Chapter 883

"The evil dragon of the yellow spring."

There are four words in my mouth.

Chu Yan raised his left arm and went directly to the sword.

On one side is the eye-catching Dao Mang in diyuanjing's hand.

On one side were his five fingers, which suddenly opened.

Dang!

The next moment, violent collision, came the crisp sound of the impact of gold and stone.

Circle after circle of vibration, into visible ripples, continue to spread away.

Chu Yan's feet fell into the ground.

And his left hand, also at this moment firmly grasped the knife.

"This..."

"How could that be?"

"Am I dreaming?"

After a short silence, there were continuous exclamations.

The eyes of those friars were about to pop out of their eyes.

At this moment, just in front of them, a monk of Ning Mai Jing, with his own palm, really shook the martial arts skills of the monk of Di Yuan Jing!

Any one of them would have been cut in half by now.

"You

The leading friar stares at Chu Yan at the moment, surprised and angry.

The other side actually used only one hand.

Now, he couldn't cut the blade one inch further.

"It's not just that."

Chu Yan smiles at each other.

The next moment, his face suddenly sank.

"Blood sacrifice Dafa!"

The ninth floor of Guixu tower.

Chu Yan's latest skill.

Burst of blood gas in the body, in an instant, gain several times more power than itself.

The leading monk's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, he saw that Chu Yan's arm rose several times out of thin air.

In a flash, like a thin vine, into a towering giant wood!

It's not only getting thicker and longer, it's also getting incredibly powerful in this moment.

At this moment, the leading monk even had an illusion.

What he is facing now is not a monk in the state of congmai, but a fierce beast in the form of human.

A real, ancient human beast!

There was a roar.

The leading monk felt as if he had been caught in a whirlpool in the sea.

In front of this unparalleled power, he is as weak as a mole ant, only being mercilessly crushed.

Bang!

The long sword, together with its aura, is suddenly smashed.

The bleeding palm suddenly stretched forward, jammed the leading Friar's neck and smashed him into the ground.

The ground burst open in an instant, exposing a big pit.

And the power is far from stopping.

With Chu Yan's arms rising, the leading monk was embedded in the ground and pushed forward.

Crackle!

The ground was washed away in a deep ravine.

A large amount of gravel and soil piled up on both sides of the gully.

The friars around, looking at this scene, were scared and silly.

When did they see such a scene?

First of all, Chu Yan's arm was just like a monster at the moment. They had never heard of it or seen it just because he was rubbing the Diyuan realm on the ground.

Now this scene, but the real "friction on the ground.".

At this time, there was another roar on the ground.

The hearts of the monks present trembled.

The huge shadow projected down, and suddenly, they saw Chu Yan's exaggerated arm, lifting the leading monk from the ground.

It's still holding each other's neck. The leading monk is like a chicken at the moment. He can't resist at all.

He didn't know how many broken bones he had. He only knew that the unspeakable pain came from every position of his body.

Feeling the pull of a force, the leading monk immediately opened his mouth and spurted out a big mouthful of blood arrow.

The next moment, the world turns.

"Wow."

"Hiss"

All of a sudden, there was an uncontrollable exclamation and a cold breath.

Because they see, Chu Yan at the moment single hand holding this leading friar, began to swing left and right, toward the ground hard fall.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

All of a sudden, they were stunned to see that the grand monk Yuanjing, like a broken sack, was caught in his arm by Chu Yan, and repeatedly over Chu Yan's head, and fell on the left and right ground in turn.

Let's go!

Again and again!

The ground was smashed and burst.

The stones were crushed and blasted into powder.

Blood smears, spreads, spreads, and mixes with dust, stone powder and soil to form shocking plasma.

One smash, one beat, all seemed to fall on the heart of these monks at the scene.

Someone has covered his chest, breathing hard, knees a soft, fell to the ground.

More people, big eyes, hold their breath, look up.

The figures, whose positions are constantly changing from left to right, are reflected in their pupils. They land again and again, then soar into the air, cross a semicircle arc, and then land again.

For a moment, the scene was so quiet that only the sound of the monk's body landing was left.

I don't know how long after that, when Chu Yan stopped his action, the leading friar of the land yuan realm had no breath and died.

To be more precise, it is difficult to identify where his breathing organs are now.

Waiting for Chu Yan to release his hand, when this guy's body fell to the ground, it didn't make a dull sound, but it seemed to be soaked with blood, and the rag on the ground made a sound.

A ball of rotten meat.

The bones were almost broken to bits.

The aura can be released and even protect the body. The body is more concise than that of the monk Ning Mai Jing. I don't know how many times the di Yuan Jing was smashed into flesh mud by a monk Ning Mai Jing in full view of the public.

Chu Yan took back his arm, which was enlarged by the blood sacrifice, looked at the people around him, and shook his hand at will: "who else?"

It's easy to write freehand and the tone is indifferent.

As if just killed, not the realm higher than their own monks, but just a half dead crucian carp.

It's quiet all around, and you can smell the needle.

Even many people did not have the courage to look up at Chu Yan at this time.

Gudong——

Someone had a hard time swallowing.

At the moment, I don't know how many people have dry mouth and cold hands and feet.

Wan Haimen's task is not so terrible as this man.

Chu Yan's eyes fell on the other ten thousand Haimen disciples at the scene.

In addition to nadiyuanjing, there were two or three wanhaimen disciples at the scene, mingling in the crowd.

They know the grudge between Chu Yan and his family.

At the moment, seeing Chu Yan's eyes sweeping towards them, these disciples were so scared that their faces were like earth color, their legs were soft, and they all collapsed to the ground.

If before, even if not against Chu Yan, they may have their own idea of escape.

After all, we are all in the land of yuan. We all have one shoulder and one head. If we really want to run away, you can't catch up with us in this intricate dog god mountain.

But at this moment, they did not even want to escape.

Chu Yan just strong cut, directly scared their courage.

"No, don't kill me, I can give you an important message!" At this time, one of the WAN Haimen disciples, unable to bear the huge pressure, cried out.