Chapter 804 (2/2)

And just for a moment, Chu Yan had already run five li away.

”You can't go!”

”Stop him!”

Seeing that the reward was about to run away, the two monks of the three levels of Ning Mai Jing took the hand together in the crowd.

”Fierce wind takes life sword!”

”The stars break through the night!”

In a flash, endless edge, like meteors all over the sky, pouring waterfall, rolling towards Chu words.

The air around was cut and torn.

There were explosions on the ground and smoke everywhere.

The other friars who still want to rush up have to retreat at the moment.

The combination of the two is too powerful.

And it's not martial arts, it's all techniques!

Seeing this, Tang Mu and Huang Cong could not help sighing.

Because in this case, Chu Yan would be forced back.

The timing of the two monks' choice was excellent.

In this way, the distance of five li that Chu Yan managed to rush out before was a waste of effort.

At this time, a sharp edge, suddenly came a roar of Chu Yan.

This is also the first time Chu Yan has made a sound since it appeared.

”You use the stars, too?”

”The evil dragon of the yellow spring!”

Boom!

It's like a flat steel explosion.

A wave of air burst.

The endless dazzling edge was annihilated in an instant and exploded into powder.

All the people around felt that their brains were buzzing, as if they had been hit hard by a sledgehammer. Their eyes were black, and there was a smell of fishy and sweet in their throat.

The monk who used the sky to break through the night was stunned at the moment.

My technique is inherited from the clan. What's bothering you?

Then he saw the cutting edge in front of him burst and exploded.

The friar named Chu Yan was not only unhurt and did not step back. On the contrary, he made no progress and rushed towards himself as if there were nothing around him.

”You...”

The monk was stunned. He raised his sword and tried to push back.

But the next moment, he felt a flower in front of him, and then a pain in his shoulder.

Strong smell of blood, crazy into the nose.

When he reacted, he found that his right arm had been broken shoulder to shoulder, blood gushed out like money, and instantly dyed the ground red.

And his right arm holding the sword, now a whole one, was held in his hand.

”You deserve it?”

The friar saw Chu Yan grinning at him.

This smile, with contempt, with disdain, with dissatisfaction, with contempt.

Shua!

Then, he saw Chu Yan knead his own arm and burst it into flesh and blood mud.

His long sword, a sharp weapon of eight grades, was also broken into glittering powder by a pinch of his hands.

”This, this how possible!” The friar was completely shocked.

For a moment, he forgot the pain of his own wound.

I'm a triple of Ning Mai Jing, a level higher than the other side!

The other side faces itself, why is it like facing a paper man?