Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Jin Yan wanted to kill Jiang Lianheng.

But Jiang Lianheng was so cunning that it was simply shocking.

Facing Jin Yan's raging attack, he did not choose to confront him head-on, but instead took the most despicable escape strategy, using his subordinates as shields and taking the opportunity to retreat. Every step seemed so resolute and ruthless.

The screams of those subordinates who died for him came one after another, like the most miserable wailing in the night sky, but they did not bring Jiang Lianheng even a trace of looking back and pity.

Jiang Lianheng's heart at this moment seemed to be burned by a raging fire, and panic and fear intertwined into an airtight net, binding him tightly. He knew that his every move was related to life and death, and if he made a mistake, he might be doomed.

Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the cold ground, and was swallowed up without a trace in an instant, just like his current situation, isolated and helpless, with his life hanging by a thread.

He was filled with endless depression and unwillingness. The trap he had carefully designed was originally intended to capture Ling Xiao in one fell swoop and get rid of this major worry.

However, things are unpredictable. In the end, it was Jin Yan who fell into the trap, and the prey they had dreamed of, Ling Xiao, had not even seen his shadow. This sudden change made him feel unprecedented frustration and anger.

What made him even more desperate was that Jin Yan's strength far exceeded their expectations and was so strong that it was suffocating. First, his father Jiang Yuan, the once majestic pillar of the family, had no power to fight back under Jin Yan's attack and died in an instant.

Now, even he himself has fallen into the brink of life and death, and every breath is accompanied by the whisper of the god of death.

He knew that if no one came to rescue him, he might really follow in his father's footsteps and go to the underworld to reunite with his deceased father. This fear and despair, like a cold current, penetrated his bones and almost suffocated him.

Fortunately, he brought almost all the Jiang family's Tongtian Realm warriors this time. These warriors were wearing colorful armor, each emitting a brilliance that was no weaker than the stars. They held long spears like dragons, or giant blades like mountains, and were arranged in an orderly manner around Jiang Lianheng, forming an indestructible defense line, which barely blocked the raging golden flame.

The golden flame, which seemed to be a river of lava pouring down from the sky, carried the momentum of destroying everything, but under the combined efforts of these warriors, it seemed a little powerless, and the light revealed a little imperceptible dimness.

Looking at the golden flame, it seemed a little tired at this time. It was no longer as wanton and wild as before. Every surge was accompanied by a slight tremor, as if it was making a final struggle with some invisible force.

The light that was originally so blazing that it could melt everything also seemed a little powerless at this moment, revealing a little fatigue and helplessness.

Seeing this, Jiang Lianheng's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose. It was a kind of pride of victory in sight, and also a response to Jin Yan's provocation.

He shouted to Jin Yan, with a bit of teasing and confidence in his voice: "Boy, are you tired? I'm here, come and kill me, I won't tire you to death! Today, you want to escape? That's impossible! Look around here, the formation I carefully arranged has blocked everything here. You are like a beast trapped in a cage, and you have no choice but to wait for death."

However, just before he finished speaking, Jin Yan suddenly moved. It was no longer the seemingly boundless sea of ​​fire, but turned into an extremely sharp flame, like a comet that cut through the night sky, instantly penetrating the gap in the crowd and rushing straight to Jiang Lianheng.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the arrogance on Jiang Lianheng's face instantly disappeared without a trace, replaced by fear and deep regret that were difficult to conceal. His heart was beating wildly, and sweat was dripping down his forehead and dripping onto the ground, evaporating without a trace in an instant.

He was secretly annoyed in his heart: Why did he provoke Jin Yan for no reason? Now, even his life is at stake. This is simply courting death and asking for trouble! But now that things have come to this, regret is useless. He can only grit his teeth and prepare for the impending fatal blow.

Boom!

The air seemed to be shattered by a heavy hammer at this moment, and a deafening sound broke out, shaking the surrounding space. Dust and subtle air currents danced wildly at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, a ghostly black shadow, in the astonished eyes of everyone, appeared silently in front of Jiang Lianheng, like the deepest guardian in the night, with unquestionable strength and determination.

The black shadow did not stop at all, and directly turned into a black lightning, colliding head-on with Jin Yan's blazing attack like a golden flame.

Jin Yan's attack was originally a powerful martial art that gathered all his strength and intended to kill with one strike. However, the moment he touched the black fist shadow, it seemed to encounter an insurmountable barrier. The light suddenly dimmed, and the power was weakened layer by layer. In the end, he could only let out a series of hisses unwillingly and was forcibly blasted back.

Jin Yan's body drew a long parabola in the air and retreated more than ten steps away. Each step was accompanied by a slight tremor on the ground, showing the huge impact he was under. His feet finally managed to stabilize, but his face was as pale as paper, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Obviously, he was seriously injured.

There was both unwillingness and deep fear in his eyes, and his eyes looking at the black figure were full of complexity.

"Second Uncle!"

Jiang Lianheng's shout was full of excitement and gratitude. He stepped forward quickly, almost rushing into the arms of the black figure.

The person in front of him was his second uncle whom he had been thinking about day and night - Jiang Zhan, the leader of the dark guards, a legendary figure, famous for his extraordinary strength and mysterious style of doing things.

At this moment, his black armor was shining with a cold luster under the weak light, which made him more majestic and powerful, as if he was a god of war walking out of the darkness, giving people endless sense of security.

Jiang Lianheng's eyes were flashing with tears, which was the joy of reunion after a long separation, and also the deep gratitude for his second uncle's timely appearance. He held Jiang Zhan's hand tightly, as if holding the safety and hope of the whole world.

And Jin Yan, looking at this scene, the unwillingness and despair in his heart were intertwined into a complex network.

He knew that if he was in his prime, it would be no problem to compete with a strong man like Jiang Zhan, and it was even possible to defeat him, but at this moment he was already at the end of his strength, and the power in his body was almost exhausted.

He wanted to escape, but when he looked around, he saw the flashing light of the formation, trapping him firmly in this area, and the exit was blocked by Jiang Zhan's steady figure like a mountain.