Chapter 116 (2/2)

But at the same time, the man in black roared and rushed to Chu Yan.

All of a sudden, the air waves, which swept the mountains and the sea, swayed the branches of big trees around, such as the fierce wind and the torrential rain.

The speed of the man in black was faster than Chu Yan imagined. At the moment, it was like a black lightning, which triggered the storm. In an instant, the distance between him and Chu Yan was less than five Zhang.

”So fast!” Chu Yan was shocked.

The next moment, the figure of the man in black, like an explosion, gave out a roar, suddenly, all of a sudden scattered.

In an instant, Chu Yan felt that the other side was everywhere. He seemed to be involved in a vast ocean and could hardly breathe.

”These are all illusions. Only one is the real body!” Chu Yan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. His eyes flashed, and he swept back quickly. At the same time, he watched and listened to each other's real body.

Before in Langya Pavilion, He Lin miaoran's daily high-intensity practice helped Chu Yan at this moment.

A moment later, a shadow appeared in Chu Yan's eyes.

Almost at the same time, Chu Yan yelled: ”shadow eight wasteland boxing!”

Boom boom!

Facing one of the dozens of empty shadows, Chu Yan made a fierce fist, and in a flash, it seemed to stir up thunder and fire in heaven and earth. In the void, there was a burst roar.

Shua, Shua, Shua!

In the blink of an eye, all the virtual shadows around disappeared, leaving only one scene.

This is the real body of the man in black. At the moment, it's also fierce.

”Iron back fist!”

It's the same iron back fist, but it's played by the man in black at this time. It's totally different from yechen's.

The iron back fist of the man in black, almost in an instant, blasted the style of Chu Yan's fist, and hit Chu Yan's chest like a shell.

The air around him was oppressed by his fists, making a squeak.

Chu Yan's eyes flashed quickly.

The other side should surpass Lin miaoran in both speed and strength.

Almost without hesitation, Chu Yan immediately crossed his hands and blocked his chest.

Bang!

A violent collision.

Chu Yan's body was immediately blasted out, and a big tree behind him was knocked off.

To a person to open his arms to hold the tree, suddenly sawdust flying, suddenly fell to the ground.

Chu Yan twisted his body in mid air, bent his one knee, supported the ground with one hand, and then glided back three feet to stabilize his figure.

He looked up at the man in black in front of him. His face sank and he slowly spat out three words: ”Ning pulse state.”

Strength, speed and martial arts all beat him. Even Lin miaoran couldn't do it. The only possibility is that this man in black is not a warrior in real martial arts realm, but a monk in Ningmai realm!

Seeing that Chu Yan was hit by himself, it didn't matter. On the face of the man in black, a look of astonishment suddenly appeared.

A moment later, he regained his original cold look and snorted: ”no wonder you can kill my Ye family. It's a little powerful. You're right. I'm the elder of the Ye family. Ning Mai Jing, Ye Sheng! ”

Before the words fall, Ye Sheng rushes to Chu Yan like a black leopard again.

This time, he took out a long knife at his waist.

The sharp blade, like the lightning tearing the long night, cleaves the words of Chu.

”I see where you're going this time!”