God-level Stealing System

"Ahead is Qingyan Town? Brothers and sisters, let's hurry up!"

Fifty miles away from Qingyan Town, a group of thirteen figures flew from the sky like shooting stars. After seeing Qingyan Town, Feng Yan couldn't help but exclaimed with joy.

A Qianjianzong disciple from the eighth level of Xuanyuan Realm was puzzled and asked, "Senior Brother Feng, what are we going to do in Qingyan Town? Although it is the burial place of the Misty Rain Sword God three thousand years ago, there are no treasures there."

"Junior Brother, what you said is wrong. Our Qianjianzong is the purest swordsman in Lingnan County, and the Misty Rain Sword God is a senior in the way of swordsmanship. Since we are junior swordsmen, since we are here, how can we not pay our respects to our ancestors?"

Feng Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled proudly.

The other twelve true disciples of Qianjianzong nodded one after another, looking at Qingyan Town in front of them, they couldn't help but have a sense of reverence in their eyes.

Every swordsman has the purest love for the sword. Qianjianzong regards himself as a swordsman, and the disciples in the sect naturally have a kind of admiration from the heart for their seniors in the way of swordsmanship.

Feng Yan looked at this scene and sneered in his heart, a bunch of idiots, I hope you can come out of here alive.

He looked back, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, if he hadn't seen that fragmented picture from an ancient book in Chuanfa Hall, how could he have come to Qingyan Town?

"The inheritance of the Sword God of Misty Rain, which has not been discovered for three thousand years, is mine!" Feng Yan clenched his fists tightly, his heart beating violently.

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In Qingyan Town, Xu Ying and Lin Tianheng, who saw Feng Yan's thirteen people with their own eyes, were stunned. Someone really came, is it really an old friend?

"Feng Yan was discovered fifty miles away?"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly felt an inexplicable fear of silence.

Feng Yan is the ninth heaven of the Xuanyuan Realm, and he led twelve fellow disciples to form a sword array. The thirteen people resonated with their true essence, forming a faint appearance of a giant sword on their body surface. The giant sword guarded them as they entered Qingyan Town and resisted. The fierce sword intent is ubiquitous.

"Hey, is there anyone?"

Feng Yan's expression suddenly became gloomy, and he saw a faint footprint in the dust on the ground not far away, his eyes turned sharply, and he shouted coldly: "Go!"

After walking a few more steps, he saw footprints again, this time on a boulder, and the walker should be very anxious.

Judging from the distance between the two footprints, combined with the special terrain of Qingyan Town, it is not difficult to guess the cultivation level of the owner who left the footprints, which made Feng Yan's heart sink slightly.

There was a bloody smell next to the third footstep. Feng Yanzhen took a sword qi, and found a dark red streak from it, which should be the trace left after cutting the blood.

This made him overjoyed. Looking back, he saw suspicion in the eyes of several Qianjianzong disciples, and he laughed and said, "This is the footprint left by the thieves of Wanmozong. I never expected to come to Qingyan Town to pay respects to our ancestors." To be able to get some credit is because the Sword God of Misty Rain is protecting us in the dark."

"Junior brothers and sisters, follow me, and kill demons and demons!"

Three miles away, Ben took out the black robe from the treasure storage, and Lin Tianheng, who was about to tear it apart, heard Feng Yan's faint laughter, looked strangely at Silence.

Shaking his head silently, looking at his nose, nose and heart, he said calmly: "This is his own court for death, so we can't blame us."

Xu Ying: "..."

Lin Tianheng: "..."

One day later, Feng Yan and others followed their footsteps and went deep into Qingyan Town twelve miles away with difficulty. In the sea of ​​fog, Feng Yan seemed to see a faint ray of blackness, and said happily: "Everyone, juniors and sisters, the traitors of the Wanmo Sect Right in front of my eyes, behead him with me to sacrifice the spirit of Yanyu Sword God in the sky!"

When the twelve true disciples of Qianjianzong heard this, their eyes glowed, and the already sluggish giant sword glowed again, shaking away the ever-increasing sharp sword intent.

In the central area of ​​Qingyan Town, an old man in black robe opened his eyes, his cold eyes seemed to have penetrated the three-mile sword energy, and he saw Feng Yan and others.

"What kind of ants really dare to step on this old man?"

Bailian Demon Lord Jie Jie sneered, stood up, one step was half a mile, the sharp sword energy was shattered wherever it passed, and within five or six steps he reached Feng Yan and the others.

Feng Yan's complexion changed drastically. As early as the Bailian Demon Lord took the fourth step, he knew that he had miscalculated and provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked.

But he was also decisive, gathering the strength of twelve true disciples of the Thousand Sword Sect, and finally chopped off the sword when the Bailian Demon Lord fell on the sixth step.

boom!

The thirteen members of Feng Yan joined forces with a sword, and were crushed by the claws of Bailian Demon Lord. A powerful riot of true essence swept in all directions, and even the natal sword energy left by Misty Rain Sword God was swept away.

The formation of Feng Yan and others was broken immediately, and they were unable to resist the frontal blow of the Duotian Realm powerhouse, vomiting blood and flying backwards.

Among them, two Qianjianzong disciples were exhausted and did not have time to condense the shield of true energy. They were pierced by the sharp sword energy and turned into hedgehogs. In the end, every drop of blood and every strand of flesh attracted the sharp sword energy again.

It wasn't until the traces left by those two people in Qingyan Town were completely shattered that the riotous sword energy slowly returned to normal.

Bailian Demon Lord was also shaken, and was pushed back ten feet away, a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"If it wasn't for me being injured by that damned thing, you ants are also qualified to injure this old man?"

Bailian Mojun looked ferocious, and appeared in front of a true disciple of Qianjianzong in a flash. After crushing the neck of that disciple of Qianjianzong with one hand, he went towards another disciple of Qianjianzong.

"Walk!"

Feng Yan was terrified, even his life was in danger, so why would he dare to go to Yanyu Sword God to inherit it?

The remaining ten Thousand Sword Sect disciples were all terrified by the Demon Lord Bailian, flying around in a panic, and the Demon Lord Bailian slapped one of them to death, venting the depression of the past few days, extremely happy.

Xu Ying and Lin Tianheng, who were watching this scene from three miles away, were also terrified. The gap between the Xuanyuan Realm and the Duotian Realm was really too great. He also subconsciously wanted to escape.

But the figure in front of them gave them an inexplicable belief, as if as long as he stood here, nothing was irresistible.

"Eldest brother..." Xu Ying looked at the silent figure, her eyes were in a trance, and she murmured softly.

"I'm so talented that it's no problem breaking through to the Duotian Realm, and there's even a glimmer of hope to break through to the Law Realm!"

"I am powerful, and it is common for me to leapfrog the ranks to kill the enemy. I have a place in the hidden dragon list!"

"I'm still young, and I still have a lot of time. Having time means infinite possibilities... Zhao Yuyao, Liu Yijian, Lin Ran, will eventually be the souls of my sword..."

"I still... don't want to die!"

Feeling the approaching shadow of death, Feng Yan fled in despair, trying to escape from Qingyan Town, but the breath behind him clearly told him that he had nowhere to go.

At this moment, Feng Yan saw the silence, and shouted: "Brother Shen, I finally found the inheritance left by the Sword God of Misty Rain, come with me and kill these thieves from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, the inheritance of the Sword God of Misty Rain, I Give you half!"

Feng Yan spoke slickly, but he didn't stop on his feet. Seeing the silent three people walking towards him, he was overjoyed, and secretly thought that the sky will never stop me, so you three trash, die for me!

Suddenly, a long sword pierced his heart.

"I wanted to wait until after the demon resistance before taking your life. I'm sorry, but I made a mistake." Shen Mo drew his sword and bounced Feng Yan away. His body, which had lost the protection of the tyrannical essence, was pierced by countless sharp sword qi, erasing his existence in the world. The last trace of this world.

"Kill Feng Yan, the stolen character, and steal all his cultivation!"

Silence looked at the Bailian Demon Lord who was walking towards him, and the Wandao Stealing System still showed that it could not be stolen.

"There are still three ants? I have lived in seclusion for many years, I never thought that there are so many young people in Lingnan County who are not afraid of death." Bailian Mojun looked at the three silent people and laughed evilly.

Mo Mo slashed down with a sword, and the cultivation base of the fourth level of the Xuanyuan Realm frantically rushed to the Huangpin sword, and another sword energy suddenly appeared in the endless sea of ​​​​fog...

Bailian Demon Lord saw a touch of purple, so countless purple sword lights appeared in his body.

The purple sword light exploded in his body, and countless strands of blood mist emerged from his countless pores.

Supernatural powers: Ziqi is coming from the east!