Chapter 711

Breaking through the power of Chu rock, the attack of Huaqing language is even more terrible. Like a flood and tsunami, it devours Chu rock crazily, almost burying Chu rock in it.

But at this time, Chu Yan still stood in the center of the storm, no defense, as if stunned, so many people can't help but.

"Give up?"

"Why, if you can't steal other people's magic power, then you have no trump card?" Huaqing language proud of the way, in the light, the figure is still expanding.

"You said that you are not Chen Fengsheng. From the beginning to the end, you have always been extremely arrogant and determined my life. However, do you know that I really tried my best to kill Chen Fengsheng? " At this time, Chu Yan suddenly opened his mouth, and then his eyes twinkled with demonic light.

"What do you mean?" Huaqing language immediately frowned.

Not only Huaqing language, but also other people's eyes immediately coagulated. Does it mean that Chu Yan and Chen Fengsheng haven't used all their strength to fight each other?

Is that possible? Chen Fengsheng, the existence of the top 100 immortals on the list of immortals, is the younger brother of that person, and is himself a halo.

If Chu Yan didn't use all his strength, how strong would he be?

Chu Yan didn't respond, but at this moment, his breath was introverted. When he grasped the empty hand, there was a terrible sword meaning. In an instant, there was a clanging sword sound everywhere.

As soon as everyone's eyes were fixed, compared with just now, Chu Yan's life seemed to be a different person, and then there was no more Wanfa around him, but a unique breath.

Chu Yan is very unique at this time. He is not anyone, he is just himself, just like a young emperor.

many people have known for a long time that Chu Yan of Dragon League is good at using sword, but how strong his sword technique is, they don't know. Today, will he fight Huaqing language with sword?

Huaqing language seems to feel a strong chill. His clothes on his chest are violently shattered, and his body quickly retreats. However, it's not as good as before. Chuyan's sword seems to be everywhere.

"You are really strong!" Huaqing language finally did not escape a sword light, leaving a sword mark on his chest, which made his eyes colder, staring at Chu Yan.

"You disappoint me. You are weak." Chu Yan cold way, sword sound stronger.

"Defeat you, this move should be enough!" At this time, he put his hands together, and then countless pengying appeared behind him. His speed seemed to surpass the wind. There was a moment of mistiness between heaven and earth, which made it impossible for people to capture his position. Then, there were silver sword lights suddenly crossed, almost dazzled.

"Golden wings, thunder! Come on, sword

There are six words between heaven and earth.

For a moment, Hua Qingyu's face changed. He felt as if he had been under extremely terrible pressure. At this moment, the void seemed to be born with holy intention. A golden figure appeared in his mind, which was made by Chu Yan, just like a saint. This made his face even more ugly.

"The will of sages? Have you inherited the will of the sages? " Huaqing language roars.

Chu Yan is still dismissive, Peng demon saint in his mind left saint will, let him already have the power of Saint, so even if he has not really stepped into the saint realm, but still born a saint.

Hua Qingyu only feels that he is not facing Chu Yan, but a saint. The infinite power is frantically suppressed. He holds his hands high and constantly runs his vitality, trying to disperse the power from his mind. However, he finds that he can't do it at all. Instead, the power of the saint is stronger and crazily erodes him.

Finally, Huaqing language couldn't bear the power, and her body trembled, and she burst out a mouthful of blood.

"Bang!" It was almost a moment when the landscape was shattered.

"This..."

"Huaqing language, defeated!" Countless people's eyes were fixed. It was only long since the first World War of Chen Fengsheng that Chu Yan once again defeated Huaqing language.

Even the disciples of jianshenshan felt terrible for the terrible sword meaning just now.

"Prince!" As soon as Huaqing Xianchao's face coagulated, he rushed forward to hold it. Huaqing language was pale and looked up at Chuyan coldly, just as shocked.

"The son of the Immortal Emperor?" Chuyan is full of sarcastic smile, but Huaqing language is speechless. He didn't expect that Chuyan was so powerful and gave birth to sages' will.

At this time, the sword in Chu Yan's hand was slowly dragging on the ground, and his pace was very slow. Every step, the sword in his hand would leave a scar on the ground, and gradually he walked towards the Qing language of China.

As soon as everyone's eyes were fixed, the disciples of Huaqing Xianchao were even more nervous: "Chuyan, what are you going to do?"

"If you want my powers, you have to pay some price." Chu Yan calms down. At this time, he has come to Hua Qing language.

Looking at Chu Yan, Hua Qingyu's face was extremely embarrassed. He could clearly feel the killing intention released from Chu Yan: "I am the prince of Huaqing Xianchao. If you dare to kill me, I promise that there is no place for you to live in this world!"

"Ha ha, when he was defeated, he brought out the background to suppress people. This is the prince of Huaqing Xianchao?" Chu Yan laughably shook his head, and then calmly said: "but what you said is right. It's really troublesome to kill you, but if you take my magic power, you should pay the price. Is it you who release your fortune or I plunder you? ""You want to take my luck?" Hua Qing language eyes a coagulation, the other party unexpectedly want to seize his luck.

The standard of the entrance to the buried immortal cliff is purple Qi Yun. Once his Qi Yun is captured, he will lose the qualification of buried immortal cliff. At that time, it means that the immortal Qi Yun has no chance with him. This time, he has come to the end of the search for the immortal world.

"You are presumptuous Huaqing's disciples were also angry, and many of them took a step.

"Whoever goes forward one more step will collect the corpse for your prince." The sword light in Chu Yan's hand flashed and fell directly on Huaqing language's throat. The sword roared and cut a bloodstain. Now as long as he exerted a little force, Huaqing language would die.

"Roar!" The disciples of Huaqing Xianchao were very angry, but they did not dare to move. They could only glare at Chuyan.

"Hand it in." Chu Yan's insipid way makes the sword's intention more tight.

Surrounded by the terrible sword Qi, Huaqing language dare not gamble. Although Qi is precious, if you lose your life, everything will be meaningless.

"You'll regret it." Huaqing language roars low, with purple light rising slowly above.

"Whoosh!" But at this time, suddenly a terrible sword cut.

The sword was so fast that it seemed to appear out of thin air, which made everyone's eyes, including Chu Yan himself.

In the sky above Chu Yan, there was a huge sword. It was as merciless as the whole sky curtain. Just in a moment, the sword curtain had already reached Chu Yan, which made him have no time to dodge.

"Boom!" In a hurry, Chu Yan only raised his hands and formed a golden armor in his body.

Only in the next second, the huge sword stabbed directly and came out from the bottom. It ran through a thousand kilometers of land and smashed the ground directly. It was covered by yellow sand.

This sudden scene shocked everyone.

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