The other two young men looked at Xiao Ping's body, their expressions changed drastically, and they looked at Zhang Yan again with a hint of horror.

After the two looked at each other, they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and quickly turned around, intending to escape.

What a joke!

Someone who can kill Senior Brother Xiao Ping is not something they can deal with.

"Now that you're here, don't leave."

Zhang Yan's voice came out coldly, and as he raised his hand, two vast blue ice flames swept out, catching up with the two disciples of the Izumo Sect in a moment, covering them and falling, killing them.

The two corpses landed on the ground, making two soft noises and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"The artistic conception of ice? The artistic conception of fire?"

The Wichang Sect disciple in black had a slightly condensed face, and his eyes were filled with cold light as he stared at Zhang Yan, "You are quite strong, and you were able to kill Junior Brother Liu and Izumo Sect's 'Xiao Ping'... However, in

In front of me, you are not enough!"

As soon as the Wuchang Sect disciple finished speaking, his body shot out, like an arrow from a string, and it shot straight at Zhang Yan.

The spiritual weapon appeared in his hand, and Yuanli and 'artistic conception' followed him like a shadow, blending into the spiritual weapon.

At the same time, in the void above his head, more than 930 ancient horned dragons appeared, and they all started to kill Zhang Yan.

"Zhang Yan?"
Chapter completed!