and they were all caught off guard by Zhang Yan.

The soldiers and generals surrounding Zhang Yan were all knocked to the ground by Zhang Yan's God-killing Spear.

Aoying's blade just happened to scratch Zhang Yan's neck, and Zhang Yan tried to turn sideways to avoid the sharp blade.

But the distance between Aoying's fan and Zhang Yan was too close.

Zhang Yan's face was still not spared. At the moment when Naoying fell down, the fan was raised just in time to scratch Zhang Yan's left cheek.

If he went a little higher, Zhang Yan's eyes would also suffer.

Zhang Yan quickly kicked the corner of Aoying's hand holding the fan, and the fan was kicked away.

Because Aoying was squatting on the halberds of the soldiers and generals, this unexpected kill made Zhang Yan panic.

Aoying's body was picked up by the halberd.

But Zhang Yan didn't forget to give him a kick at this time.

Naoying's arm hurt and he curled up into a ball.

Without his center of gravity and foothold, Aoying was like a bird that couldn't swim, flopping around and falling firmly to the ground on his buttocks.

Let out a pained "Oh."

Naoying was in pain, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at the soldiers and generals who did not take him into consideration.

The soldiers and generals were also aggrieved, and they retreated out of instinct. Otherwise, Zhang Yan would have beaten him to the ground.

But now there is no one who can take care of Aoying's unhappy mood.

Each of the soldiers and generals cannot protect themselves.

The rise of Zhang Yan really aroused Long's anger.

The shrimp soldier who bullied him showed his true form and swung his big tail towards him.

A piece of shrimp soldiers will be knocked down by Zhang Yan.

Originally, the shrimp soldiers and shrimp generals had suffered a lot of injuries in the previous rounds.

Now that Zhang Yan was tossing him like this, the soldiers and generals couldn't stand it any longer.

Another group of shrimp soldiers and shrimp generals were killed and wounded.

There were only two or three shrimp soldiers and generals left on the field, panting.

They looked at Zhang Yan in confusion.

The sword and halberd was stretched forward, already in a state of self-defense.

Zhang Yan didn't bother to fight them.

Zhang Yan wiped the iron fan that had just hit his face and scratched a long bloody wound.

The blood oozing from his face stained Zhang Yan's hands.

This scar hung on Zhang Yan's face like a symbol of death.

Zhang Yan was left in a state of madness.

There was blood in his eyes and hands.

Even Yao Ying, who had always wanted to defeat him, sat on the ground and moved back desperately.

Yao Ying was injured and couldn't get up, and his weapon was waved aside by Zhang Yan, making Zhan Shi unable to get it.

Aoying was worried that Zhang Yan would suddenly turn his head.

(End of this chapter)