"Senior Brother Fan, how many sects can contribute after killing the top ten evil people?"
Chu Yan's words suddenly became like a breeze, instantly dissipating the atmosphere on the scene.
The long -lost fresh air poured into the lung cavity of Fan Cheng and others again.
Mu Xiaodong's eyes flashed fiercely, looking at Chu Yan.
Seeing that the other party was just a heavy pulse, in a sudden, a mockery smile raised.
Fan Cheng was stunned for a moment, and cold sweat broke out from behind.
My junior brother is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger.
However, when seeing Chu Yan's eyes again, Fan Cheng couldn't help but be stunned again.
When he saw Chu Yan staring at Mu Xiaodong, what he saw in his eyes was a desire to try, excitement, and desire.
This emotion was definitely not deliberately pretending to hide your panic.
Come back to his senses, Fan Cheng said: "Nanyun's top ten evil people are on the list of sects. Each person killed in the ranking is different. As for Mu Xiaodong, his head can be replaced with 60 sects.
Contribution point.”
"If you kill him, you can get the contribution points of the sect and you can enter the ranking. You must have a lot of treasures on your body. Senior brothers and sisters, what are you still hesitating about?" Chu Yan's lips raised.
Chu Yan's words immediately made everyone present feel enlightened.
Chu Yan's words were equivalent to retorting what Mu Xiaodong said just now, and immediately, Mu Xiaodong could no longer accumulate the pressure he had before.
"Bastard!" Seeing the changes in the eyes and momentum of Fan Cheng and others, Mu Xiaodong cursed in his heart.
However, he didn't show it on his face, and just smiled coldly: "Is that true? Then, I'll see what you have!"
He said "you", but when his body moved, he pulled out a string of afterimages and attacked Chu Yan violently.
Through observation, he had already felt that among the people, although Fan Cheng was the highest level, Chu Yan, who had the lowest level, seemed to be the backbone of everyone.
Mu Xiaodong couldn't understand why the lowest level of people would be the backbone, but he knew that as long as he killed Chu Yan, the remaining few people would be defeated!
This is the reason why killing a chicken to scare the monkey.
With the belief of killing, Mu Xiaodong came to Chu Yan with a bang, and his five fingers were like iron claws, and he inserted hard into Chu Yan's sky spirit cover.
He wanted to kill Chu Yan within one move and shock him on the spot.
"Double wood cuts the lotus leaves!"
Chu Yan has been on guard against him.
Just as Mu Xiaodong grabbed it with one claw, he raised his sword and slashed it.
"Waste things!" Mu Xiaodong sneered, grabbed the water knife, and clicked, folded the knife body into two sections.
"You're dead!" Mu Xiaodong yelled.
But at this time, he found that Chu Yan's face did not show the panic look in his expected.
"Is it scared?" Mu Xiaodong thought subconsciously.
But vaguely, he felt something was wrong.
It was precisely because of this little wrong that Mu Xiaodong hesitated when he started.
At this moment, he saw Chu Yan's wrist tremble, and a spear appeared in his hand at some point.
The gun body was pitch black, like a black dragon, and the gun blade was dark red, like blood and magma.
The breath of death spread in an instant, making Mu Xiaodong even feel a hint of chill seeping out of his bone marrow.
Mu Xiaodong looked up in surprise, just to look at Chuyan.
When he saw Chu Yan's calm eyes before, dazzling divine light burst out like stars.
"Damn it! This kid is cheating!"
Just when this thought flashed through Mu Xiaodong's mind, Chu Yan was already holding the Fierce Flame Gun tightly, the dragon went out to sea, and the iron-painted silver hook made a shocking shot.
"Bloody battle with the setting sun!"
"Mu Xiaodong, you can't imagine that I'm actually not good at using a knife!"
With a bang, a large stream of air was penetrated, bursting in the sky, and a deafening sound like an explosion of steel was bursting.
Mu Xiaodong's face changed suddenly.
Xueyang Gunssing Technique is a medium-level martial art obtained by Chu Yan from the Lin family in Changqing Town. This martial art is unknown. Although it was passed down from the ancestors of the Lin family, whether it is the ancestor or the current clan member of the Lin family, the Lin family is concerned about this.
Low-level martial arts are not taken seriously.
If they knew now that Chu Yan had used this human-level martial arts skill to exert the power of the earth-level martial arts, I am afraid that the ancestor of the Lin family would jump out of the ancestral tomb and serve tea and kowtow to Chu Yan.
"Fire Dragon!" Mu Xiaodong roared wildly, and his pale skin burst out like flames in an instant. His body suddenly twisted an incredible angle in mid-air, just avoiding Chu Yan
The death-breaking thorn.
Just as he was secretly glad that he felt his whole body numb, and his body was stiff in the air, not under his control.
"No, it's the inscription!" Mu Xiaodong took a deep breath and looked at Chu Yan who was sneering not far away.
From the movements of the other party's lips, he saw that the other party seemed to be talking about the words "Shining Thunder Inscription".
"Damn it!" Mu Xiaodong didn't expect that he would suffer a secret loss when he was careless. He was thinking about how to solve the current troubles, but at this time he heard Chu Yan shout.
"Senior brother and sister, do it!"
The next moment, the tide of offensives, like the storm waves that tore apart the fleet, hit Mu Xiaodong from all directions.
"Xiao Wu Xiangxing Finger!"
"The Wild Sword Technique!"
"Lingyu Sword Technique!"
"Stars and moons set in the sky!"
Cracked!
The falling Mu Xiaodong exploded with countless blood lines on his body, and then soared into the air again, falling far away.
The Rat King, who was originally clamped under his armpit, was blown into meat paste under this round of attack. His internal organs were mixed with steaming blood, and he spilled all over the ground, leaving only a rat's head, falling down.
He was on the ground, rolled a few times, and just rolled in front of Chu Yan, and was trampled under his feet.
Mu Xiaodong landed hard, and the red cucumber on his body had been thorned into pieces. There was almost no piece of intact flesh on his entire upper body. Some of the wounds were actually visible to the bones. A thick layer of blood was also covered with on his pale face.
The hair was messy, covering his chest, and looked at everyone in shock and anger, and he kept vomiting blood in his mouth.
Unexpectedly, in the case of disparity, several people could hit the face of Mu Xiaodong, Fan Cheng and others, and at this moment, they were shocked and happy.
Chu Yan had already expected this and smiled and said, "As long as you make rational use of the resources in your hands, use the small to win the big, and use the weak to defeat the strong, it is not impossible."
When everyone heard this, they nodded greatly.
Chu Yan had just used the thunder inscription pattern with just now, just when Mu Xiaodong was hanging in the air and could not move.
Even if it is a little bit worse, it will not have such a good effect.
At this time, Chu Yan looked at Mu Xiaodong with anger on his face and spoke leisurely again: "You are dead, because your current strength is not even one-tenth of your usual one."
Everyone was stunned again and looked at Mu Xiaodong.
A flash of panic on Mu Xiaodong's face showed that what Chu Yan just said was correct.