Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

The fifth thousand three hundred and tenth chapter retreat

Unexpectedly, the golden light flickered, the sword light soared, and a hundred-zhang sword light appeared out of nowhere, breaking through the defensive aperture at a lightning-fast speed and flying the doorkeeper out.

Seeing that his companion was seriously injured, the doorkeeper next to him leaped forward, flipped his right palm, and made a red palm print, which he quickly shot towards Su Yan's facade.

Su Yan flipped a few somersaults in the air, and then performed the space jump technique, disappearing directly from the spot, traversing space, interspersed with the mysterious void, and suddenly appeared beside the doorkeeper. A crescent-shaped energy burst out, instantly penetrating the person's throat.

what……

The doorkeeper screamed again and again, and gradually died in pain.

At this moment, several disciples just walked out of the lobby, and everyone saw that Su Yan killed the two gatekeepers, and their faces changed drastically.

One of them rushed to the wall in a hurry, reached out and grabbed a wooden pole, and struck a huge copper bell with force.

Suddenly, the bell rang, loud and distant, echoing over the entire Taiyin Sect, and could not disperse for a long time.

The next moment, some disciples came over after hearing the news, and when they saw Su Yan standing on the steps, they couldn't help but retreat and fled.

Previously, Su Yan's deeds of killing several elders and four guardians have spread in the sect. Most of the disciples know Su Yan's strength. Everyone is like a bird with a startled bow. Seeing Su Yan is like seeing the **** of death. Same, scared to death.

The person who saw the invasion at this time was Su Yan. Those disciples were so frightened that they were so scared that they dared to stop at this half-step.

Now, after Su Yan's massacre, there are not many masters left in the sect.

In this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it seems that there are still a few half-step god-transforming masters.

However, for Su Yan, who had stepped into the half-step divine realm, he did not have the slightest fear.

In a word, on his way forward, gods stop killing gods, and Buddhas stop killing Buddhas!

At the same time, in the Sutra Collection Pavilion, the resounding sound of the bell alarmed some of the masters who stayed here.

Including a Taoist sweeper, four masters of sutras, and a pavilion master.

And the pavilion master is not a disciple of Taiyin Sect, but from a sect called Misty Sect.

When Su Yan swaggered into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, he saw ten disciples in the sect standing in the center of the hall, each holding a long sword, and a lore formation had already been set up.

Su Yan squinted his eyes, but he didn't laugh, and said word by word, "What's wrong? You dare not do it with me alone, and now you're starting a sword formation?"

"Boy, I warn you, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the main place of the sect, and outsiders cannot easily enter, and today, you are no exception." A burly middle-aged disciple said.

Another fat old man went on to say: "Those who trespassed in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion will be killed without mercy."

Su Yan sneered, stroked his upper jaw, and said with a smile, "Oh, is it?"

"Go away, otherwise, the sword in Lao Tzu's hand doesn't have eyes."

"This emperor first arrived, and he was very curious about this bookstore, so he had to go in and have a look."

"Boy, you are courting death!"

After speaking, ten disciples stepped forward, standing in different positions, lightning flashed in the sword formation, and quickly shrouded Su Yan, trying to block his movement in an instant.

"Blade of Silence."

Su Yan kicked his feet and rose into the sky, his body was covered with dazzling divine light, a golden snake machete soared into the sky, like an agile golden dragon, bursting with radiant rays of light, shattering the void, and streaming light in all directions, in an instant. In between, the scattered sword formations were resolved, and they passed through the ten disciples.

This golden snake machete was made by Su Yan using Jiutian meteorites and red refined copper and iron.

Compared with Broken Sword and Wanzai Frost Sword, it has distinct characteristics and can destroy all formations, which is extremely powerful.

Boom, boom.

A strong light wave erupted from the formation, like a circle of ripples on the water surface, constantly spreading towards the surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, ten disciples were smashed to pieces and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out bright red blood from their mouths.

At the same time, the surrounding bookshelves began to crumble, and books of cultivation techniques flew into the void, and pages of incomprehensible patterns and words appeared.

Some disciples with lower cultivation bases, unable to withstand the aftermath of the battle, began to vomit blood in huge mouthfuls, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Su Yan looked up at the void, and suddenly an alchemy collection appeared in his sight.

He was overjoyed, soaring into the sky, very fast, like a flying rainbow, instantly swept away a distance, and reached out to catch the alchemy book.

Afterwards, he slowly landed on the ground, opened a page, looked down at the contents of the book, then closed it, shook it a few times in front of the crowd, and let out a long smile from the sky, "Hahaha, it's really hard to find anything. Here, it takes no effort to get it.”

"Boy, you are so mad, hurry up and throw that alchemy collection over here." A rough voice suddenly came from outside the door, shaking the eardrums of some Taiyin Sect disciples.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, thinking that the master had come to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and invariably looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw two young disciples in black robes rushing towards each other, holding a Fangtianhua halberd in their hands, each with murderous aura.

Su Yan smiled slightly, and two familiar figures appeared in his mind.

It turned out that the two were the disciples of the Promise Demon Sect, and they were visiting the Taiyin Sect at the moment. Not long ago, the two were injured by themselves and disappeared.

After a while, there was another messy footstep sound.

Then, a group of young and strong men in long robes appeared in the sight of everyone.

Su Yan's face was sinking like water, he opened a storage ring, threw the alchemy book in it, and said calmly, "You two, what are your intentions?"

"The Collection of Alchemy is a wonderful book of alchemy, which records countless secret methods of alchemy, and as a guest chat of the Taiyin Sect, I have the right to help the Taiyin Sect retrieve this item."

"What you say is better than what you sing. In fact, you are also coveting this alchemy book, aren't you?"

"So what is it, so what is it not, boy, tell you, we are the direct disciples of Daoist Ziyang of the Promise Demon Sect, and won the favor and respect of his old man. You'd better not be our enemy, otherwise, you will die. Very miserable."

"What is the Promise Demon Sect, why have I never heard of it?"

"Boy, you are courting death."

After speaking, this young disciple named Situ Guang, holding a giant axe, slowly approached Su Yan.

Seeing that Situguang wanted to intervene in this matter, the four scripture guardians from the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion stepped into the air, stepped on a cloud with their feet, and landed steadily between Su Yan and Situguang.

One of the fat-headed and big-eared sutra guardians said: "Hold on, this is a matter within the Taiyin Sect. For the time being, I don't need the help of Taoist friends from the Wuji Demon Sect. I will be able to subdue this person in a moment. Let's retire."