The sharp edges were like lightning and thunder in the sky, intertwining into a net of heaven and earth, covering Chu Yan.
All vitality is destroyed at this moment.
All escape routes were blocked.
"You can't escape!"
"Diet to the point of death, you still dare to speak stubbornly!"
"Prepare to steal his head!"
"The head is a certificate, don't be taken away!"
"Go to die!"
The monks who were besieging him all their eyes turned red at this moment.
Everyone's faces said greed.
The reward from Wanhaimen is so tempting.
So what if you, Chu Yan, just showed strength?
Now we will take action together. With the strength of the group, no matter how capable you are, you will have no way to die.
Amid the loud tide-like sound, Chu Yan slowly lifted the Eight Destroyed God-Destroying Sphur.
"Listen—"
Chu Yan said.
What's strange is that his voice was so clear as the roars around him, as if it was said in the ears of everyone on the scene.
"My name is Chu Yan, but--"
"Many people call me a tiger!"
boom!
After the words came, Chu Yan suddenly held the Eight Desolate God-Destroying Sphur tightly.
A brilliant light burst out instantly and shot, as if it penetrated through all things and extinct the world.
"Big Sun Dragon!"
The flames poured out like a torrent of waterfall.
The bright and dazzling light, the magma-like temperature, instantly enveloped the scene.
The whistling edge was instantly swallowed, melted, and exploded.
Cracked!
In an instant, it is turned upside down and gorgeous, people's hearts are confused, the laws are sinking, and the sky and the earth are spinning.
Everyone at the scene couldn't help but feel a buzzing sound in their minds.
A fear arose.
Almost immediately, they all felt their souls start to tremble.
In the constant gushing flames, they seemed to hear the deafening roar of tigers.
At this moment, Chu Yan waved the Eight Destroyed God-Destroying Sphur again.
This time, his target was directly aimed at the enemy closest to him.
The immortal aura emanated from the Eight Desolation God-Destroying Sphur, as if it was to kill everything and destroy everything.
"Extremely angry sword!"
Extremely angry sword intent is a kind of momentum, a kind of martial arts, and a kind of spiritual perception.
It is not necessary to use a sword to display it.
As long as you understand the sword intent, even a willow branch or a chopstick can slaughter all enemies.
In an instant, the sharpness of the Eight Desolate Divine Spherpent shocked the Eight Desolate Liuhe and swept across the four directions.
Alas!
Cracked!
The monks who were touched suddenly screamed and were immediately beaten.
Before my body could fly out, I fryed it into thick flesh and blood on the spot.
Flames floated and blood sprayed.
At first glance, these monks burst into bright light at the last moment of their lives.
In an instant, all twenty or thirty monks around were blown into blood mud, scattering and spreading a thick floor.
A strange open space suddenly appeared in an area around Chu Yan.
At this moment, many monks showed fear on their faces.
Some people even trembled suddenly and fell to the ground.
At this moment, loud roars rang out among the crowd.
"Don't retreat, everyone!"
"Look at us!"
"This person will die today!"
After the words came, three figures suddenly jumped out of the crowd.
Bang Bang!
Each person shot a long iron cone in his sleeve, nailed it to the ground, forming a triangle, surrounding Chu Yan in the middle.
Each of these three iron cones is about four or five feet long, and is pitch black all over, with a bowl mouth thickness, and a fine and complex pattern on the surface.
"Inscription!" Chu Yan's eyes narrowed.
"Not bad!" One of the three said with a grim smile, "Chu Yan, you won't make any changes after you have suffered so many losses in your hands, our Wanhai Sect will not make any changes."
Before the man finished speaking, his eyes suddenly opened wide and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.
At this moment, the sound of gasping in the air was also heard around.
Because everyone clearly saw that Chu Yan's left arm suddenly became thicker and longer without reason, like a thick vine, pulling out a suffocating black shadow in the air and suddenly stretched out.
He stuck the monk's neck, thumped him into the ground with a loud bang, and then pushed forward several feet.
The monks along the way were so shocked that they all avoided them.
Someone who could not dodge was hit by the terrifying arm covered with thorny muscles. He screamed immediately. The blood and internal organ fragments in his mouth were sprayed and fell out. His face looked like gold paper, and he seemed to be inactive.
When Chu Yan took his arm back, the monk who was stuck in his neck was already dead.
Not only did he lose his breath, but his body was rubbed to the ground and thinned.
The ravines on the ground were filled with shocking crimson.
"No, the boundless formation of the sea!" The other two monks in front of the iron cone immediately saw the expression, roared repeatedly, and slapped their five fingers hard on the iron cone.
With a buzzing sound, the patterns on the surface of the iron cone glowed with a blue light.
Suddenly, a sticky blue color filled the triangular area surrounded by these three iron cones.
Chu Yan, who was in this area, immediately felt that his body was as if he was soaking in the sea.
Not only was the fishy sea breeze full of breathing, but it became extremely difficult to move the body. More importantly, Chu Yan couldn't step on the ground at this moment, and his body suddenly floated out of thin air, as if floating in the
Same in the sea.
"He can't hide!"
"Good opportunity!"
"Kill him!"
Everyone showed joy on their faces, and no longer hesitated, the sword lights and sword lights suddenly bombarded Chu Yan like a flood discharge.
boom!
It's like a ball that is inflatable to the extreme ends up exploding.
The area surrounded by three iron cones expanded to twist, deformed, and finally exploded suddenly.
The rolling air wave swept and overturned the monks who were closest to the nearest.
The group of people spit out blood and fell out, and fell like gourds on the ground with the people behind them.
The disciples of Wanhai Sect who were guarding one of the iron cones were smashed into two halves by the flying iron cone at the moment the formation exploded.
However, this disciple is not dead yet, crawling around and wailing in pain.
But at this time, no one paid attention to him at the scene.
Everyone looked towards the chaotic center with nervousness and excitement.
"That guy's body won't be blown to pieces."
"It's really hard to say."
"If even the head is broken, how can you get the reward?"
Just as everyone was talking, a sudden scream came from the crowd.
"How is this possible!"
With this trembling shout, the scene suddenly became quiet.
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes for a moment.
In the slowly spreading dust, Chu Yan held the Eight Destroyed God-Destroying Sphur in his hand and was looking at them with a cold look.