Chapter 474 (1/2)
”What a coincidence?” Chu Yan looked at the other side, the corner of his mouth cocked up, ”me too.”
Shua——
Wang Ningshan's pupil instantly shrinks into a point, the whole person is stunned, just like a statue.
He finally understood where he had lost.
He underestimated Chu Yan!
Wang Ningshan always thought that Chu Yan not only survived but also became a monk because of some coincidence.
But he never thought that Chu Yan was a monk who had entered the sect!
At this time, Wang Ningshan's brain, crackling, as if lightning, many fragmentary memories, now in his mind splicing, composition.
Before that, in fact, there was a lot of information worthy of his attention.
For example, the appearance of Chu Yan must be relied on; For example, he once heard that the former crown prince of this Prefecture was just a ”useless man” who was very poisonous and had only Zhenwu realm. But now, standing in front of him, he was a monk who had been in Zhenwu realm for only two years!
In fact, this information was placed in front of his eyes from the beginning, but he didn't take it to heart at all.
”I, I -” Wang Ningshan's lips moved.
Before the chest was pierced, he did not feel so afraid, in a flash, his face was white as a piece of paper.
At this time, Wang Ningshan heard the chorus of Wan Haimen's disciples from behind him: ”help deacon Wang!”
”Kill that sanxiu!”
”Together!”
”Let him see the power of wanhaimen!”
……
”Fool!” Wang Ningshan wants to scold at the moment.
He is a disciple of the sect, and I can't stop him with one shot. Even if you rush up together, you're not enough to plug your teeth. Run!
Wang Ningshan wanted to remind this group of apprentices.
But it's a pity that Chu Yan can see his purpose at a glance.
Without waiting for Wang Ningshan to open his mouth, Chu Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed each other's forehead with five fingers.
Whoa!
A head was taken off by him.
Wang Ningshan died in his grave.
His cavity without his head stood for a moment, gushing blood and falling to the ground.
Deacon Wang's death made these wanhaimen disciples completely angry and lose their reason.
”Don't let him go!”
”Kill him and avenge the Deacon!”
In a flash, more than ten figures came from the Qi and Qi dynasties.
”You're too weak. You let me down a bit.” Chu Yan shook his head, looked at the group of wanhaimen disciples, and slowly raised his right hand.
Seeing this scene, Wan Haimen's disciples were surprised.
”This guy doesn't even want a weapon!”
”I just saw that his spear is at least nine sharp weapons, so I can defeat deacon Wang!”
”Now that he has no weapons, he is a tiger without teeth and claws. We have the advantage of numbers. He is dead!”
Just when the group of wanhaimen disciples' wishful thinking was crackling, they saw that Chu Yan pointed a finger at them and spoke slowly: ”blood coagulation finger.”
In an instant, the blood red color covered the group of wanhaimen disciples.
The burst of light was like the fierce sword Qi. In a short time, all the twenty thousand Haimen disciples were shot into a sieve.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of corpses fell from the air like flies.
Bang bang!
Every body fell to the ground, splashing with blood.
The body of a monk is stronger than that of a mortal, and so is his blood.