Chapter 893

These people, who have been poured down by the blood wave, are all scalded by the boiling blood.

And they are not dead yet, standing in the same place, shaking, showing a lot of bones.

Chu Yan gave a cold hum, and the eight wasteland halberds swept fiercely.

Bang!

All of a sudden, these friars were directly blasted, as if they were firecrackers. The whole thing exploded, red and white, mixed into a thick mass, and exploded all around.

The friars around us can't help staying together.

From just now to now, more than 50 monks died under Chu Yan.

Those friars who rushed to the front and wanted to kill Chu Yan first, without exception, were swept by him.

A direct move is not only killing, but also exploding.

At the moment, there is no complete corpse lying on the ground all around. All of them are incomplete.

The eight wasteland halberds in Chu Yan's hands are full of blood today.

At this moment, everyone on the scene can't help but start to reevaluate Chu Yan's strength.

According to the triple perfect state of Ning Mai Jing in Chu's speech, it should be equivalent to the triple perfect state of five Ning Mai Jing, the triple perfect state of 25 Ning Mai Jing and the double perfect state of 125 Ning Mai Jing.

At this time, the number of monks at the scene was no less than 300.

And there's a steady stream of people coming.

There are more than 300 monks at the scene. It's impossible that every one of them is lower than Ning Mai Jing.

It's not even an exaggeration to say that there are almost none of them below the double pulse state.

There are at least 50 or 60 people in the three levels of pulse setting.

Almost one fifth of them are triple coagulation.

But even so, he rushed to Chu Yan and was killed by him instantly.

That kind of crushing terror almost makes people despair.

At this time, some people have been scared by the blood at the scene, and they doubt whether it is a wise decision to come here this time.

At this time, Chu Yan raised his mouth and showed a mocking smile.

"Why, are you afraid?"

A man with eight wasteland halberd stood on the rolling corpses, like killing gods in blood.

"Are you kidding? You're going to die today!" In the crowd, there was a burst of drinking.

Chu Yan's eyes instantly locked.

The man was swept by Chu Yan's eyes. Suddenly, he felt a chill coming up his spine, and his scalp was numb.

However, even so, he said: "no matter how strong you are, there are more than a hundred monks here..."

"Even if it's over ten thousand, I'll kill it." Chu Yan interrupts directly, "you are a disciple of Wan Haimen!"

The man was in a daze.

He did not expect that Chu Yan could recognize his identity so quickly.

In fact, among the monks present at the moment, there are some disciples of Wan Haimen.

Their purpose at this time was not to kill Chu Yan, but to stir up the emotions of the people in the crowd, and to let the monks on the scene come forward one after another, and constantly rush to Chu Yan's reward.

But they didn't expect that Chu Yan, who hadn't seen him for a year, had been promoted to a great level. Not to mention, his strength was even more terrible than before.

It is clear that there are three levels of pulse setting, but it gives people a feeling of deep strength.

At the moment, the enemy of one hundred did not even breathe.

Even if you don't breathe, then the aura in your body is always light.

But now, what is more depressing is that the aura in Chu Yan's body seems to be endless, and there is no sign of exhaustion.

Seeing Chu Yan looking at himself, the disciple's eyes flashed fiercely and sneered: "yes, I'm a disciple of Wan Haimen.

Chu Yan, you are full of evil when you kill our disciples. Today you are doomed! "

"Too much nonsense." Chu Yan stepped forward.

In a flash, the air all around exploded.

"To kill him, I will be rewarded by all the people in the world!" The disciple just felt that his scalp would burst, and he quickly backed back and yelled.

According to his experience, Chu Yan's physical strength is far beyond imagination. At the moment, as long as you keep away from each other, you can be much safer.

At this time, the WAN Haimen disciple saw Chu Yan open his mouth to him.

"Break the wind god thunder!"

A flash of white light.

The wanhaimen disciple, who was still retreating rapidly, was immediately hit by the white light.

The next moment, hiss, explodes into a misty blood fog.

All of them were stunned.

They all thought that after fighting for such a long time, Chu Yan had displayed all his moves.

But just for a moment, the first is blood coagulation, and then the second is breaking wind and thunder.

And both of them are techniques!

All of a sudden, Chu Yan gives people a sense of not only his aura, but also his trump card.

"This guy must be carrying a lot of treasure!"

"He must have a great adventure in canshen mountain!"

"If it wasn't for a big adventure, how could it have such a strong strength?"

"Eight out of ten of these two techniques are from the dog god mountain!"

"Don't be afraid, let's work together to kill him and share this wealth!"

At this time, a roar sounded in the crowd.

These friars at the scene, seriously speaking, were the fugitives among the friars.

If you are not an outlaw, who will come to the dog mountain to search for treasure at this time.

You know, today's dog god mountain is the most chaotic moment.

So at the moment, hearing someone's agitation, and Chu Yan's performance, it really seemed that he was carrying a treasure and had an adventure in the dog mountain.

Seeing someone rush forward again, all of a sudden, almost everyone's greed conquered reason again.

If you are afraid of death, come to the dog mountain.

The opportunity to soar is just around the corner.

Don't you see that as long as you kill Chu Yan and rob him of his adventure, you will be the one who can defeat 100 with one!

If you don't fight, how can you go further on immortal road!

Suddenly, all the people around rushed to Chu Yan again.

No matter how strong you are, you have only one person.

What's more, your realm also determines that it is absolutely impossible for you to kill all the people here.

As long as the consumption to the end, the victory will be us!

These thoughts, at the moment, are full of the brains of these monks at the scene.

All of a sudden, all kinds of voices, all kinds of martial arts, and even techniques, smashed in the past toward Chu Yan.

In an instant, the infinite aura collapsed, and all kinds of sharp edges and critical attacks crossed, rubbed and vibrated in the air, as if they were transformed into boundless glow, earth water fire and wind, and severely suppressed Chu Yan.

These friars' faces are now full of madness, like wild animals waiting to drink blood.

"Hey, what a bunch of people who are not afraid of death."

At this moment, Chu Yan, who is in the center of the storm, has no panic on his face.

He looked up, his eyes full of mockery and ridicule.

"A group of local people want to kill my tiger.

Now I'll let you know what it means to be invincible at the same time! "