Spiritual Furnace

Chu Yan is about ten meters away from the ghost.

Suddenly, its silhouette flashes, instantly disappeared in place!

In the air, afterimage left, in the twinkling of an eye, Chu Yan appeared in front of the ghost.

“You lost!”

A faint phrase, the bloody long knife that violently shakes and wants to break free is held tightly in his hand. Chu Yan’s backhand slams his hand, and the next moment is directly inserted into the chest of the ghost.

“puff!”

The blood splashed out, the ghosts bowed their heads, and the eyes were violent, and the eyes at the blood knife inserted into their chests.

You can pickle the magical tool by hand, and flash to the front of you with a thunder, and hit a serious injury. This way, Chu Yan’s cultivation base is definitely far more than the Qi Condensation period.

The bloody long knife pierced the heart of the ghost. Although the Immortal cultivator was powerful and not dead, it was impossible for the ghost to fight against Chu Yan.

The ghost’s head is scattered, dead, and desperate.

He knows that he is defeated!

Chu Yan raised the ghost’s head with one hand, and the ghost body under the secret skill was nearly twice as big as Chu Yan huge. This visual gap shocked everyone’s mind.

“Hand-picked bloody magical tool? This…”

“How can the guy’s hand be so hard, even if he is the hand of Xuan Jin, but without the support of enough strength, it is impossible to take the knife, the power of this guy… Is he really only the Eight Condensation period? ”

“How did the last hit Chu Yan do it? I only saw an afterimage…”

……

At this time, all the people’s heads could not be turned, and Chu Yan’s means had completely exceeded their expectations.

“How could this be!”

Qi Tianlie immediately screamed, complexion was ugly.

It was already a no-brainer, but I didn’t expect it to end up in such a result, and this is not the first time.

“You are destined to be stepped on by me in this life. Last time, this time, it will still be!”

Chu Yan looks at the ghost’s first sneer, and the words slammed the body of the ghost on the ground, and then slammed on the face of the ghost.

“Oh!”

The shattering of the face bones came out, but the ghost did not feel a trace of pain, and the heart was filled with humiliation and despair.

“Are you right? My First Senior Brother!”

Chu Yan sneered, while at the same time a violent water ball flew to the front door of the ghost.

“Hey!”

Also the mysterious evil ghost face burst open, and a terrifying face appeared in front of everyone.

Oh, it turns out that he has been understood what!

Jumping beam clown? The ridiculous one also feels that the winner is in the grip! At this moment, the ghost first felt that he was so small.

“That is, lacquer carving!”

“How could this be? Is this guy not dead long ago?”

“What exactly is going on?”

……

Countless people screamed at the same time, and the scent of lacquer carving and grazing by Chu Yan had already spread throughout the feathers. At this time, the lacquer carving and grazing were resurrect again and the defeat of Chu Yan was so powerful that it was shocking everyone. eyeball.

“Ha ha ha… Chu Yan, today you can win me, I only hate God for being unfair to me, killing me, giving Laozi a happy!”

The lacquer carving and grazing at this time are all gray, only I feel that it is a shame to survive in this world for a second, and its face is screaming.

“Painting and grazing, I will not kill you today, I will let you live with the fear of me like an ant oriental!”

Chu Yan is a faint phrase, but it is with the momentum of despising the world.

“puff!”

When the blood splashed, Chu Yan pumped out the bloody long knife and turned around. This kind of lacquer carving has no threat to him. Killing him will only dirty his hand.

“Ha ha ha…”

Suddenly, the lacquered eagle laughed.

“Ok?”

Chu Yan eyebrow is light.

“Chu Yan, it seems that in the end you still can’t take the life of Laozi. Laozi’s life is only for himself. If there is an afterlife, my lacquer carving will make you have no bones!”

“Hey!”

The lacquer carvings were screaming, and the words were shot toward the forehead.

At the same time that the palm fell, a voice rang in Chu Yan’s ear.

“puff!”

Under the palm of the lacquer carving, the seven bleeds, and the corpse of the cold corpse fell on the platform.

“Flying Dragon, Chu Yan wins!”

The voice of the referee singed the whole scene, and the tsunami-like cheers came over.

Chu Yan’s face was not a touch of joy, his brows wrinkled down the platform, and his ears were still thinking about the last moment of painting and carving to his own sound transmission:

“Qi Tianlie wants to start with Hua Mengqi!”