Chapter 474

"What a coincidence?" Chu Yan looked at the other side, the corner of his mouth cocked up, "me too."

Shua——

Wang Ningshan's pupil instantly shrinks into a point, the whole person is stunned, just like a statue.

He finally understood where he had lost.

He underestimated Chu Yan!

Wang Ningshan always thought that Chu Yan not only survived but also became a monk because of some coincidence.

But he never thought that Chu Yan was a monk who had entered the sect!

At this time, Wang Ningshan's brain, crackling, as if lightning, many fragmentary memories, now in his mind splicing, composition.

Before that, in fact, there was a lot of information worthy of his attention.

For example, the appearance of Chu Yan must be relied on; For example, he once heard that the former crown prince of this Prefecture was just a "useless man" who was very poisonous and had only Zhenwu realm. But now, standing in front of him, he was a monk who had been in Zhenwu realm for only two years!

In fact, this information was placed in front of his eyes from the beginning, but he didn't take it to heart at all.

"I, I -" Wang Ningshan's lips moved.

Before the chest was pierced, he did not feel so afraid, in a flash, his face was white as a piece of paper.

At this time, Wang Ningshan heard the chorus of Wan Haimen's disciples from behind him: "help deacon Wang!"

"Kill that sanxiu!"

"Together!"

"Let him see the power of wanhaimen!"

……

"Fool!" Wang Ningshan wants to scold at the moment.

He is a disciple of the sect, and I can't stop him with one shot. Even if you rush up together, you're not enough to plug your teeth. Run!

Wang Ningshan wanted to remind this group of apprentices.

But it's a pity that Chu Yan can see his purpose at a glance.

Without waiting for Wang Ningshan to open his mouth, Chu Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed each other's forehead with five fingers.

Whoa!

A head was taken off by him.

Wang Ningshan died in his grave.

His cavity without his head stood for a moment, gushing blood and falling to the ground.

Deacon Wang's death made these wanhaimen disciples completely angry and lose their reason.

"Don't let him go!"

"Kill him and avenge the Deacon!"

In a flash, more than ten figures came from the Qi and Qi dynasties.

"You're too weak. You let me down a bit." Chu Yan shook his head, looked at the group of wanhaimen disciples, and slowly raised his right hand.

Seeing this scene, Wan Haimen's disciples were surprised.

"This guy doesn't even want a weapon!"

"I just saw that his spear is at least nine sharp weapons, so I can defeat deacon Wang!"

"Now that he has no weapons, he is a tiger without teeth and claws. We have the advantage of numbers. He is dead!"

Just when the group of wanhaimen disciples' wishful thinking was crackling, they saw that Chu Yan pointed a finger at them and spoke slowly: "blood coagulation finger."

In an instant, the blood red color covered the group of wanhaimen disciples.

The burst of light was like the fierce sword Qi. In a short time, all the twenty thousand Haimen disciples were shot into a sieve.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of corpses fell from the air like flies.

Bang bang!

Every body fell to the ground, splashing with blood.

The body of a monk is stronger than that of a mortal, and so is his blood.

Each of them gushed out more blood than a mortal.

At the moment, there are more than 20 thousand Haimen disciples, and their blood is like a spring.

A quiet scene, for a moment, you can clearly hear the sound, as if a river in the flow.

Everyone at the scene was completely dead.

It's acceptable that Chu Yan can defeat so many guards.

After all, in the past, he was the invincible myth of Nanyuan Prefecture.

But now he killed the monk of Wan Haimen. He was a fairy!

Just kill one. Now it's even easier to kill a group of ants. It's almost so easy to crush them!

Everyone was completely stupid, with eyes wide open and mouth wide open, enough to put in four or five eggs.

Chu qiangdong's chest fluctuated violently.

At this time, he saw Chu Yan looking at him.

The two men's eyes meet.

Chu qiangdong suddenly felt as if he had been stripped of his clothes and thrown into the snowy white wilderness. His whole body exuded uncontrollable cold from his bone marrow.

He's really here to kill himself!

And his ridiculous promotion is not the opponent of this guy at all!

Chu qiangdong had almost no thought and was about to run.

He didn't care about the dignity of the princess.

This kind of time, do not hesitate, must run!

Seeing Chu Qiang Dong's hasty turn, Chu Yan smiles.

The next moment, his face sank, he grabbed the lock soul gun and threw it.

"Chu Qiang Dong, you are going to die!"

Shua!

The soul lock gun, like a black lightning, pierced Chu qiangdong's shoulder and nailed him to the ground.

At this moment, Chu qiangdong felt as if he had been trampled on his back by a Nanman giant elephant, and his whole body fell heavily on the ground with inertia.

Bang of a, the ground splits, Chu strong east half body, all be associated to smash into the ground.

The smell of blood diffused in his mouth and nose.

Fear, helplessness, panic, these emotions, suddenly, filled his heart.

Seeing all the princes nailed to the ground, I don't know who yelled in the square. All of them suddenly stirred up their spirits and turned around to run.

At this time, Chu Yan sounded like thunder.

"I'll kill anyone who dares to run!"

The momentum of the friars stirred the changes of the situation in a flash.

Some people don't believe it. They are still rushing to the outside of the imperial city. Just at this moment, the gate of the imperial city is roaring, and the fire dragon rises in the air.

The group of people who rushed to the front didn't even have time to scream. In a flash, they were burned to ashes.

At the moment, the people who rushed behind and survived were full of fear. The flame in front of them was like a natural moat, blocking their way.

Looking at the ferocious fire, wusilanma looked at Chu and said, "you are really ready from the beginning."

Above the square, there were howls and cries.

But Chu Yan didn't care.

He continued to use the pace before, toward the east of Chu Qiang.

Chu qiangdong struggles to pull out the soul lock gun from his shoulder.

But Chu Yan's power, the power of half step spirit weapon, and where he can easily break away.

Twist a few times, in addition to let the wound become more painful, other no effect.

Chu qiangdong turned his back to Chu Yan and couldn't see how far the other side was away from him, but the other side's steps could clearly reach his ears, like a death knell.