Chapter 893 (1/2)

These people, who have been poured down by the blood wave, are all scalded by the boiling blood.

And they are not dead yet, standing in the same place, shaking, showing a lot of bones.

Chu Yan gave a cold hum, and the eight wasteland halberds swept fiercely.

Bang!

All of a sudden, these friars were directly blasted, as if they were firecrackers. The whole thing exploded, red and white, mixed into a thick mass, and exploded all around.

The friars around us can't help staying together.

From just now to now, more than 50 monks died under Chu Yan.

Those friars who rushed to the front and wanted to kill Chu Yan first, without exception, were swept by him.

A direct move is not only killing, but also exploding.

At the moment, there is no complete corpse lying on the ground all around. All of them are incomplete.

The eight wasteland halberds in Chu Yan's hands are full of blood today.

At this moment, everyone on the scene can't help but start to reevaluate Chu Yan's strength.

According to the triple perfect state of Ning Mai Jing in Chu's speech, it should be equivalent to the triple perfect state of five Ning Mai Jing, the triple perfect state of 25 Ning Mai Jing and the double perfect state of 125 Ning Mai Jing.

At this time, the number of monks at the scene was no less than 300.

And there's a steady stream of people coming.

There are more than 300 monks at the scene. It's impossible that every one of them is lower than Ning Mai Jing.

It's not even an exaggeration to say that there are almost none of them below the double pulse state.

There are at least 50 or 60 people in the three levels of pulse setting.

Almost one fifth of them are triple coagulation.

But even so, he rushed to Chu Yan and was killed by him instantly.

That kind of crushing terror almost makes people despair.

At this time, some people have been scared by the blood at the scene, and they doubt whether it is a wise decision to come here this time.

At this time, Chu Yan raised his mouth and showed a mocking smile.

”Why, are you afraid?”

A man with eight wasteland halberd stood on the rolling corpses, like killing gods in blood.

”Are you kidding? You're going to die today!” In the crowd, there was a burst of drinking.

Chu Yan's eyes instantly locked.

The man was swept by Chu Yan's eyes. Suddenly, he felt a chill coming up his spine, and his scalp was numb.

However, even so, he said: ”no matter how strong you are, there are more than a hundred monks here...”

”Even if it's over ten thousand, I'll kill it.” Chu Yan interrupts directly, ”you are a disciple of Wan Haimen!”

The man was in a daze.

He did not expect that Chu Yan could recognize his identity so quickly.

In fact, among the monks present at the moment, there are some disciples of Wan Haimen.

Their purpose at this time was not to kill Chu Yan, but to stir up the emotions of the people in the crowd, and to let the monks on the scene come forward one after another, and constantly rush to Chu Yan's reward.

But they didn't expect that Chu Yan, who hadn't seen him for a year, had been promoted to a great level. Not to mention, his strength was even more terrible than before.

It is clear that there are three levels of pulse setting, but it gives people a feeling of deep strength.

At the moment, the enemy of one hundred did not even breathe.

Even if you don't breathe, then the aura in your body is always light.

But now, what is more depressing is that the aura in Chu Yan's body seems to be endless, and there is no sign of exhaustion.

Seeing Chu Yan looking at himself, the disciple's eyes flashed fiercely and sneered: ”yes, I'm a disciple of Wan Haimen.

Chu Yan, you are full of evil when you kill our disciples. Today you are doomed! ”

”Too much nonsense.” Chu Yan stepped forward.