Chapter 117 Helping

Meng Yao saw Meng Xiuwen suddenly opening his eyes. This unexpected incident shocked Meng Yao. However, Meng Yao knew that he was no match for Meng Xiuwen, so he could only fight to the death with all his strength. If this palm hit Meng Yao, Xiuwen could avenge everyone by himself, otherwise he would have no choice but to go with everyone. Meng Yao's desperate palm hit Meng Xiuwen directly in the chest, but Meng Xiuwen did not panic at all, and there was a trace of contempt on the corner of his mouth. He sneered, followed by unhurried deep palms, and raised his hands to catch Meng Yao's blow.

The two palms collided, and Meng Yao was instantly shocked back by the powerful spiritual power of five stars. Meng Xiuwen retracted his palms and said with a lewd smile: "Miss, your Meng family's Three Soul Songs are indeed very strong. But the gap in cultivation between you and me is really huge. Do you think your Requiem can be effective on me? I advise you to just let it go. This way you will avoid some physical pain. If you feel comfortable serving me , I might consider not killing you and leaving you alive."

"Bah! You disrespectful old pervert, I won't let you succeed even if I die," Meng Yao spat in disgust after hearing this, and then took out the jade bamboo flute in his hand, Meng Yao prepared Making a last stand, she did not believe that her requiem was ineffective and that she could not surrender.

Sure enough, when Meng Yao raised the jade bamboo flute in his hand again, Meng Xiuwen's expression changed. The previous requiem was not ineffective for him. After this battle, his strength had already dropped a lot. If he continues to expend part of his energy to resist Requiem, Meng Xiuwen cannot guarantee that he will be able to get out of here alive.

Thinking that Meng Xiuwen was no longer stalling, he directly struck Meng Yao with a palm. This time, it was still a huge spiritual palm strike towards Meng Yao, while Meng Yao played the jade bamboo flute to resist Meng Xiuwen's blow. However, as soon as Meng Yao's jade bamboo flute blew, Meng Xiuwen's palm wind had already arrived. The powerful spiritual energy instantly knocked Meng Yao to the ground, and the jade bamboo flute in his hand also came out. This time, Meng Xiuwen showed no mercy, so Meng Yao He was severely injured, and his meridians seemed to be broken, and there was burning pain all over his body.

Meng Xiuwen looked at Meng Yao who was lying motionless on the ground, and walked over with a lewd smile, "Miss, you are such a tender beauty, you are simply a masterpiece of God, I will not let you go no matter what today. "

Meng Xiuping, who was lying on the side with serious injuries, broke out and cursed: "Meng Xiuwen, you beast, if you dare to touch the eldest lady, I will not let you go, I will cut you into pieces!"

Meng Xiuwen frowned when he heard this, then came directly to Meng Xiuping's side, and said with a sneer: "Broken into thousands of pieces? I'm afraid you won't have this chance." As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xiuwen stepped on Meng Xiuping's body. Meng Xiuping's eyes widened and he died unwillingly.

After killing Meng Xiuping, no one could disturb him anymore. Meng Xiuwen rubbed his hands and walked towards Meng Yao excitedly.

Meng Yao had lost all thoughts at this time and was completely in despair, but Meng Xiuwen's steps walking towards her step by step seemed to be stepping on her heart, making her feel boundless fear. What if the next thing happened? Meng Yao was afraid that life would be worse than death. Instead of being ruined, it would be better to die. Meng Yao's last thought was to commit suicide. However, just when she was about to blow up her Dantian and commit suicide, a voice came from beside her. This voice was so The familiarity felt as comfortable as bathing in the spring breeze, and Meng Yao seemed to hear the voice of help.

"Don't you think it's a bit too much for a bad old man like you to want to enjoy such a beautiful woman? Of course such a beautiful woman should be worthy of a handsome guy like me. You're an old man, so you better die as soon as possible!"

The person who spoke was Zhang Yan, who had been watching the situation from the side. Although he knew that Meng Yao was in trouble, Zhang Yan did not rush forward immediately. This was not because Zhang Yan refused to save him, but because of the strength of everyone here before. They are all stronger than him. If they are helpless, Zhang Yan is even more helpless. But now the situation is different. After the fierce battle just now, only Meng Xiuwen, who is a martial saint, is left, and the spiritual energy here is different. He couldn't practice, so Zhang Yan guessed that Meng Xiuwen's spiritual power in his dantian was running out.

Meng Xiuwen should be much weaker now than before. In addition, it has reached the most critical moment. If Zhang Yan doesn't come out, this old immortal guy will stage a sexual intercourse in front of him. How can a beautiful woman like Meng Yao do this? Let him ruin it? So Zhang Yan could only bite the bullet and come out as a hero to save the beauty.

Meng Xiuwen was startled by the sudden voice and immediately jumped back a foot, "Who?"

After taking a closer look, he found that he was a young man of about twenty years old, whose cultivation was only that of a martial artist. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and then asked with his head held high, "Who is your kid? I advise you to be the best." It’s better not to meddle in other people’s business, otherwise I’ll make you walk around without food!”

"Go away quickly, you are no match for him, leave me alone," Meng Yao originally thought that she would be saved, but when she thought that Zhang Yan's cultivation level could not catch up with hers, and he would only die if he came out, she couldn't help but shout immediately.

Zhang Yan glanced at Meng Yao and helped her up, asking her to do her job on the ground. Then he said with a confident smile: "As long as I'm here, I won't let this old guy bully you. Even if you can't beat him, I won't." You won't know until you fight," Zhang Yan's aura relaxed as he spoke, and a domineering aura emerged.

Meng Yao looked at Zhang Yan's background and suddenly felt that Zhang Yan's words were not perfunctory. She felt in her heart that Zhang Yan could really defeat Meng Xiuwen.

Zhang Yan came to Meng Xiuwen and said coldly: "Old guy, as a retainer of the Meng family, you still want to rebel. I think you really want to go to heaven. Today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the Meng family. "

"Teach me a lesson?" Meng Xiuwen laughed loudly when he heard this: "You kid, you don't even look at how much you weigh. With your little cultivation, you still want to teach me a lesson? It's really ridiculous. I can do it with just one finger." After destroying you, you still dare to shamelessly lecture me?"

Meng Xiuwen's eyes stood up as he spoke, with murderous intent in his eyes. He raised his palm and slapped Zhang Yan again. Zhang Yan also sneered when he saw this, and then the Shura spiritual power in his Dantian surged out crazily. It gathered into the hand, followed by a palm surrounded by powerful spiritual power, and went directly to meet it.

The two palms collided, and violent spiritual power burst out again, but this time it was much less powerful than the full blow between the two old men. However, this blow still surprised Meng Xiuwen. He didn't expect that the boy in front of him would be hit with a full blow in his current state, and it seemed that he hadn't used all his strength yet.

Meng Xiuwen immediately withdrew his attack after striking out the palm, and stood there looking Zhang Yan up and down in shock, "I didn't expect that you, the boy, have some strength to be able to take my palm, but I didn't know that with your martial arts skills How long will your spiritual power last? When your spiritual power is exhausted, it will be your death."

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business here and run away for your life, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" Meng Xiuwen shouted loudly.

Zhang Yan laughed loudly when he heard this, "Why are you afraid? Do you know that you are no match for me and want to scare me away?"

"I tell you, I will kill you no matter what today. As for when the spiritual energy in my Dantian will be exhausted, I can tell you clearly that even if you die, the spiritual energy in my Dantian will not be exhausted. Use it all up," Zhang Yan said solemnly every word.

"Good boy, let me show you my Soul-Destroying Palm," Meng Xiuwen said as he turned his palm, and then a palm formed by huge spiritual power appeared in front of Meng Xiuwen. This palm showed no mercy. He took a photo directly towards Zhang Yan.

Only then did Zhang Yan realize that this palm was called the Soul-Destroying Palm. This palm was a martial art that Meng Xiuwen had used before. Zhang Yan had seen the power of this palm. People who were cultivated in the Wuzong were immediately attracted by this palm. It was beaten into a pulp, which is enough to show that the power of this Soul-Destroying Palm is very huge, and the level of this Soul-Destroying Palm must not be low.

However, if Meng Xiuwen was in his heyday, Zhang Yan would have run away without hesitation, but now Meng Xiuwen cannot worry Zhang Yan. He has already exhausted almost as much strength as Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan cannot be afraid of Meng Xiuwen's palm.

I saw Zhang Yan taking out the stone sword, and then the blood-red spiritual power on the sword rotated, as if it was a burning flame. I saw Zhang Yan condensed all the spiritual power on the stone sword, and at the same time, it also inspired There were vibration patterns on the stone sword. Zhang Yan held the sword with both hands and slashed forward. A huge blood-red sword energy nearly one foot long came out from Zhang Yan's stone sword. Then this sword energy directly collided with Meng Xiuwen's. The spiritual palms collided together.

The blood-red sword energy seemed to pause for a moment, and then vibrated. The blood-red sword energy directly cut off Meng Xiuwen's soul-breaking palm, passed through the huge spiritual palm, and went straight to Meng Xiuwen. Leave to revise the article.

Meng Xiuwen was frightened by this incident. He never thought that Zhang Yan could swing such a powerful sword. But now it was too late to avoid it. Meng Xiuwen could only use the few remaining energy in his Dantian. With his spiritual power, he held up a spiritual shield in front of his chest, trying to block Zhang Yan's sword.

I saw the red light of this sword flash, and it struck Meng Xiuwen's spiritual shield in an instant. Meng Xiuwen was a martial saint after all, and his control over spiritual power was very powerful and delicate. He just used it The spiritual shield blocked Zhang Yan's blow, but the sword energy blocked it, and Zhang Yan's figure had disappeared.

Meng Xiuwen only heard a voice behind him. The voice was like the god of death from hell, pronouncing his death sentence.

"Die!" Zhang Yan suddenly appeared behind Meng Xiuwen and split Meng Xiuwen cleanly from the middle with a sword.