Chapter 561 (2/2)

A stream of evil spirit and bloody breath came out of the fat friar. Many of the scattered practitioners around changed their faces. They could not help but step back. A look of fear appeared in their eyes.

Just when the fat friar thought that Chu Yan would be intimidated by his own momentum, he saw a strange smile on each other's face.

”So that's it. I'm relieved.” At this time, the fat man heard Chu Yan say to him.

A nameless anger was burning in the fat Friar's heart.

”Don't make a mystery. Go to hell!” With a roar, he rushed to Chu Yan. His long knife rolled up a bloody storm, like a torrent of bloody waves, and rolled down toward Chu Yan. In a moment, he was about to swallow him and twist him into pieces.

”It's up to you?” Chu yanha roared and waved his backhand.

WOW!

The friars around only felt a flower in front of them. The next moment, they were frightened to find that a huge sword as big as a door appeared in Chu Yan's hand.

At the moment when the sword appeared, the sharp edge broke out and broke up the bloody sword.

”How can this be --” a feeling of extreme fear suddenly appeared in the heart of the fat friar. He looked like a thunderbolt. In an instant, he cut himself to the edge in front of him. His eyes were wide open and he exclaimed subconsciously.

The next moment, with a hiss, his body was split in two by the wave sword.

Divided into two parts of the body, Bata Bata, mixed with steaming blood fell to the ground, viscera and intestines and so on, mixed together, sprinkled on the ground.

”How can it be!” The skinny friar was left. Seeing this scene, his sallow face turned pale in an instant.

”Why not.” As soon as his voice fell, he heard Chu Yan's voice, already ringing in his ears.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a strong hunting air.

The skinny friar trembled and turned his head subconsciously. Suddenly, he saw a palm with five fingers bent like dragon claws and tiger claws. It was fierce and violent. It became bigger and bigger in his pupils until it filled his whole eyeball.

”The angry dragon is hanged with a winch!”

Bang!

A blast, thin Friar's head, immediately by Chu Yan a palm blow.

Blood, brain, bone and meat, thick a big splash, all of a sudden sprinkled out.

But the thin Friar's body, which has no head, shakes twice before falling to the ground.

Chu Yan picked up the storage bags on the fat and thin monks, and without looking back, he walked forward, leaving a figure for everyone.

There was silence all around for a moment.

The group of sanxiu, who thought Chu Yan and Jiang panmeng were dead, now looked at the scene with surprise, fear, shock and disbelief in their eyes.

After a while, in the crowd, suddenly came a exclamation: ”look at that man! His feet! He's flying

The crowd hurriedly looked in the direction of the man's fingers, and immediately saw that Chu Yan's feet were hanging in the air, a fist's distance from the ground, and walked forward.

”Hiss”

In a twinkling, the sound of neat and cool air was heard on the scene.