Chapter 804

In a short time, these friars, who were angry with each other, glared their eyes red and their nostrils opened back and forth, just like angry bulls, chased Chu Yan.

"Don't let him escape!" Huang Cong's eyes flickered and his wrist shook.

All of a sudden, a message symbol on the right lights up and disappears.

The next moment, the Tang Dynasty saw that the direction of Chu Yan's escape at this moment, there were some Taoist figures.

"He is mobilizing people to encircle Chu Yan!" As soon as Tang Mu's eyes were fixed, he understood Huang Cong's intention.

"Elder martial brother Tang, this matter will be settled soon, so you don't have to do it again, lest you dirty your hands." Huang Cong said with a smile.

There are at least twenty or thirty monks gathering around, plus those who are catching up at the moment. Among them, there are still some monks who are in the three levels of pulse setting.

In such a situation, Tang Mu did not think that Chu Yan might escape.

So after hearing Huang Cong's words, he went down the steps, carried his hands and nodded.

"Boy! Die for me

A tall monk was blocking the road of Chu Yan.

He was blind, which made his temperament look more ferocious and ferocious.

Roaring at the same time, he waved his huge sword, like a hurricane, toward Chu Yan.

All around the air, there is a constant burst of tearing, almost piercing the eardrum.

"Death

Chu Yan's face was expressionless, waving the eight wasteland halberd.

"Death gaze!"

The red and black light came like the will of death.

At this moment, the eyeball image produced by the violent shaking of the half step spirit weapon became more realistic because of the improvement of Chu Yan's strength and the change of light and shade.

That huge eyeball, dark, not the slightest whiteness, which is also full of dazzling red, like a pool of blood, frightening.

The monks who kept pouring in all around stopped involuntarily.

Then they saw the tall monk standing in front of Chu Yan, banging and falling apart.

Thick blood, was pulled into a red silk, mixed with broken meat and bone, the whole Peng fried.

And Chu Yan's body shape, just like the shell out of the chamber, the thunder breaking the cloud, suddenly passed through the blood fog.

The rolling blood fog, unexpectedly, was pierced by him out of thin air and turned into a blood ring, creeping slowly in the air.

"Hiss"

The friars around him could not help taking a breath.

However, Tang Mu and Huang Cong, who are far away from the town, are calm and mature.

Especially in the Tang Dynasty, now in fact, Chu Yan is more willing to kill than to arrest.

If you kill a guy who can't catch him for a month, doesn't it mean that I'm not as good as you?

It's about face.

Tang mu can grovel in front of heaven's mind, just like a dog to please its master, but he must not lose face in front of monks who are lower than himself.

What he thought at the moment was that it was better for Chu Yan to kill this group of miscellaneous fish.

Then he made the final move to turn the tide and set the world in one hand.

Only in this way can we show our peerless prestige.

Unfortunately, Huang Cong also has a general idea at the moment.

So at this moment, the two most powerful people on the scene did not make a move, but let the other monks to encircle Chu Yan.

"Ten thousand li idle court!"

Chu Yan smashed into the enemy directly, and at the same time, he waved the eight wasteland halberd fiercely.

In a flash, the edge of the star, such as the sun, burst open in front of everyone.

Two friars who tried to block Chu Yan were engulfed in an instant.

Crackle!

Scream, wail, with the blood wave, Qi Qi flew out.

The two monks who were killed almost died in the same way. They were both cut off by the waist.

Their faces, with fear and disbelief, fell to the ground and did not die for a while. They cried loudly and crawled around, with thick blood, pulling out a shocking trace on the ground.

And just for a moment, Chu Yan had already run five li away.

"You can't go!"

"Stop him!"

Seeing that the reward was about to run away, the two monks of the three levels of Ning Mai Jing took the hand together in the crowd.

"Fierce wind takes life sword!"

"The stars break through the night!"

In a flash, endless edge, like meteors all over the sky, pouring waterfall, rolling towards Chu words.

The air around was cut and torn.

There were explosions on the ground and smoke everywhere.

The other friars who still want to rush up have to retreat at the moment.

The combination of the two is too powerful.

And it's not martial arts, it's all techniques!

Seeing this, Tang Mu and Huang Cong could not help sighing.

Because in this case, Chu Yan would be forced back.

The timing of the two monks' choice was excellent.

In this way, the distance of five li that Chu Yan managed to rush out before was a waste of effort.

At this time, a sharp edge, suddenly came a roar of Chu Yan.

This is also the first time Chu Yan has made a sound since it appeared.

"You use the stars, too?"

"The evil dragon of the yellow spring!"

Boom!

It's like a flat steel explosion.

A wave of air burst.

The endless dazzling edge was annihilated in an instant and exploded into powder.

All the people around felt that their brains were buzzing, as if they had been hit hard by a sledgehammer. Their eyes were black, and there was a smell of fishy and sweet in their throat.

The monk who used the sky to break through the night was stunned at the moment.

My technique is inherited from the clan. What's bothering you?

Then he saw the cutting edge in front of him burst and exploded.

The friar named Chu Yan was not only unhurt and did not step back. On the contrary, he made no progress and rushed towards himself as if there were nothing around him.

"You..."

The monk was stunned. He raised his sword and tried to push back.

But the next moment, he felt a flower in front of him, and then a pain in his shoulder.

Strong smell of blood, crazy into the nose.

When he reacted, he found that his right arm had been broken shoulder to shoulder, blood gushed out like money, and instantly dyed the ground red.

And his right arm holding the sword, now a whole one, was held in his hand.

"You deserve it?"

The friar saw Chu Yan grinning at him.

This smile, with contempt, with disdain, with dissatisfaction, with contempt.

Shua!

Then, he saw Chu Yan knead his own arm and burst it into flesh and blood mud.

His long sword, a sharp weapon of eight grades, was also broken into glittering powder by a pinch of his hands.

"This, this how possible!" The friar was completely shocked.

For a moment, he forgot the pain of his own wound.

I'm a triple of Ning Mai Jing, a level higher than the other side!

The other side faces itself, why is it like facing a paper man?