The rolling flames, like falling meteors, instantly "burned" the monk in.
Boom!
In the flames, this monk at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm felt as if he had fallen into boundless purgatory, swords and seas of fire.
The endless flame condensed into gods and demons, turned into sharp edges, tearing his body hard.
Almost instantly, the robe on his body was torn to pieces.
This shocked him.
"My robe is enough to withstand the attacks of ten sixth-level monks in the True Immortal Realm on a day and a night, and this guy actually destroyed my robe with just one blow!
No wonder the Lei family brothers died at his hands!”
The cultivator at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm was shocked and angry. The spirit body in his body was circulating violently. When his wrists shook, a ring on his finger suddenly shone out with water-like ripples.
The void around suddenly cracked and shattered like a mirror.
The flames also fell continuously with the broken void and turned into darkness.
Feeling the craze around him faded, the monks at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as I was about to remind my companions around me to seize the opportunity, suddenly, a sword light fell from the sky again, as fast as lightning.
Swish!#@$&
"ah!"
With a scream, the fingers of this eighth level monk in the True Immortal Realm were cut off directly.
The ring on his finger flew out in an instant.
"What are you?" Looking at Chu Yan who was holding the ring not far away, this cultivator at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm had his facial features twisted.
Chu Yan glanced at him coldly: "Die! Four sword styles!"%&(&
The terrifying sword light fell down with the sword flames, as if it was a surging flood, pouring down.
The space around was suddenly thrust into holes and turned into muddy beaches.
This cultivator at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm was immediately beaten away hundreds of miles, with scars drawn from his body, and blood sprayed out from it.
The other dozen monks also retreated step by step.
One of the sixth-level monks in the True Immortal Realm could not dodge. The Taoist body and the body-protecting true energy were split into two halves by Chu Yan from the middle. Then he was swept into the storm and crushed into a thick bunch of blood.
rain.
"Chen Qing!"
I don’t know who shouted in grief and anger.
Before this sound fell, the remaining sixth level of the true immortal realm let out a painful roar. In an instant, more than ten large holes were poked by the sword light, and the body was like a piece.
Rotten meat fell from the air like a rotten meat.
Relying on the powerful explosion, everyone was suppressed in an instant. Chu Yan was about to take advantage of the victory and no longer gave the other party a chance to join forces. Suddenly, a lot of palaces fell from the sky and smashed them hard at him.
Chu Yan raised his sword and slashed him.
The sharp edge divided the palaces into two from the middle, and all exploded in the sky.
Chu Yan was also forced to retreat a hundred miles.
The next moment, the monk who was called Head Mu appeared at the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm.
His eyes shone with cleverness, as if the blade was rushing to his throat, looking at Chu Yan: "Kill my subordinates and seek death!"
After the words came to his voice, he raised his hand and grabbed it and pulled it.
Tens of thousands of tall buildings suddenly appeared above Chu Yan's head, and suddenly poured out to him.
The rolling heavy pressure smashed the sky through, and countless hurricanes, whirlwinds, and storms formed strangulation, and they wanted to destroy Chu Yan.
As soon as the monk at the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm took action, Chu Yan felt the pressure.
He took a deep breath, lifted up and slashed out hard.
"Four Sword Styles!"
The sword light soared by 100,000 feet, stunningly straight, like a divine pillar that broke through the sky, suddenly piercing through thousands of tall buildings.
But the strong pressure was like ten thousand giant dragons, falling violently.
The void around Chu Yan collapsed instantly and turned into black holes one after another, pulling him into it.
"Don't give him a chance!" Leader Mu roared, and while directing everyone to attack Chu Yan, he was even more in charge. His arms trembled, and giant dragons turned into a pitch-black spear in his hand, revealing the abyss
Average despair stabbed Chu Yan hard.
In an instant, the heaven, earth, sun and moon seemed to have been dyed ink.
Endless nothingness, terror, cold, dead silence, rushed towards Chu Yan like a tide, and instantly drowned him.
"It's worthy of being the ninth level of the true immortal realm!" Chu Yan's eyes narrowed, and endless fighting spirit burst out in his eyes.
This was the first time he felt pressure after coming to the ancient country.
Even though he was besieged by those more than ten cultivators before, Chu Yan felt a little tricky, but with one move, he could still kill the weakest link, and even suppress more than ten people on the other side in a short period of time.
Then, then
But at this moment, as soon as he fought with the cultivator at the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm, he felt the other party's strength.
However, this aroused Chu Yan's competitive spirit.
"I am inferior to the third level of the True Immortal Realm.
At the fourth level of the True Immortal Realm, I will kill you!" Chu Yan squeezed out a sentence between his teeth.
"I won't give you this chance!" Leader Mu sneered.
The black spear in his hand stabbed millions of violently.
Suddenly, it was as if the night had come and the eternal night had come, and everything would return to nirvana.
In the depths of the void, it seemed like there was a hand of despair, and the hand of the god of death was about to cut off Chu Yan's vitality.
"There is no way out here and there is no way to go to the earth, and you have no help. I see where you escape!" Leader Mu believed that Chu Yan had no means.
Even though Chu Yan has strong ability to surpass the level, there is still a gap between the third and ninth levels of the True Immortal Realm that cannot be crossed.
At this moment, Chu Yan suddenly turned his hand and sneered, "Do you really think I'm going to be in a panic when I entered the ocean of the prime minister?"
"Hmm?" Leader Mu was stunned.
Looking at his subordinate who flew towards Chu Yan, who had all kinds of killings and showed his peerless style in the ground, water, fire and wind, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
The other party’s third level of the True Immortal Realm is really too calm.
The next moment, he saw Chu Yan slashing towards the void beneath him.
"Four Sword Styles!
The Kingdom of Gods and Demons!”
boom!
Bang!
The almost solidified void trembled suddenly, and then it exploded through a huge hole.
The monk at the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm was shocked and found that a vacuum area appeared in the gun that he pricked out of his rage.
Looking at the direction of the hole, Leader Mu's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had thought of something, and exclaimed: "Come back quickly!"
But it was too late to issue a reminder at this moment.
Chu Yan rushed out of the void full of dead silence like a bolt of lightning, falling directly towards the island below.
Before he arrived at the island, he raised his hand and grabbed it. A hundred thunders quickly gathered in his palm, concentrated, and then slapped it downwards.
The sharp lightning, as thick as a stone pillar, shines so that people can't even open their eyes.
Thunders seemed to be about to penetrate a big hole on this strange island.
Just as lightning was about to slash the island, a shocking roar suddenly came through the dense forest.