The smile on the short monk's face gradually solidified.
He looked down at the spear that was sank into his chest, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.
Then in this expression, he saw the girl with a very delicate appearance, holding the other end of the soul-locking gun, supporting the ground with the other hand, and slowly stood up.
"You are not allowed to... meet the teacher..."
A low voice was made in the girl's throat.
It can be seen that she was so tired that when she was standing, her body was shaking slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow down.
But just as she said the last word, the soul-locking gun shook violently.
Immediately, the short monk who was pierced felt a terrifying force raging in his body.
"No!"
He had only had time to shout this word, and his body was torn into pieces with a thud.
Chen Qing shook her body again.
With a clang, she supported the ground with a soul-locking gun, so she did not fall to the ground again.#@$&
There was a shocking shouting of killing not far ahead, and she seemed to care nothing.
Turning his head with difficulty, Chen Qing looked at Chu Yan not far behind him.
Chu Yan's body was also shaking slightly at this moment.
Obviously, he has been trying his best to support it until now.
Turning his head, Chen Qing took a deep breath, and swept over to the slash of the knife, "Come on!"%&(&
...
Although he tried his best to stop it, it was impossible for Lin Miaoran, Chen Qing and the black-clothed puppet to stop the tide-like attack of the monks.
At this time, personal power has no effect at all.
Hundreds of magic weapons were knocked down in one round, and Chen Qing fainted on the ground again. Although the soul-locking gun was still tightly held in his hand, the gun body was broken into two pieces at this time.
The black-clothed puppet almost disintegrated. At this moment, it looked like a strange stalkworm. After turning around in place for a few times, it was chopped in half by a sharp sword light.
Lin Miaoran covered her chest, and blood dripped from the corners of her mouth.
Now her realm is naturally free of problems to deal with more than five levels of the same level.
But now there are probably five or six hundred monks with a level above her on the scene, not to mention those of the same level.
In this case, it would be amazing to be able to last about ten breaths.
In fact, Lin Miaoran and others supported a total of thirteen breaths.
Two people, one puppet, dealing with cultivators who are not much different from the level of three thousand, is no different from being a mantis armed in a chariot.
The scene of suddenly bursting and instantly killing the enemy in an unreasonable manner can only appear in imagination or in a novel.
After such a period of time, the zombies that were swallowed into the gate of hell have been nearly half.
Xu Muran stood in the crowd - he learned the lessons he had learned and was not standing in front at this moment.
A smile belonging to the winner appeared on his face: "Chu Yan, you shot yourself in the foot this time.
Even if you stop using the secret technique at this time, it will be useless.
Because you and your companions will die.
And I want to thank you, because you helped me solve half of the zombies and climbed the level of immortality for us, but cleared many obstacles."
Xu Muran laughed proudly.
He felt that the more proud he performed at this moment, the more it would stimulate Chu Yan.
After all, from his perspective, this is indeed the truth: Chu Yan took off his fun.
"three!"
But at this moment, Chu Yan, who turned his back to him, suddenly said a number.
I don't know what this number represents, but Xu Muran felt his eyelids jump suddenly.
After all, the psychological shadow that Chu Yan brought to him before was too big.
However, at this moment, Xu Muran looked at Chu Yan again, but saw Chu Yan's body shaking even more violently.
Looking at this back, it looks like a terminally ill person in the world, struggling to hold on.
But Xu Muran dared not be careless.
He gritted his teeth and was about to give an order to kill Chu Yan, Lin Miaoran and others quickly, Chu Yan's voice snatched him and came first.
"two!"
At this time, as long as you are not a fool, you will know what happens if Chu Yan says something.
So Xu Muran did not hesitate anymore.
On the one hand, he was worried that something would happen.
After all, even if the other party holds his heart to the death and uses this secret method to deal with them, it will be enough for them to suffer.
On the other hand, Xu Muran felt something was vaguely in her heart.
How could Chu Yan make such a big mistake?
It feels like the other party has dug a hole and letting himself jump in!
As soon as he thought about this, Xu Muran's scalp began to numb.
In shock and anger, he stopped hesitating and immediately shouted: "Don't give him a chance to kill these guys!"
Shen Qing, Su Yuqing, Yun Nishang and others who fainted on the ground, and Lin Miaoran had no power to fight.
Xu Muran now just wants to fight and decide quickly and chop these people into meat sauce early to make himself feel at ease.
With Xu Muran's order, the monks around him who had been ready to go roared and rushed forward.
A distance of dozens of feet arrived in an instant.
Countless sharp lights fell like storms, thundering towards Chu Yan.
The void was thrust into roars, exploded repeatedly, and fell into chaos.
At this moment, Chu Yan's last voice came from his mouth: "One!"
Alas!
A white light suddenly appeared behind him.
All kinds of killer moves were immediately blocked by the white light, and a dazzling spark was blown out.
The various lights that flew into the air made people's eyes sore that they could hardly look directly.
But Chu Yan was really unscathed after the light.
Even the Gate of Hell could steadily start to withdraw it at this moment.
The group of monks who rushed in the front, before they even approached Su Yuqing and others who were lying on the ground, were suddenly pushed away by an invisible force and collided with the people behind.
The scene suddenly fell into chaos.
The white light that protected Chu Yan was now rising from the ground in the form of light columns, wrapping Chu Yan and his companions into it one by one.
Lin Miaoran looked at the white light column that protected him in confusion.
She could feel that the light column was not about to trap her.
On the contrary, in this pillar of light, she could even feel a trace of spiritual energy, constantly gathering, rushing towards her dantian Qi sea.
And even the injuries I suffered before were exposed to were cool and comfortable, and the pain was greatly reduced.
"Who dares to ruin the good things about Ziwei Sect!"
Seeing this scene, how could Xu Muran not know what happened yet, and suddenly screamed in anger.
Why did kill Chu Yan cause so many twists and turns?
"Dare you dare to be enemies with Ziwei Sect, don't want to live anymore!"
He yelled and glanced around, trying to find out who was taking action at this critical moment and ruining his good deeds.
Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from the front, as bright as the universe, and with disdain, “Just because you are worthy of representing Ziweimen?”
"Who is it!" Xu Muran turned his head viciously and looked in the direction where the sound came.