Chapter 1752 (2/2)
This gully is like a natural moat!
If the ordinary friars realized that the amulet was refined by the friars of Zifu realm, they would be scared to get weak. It's serious to run away from here while their identity is not exposed.
But at the moment, Chu Yan suddenly inspired a stronger intention to kill.
Ghost killing pavilion has been bothering me for many times. It's just a amulet that can only be beaten, and it wants to scare me away?
I'll kill this man in purple!
Moreover, Chu Yan understood that the purple shirt man was only a part of heaven's mind, but he had the amulet refined by the friars in the purple mansion, which meant that his identity was absolutely not simple, and his status in the ghost killing pavilion was also absolutely unusual.
”I'm ghost killing Pavilion...” the man in purple shirt also wanted to show his identity.
”You're the one who killed me!” Chu Yan a violent drink, another arm waving in the air, ”cut inflammation!”
One hand is dead, the other hand is cut.
Ice and snow flying, fire Teng around.
”Three corpses dead language sword!”
”Taiyi lihuodao!”
The torrent of frost and fire poured out in the light of the Amulet of the purple man.
”Extremely angry sword intention!”
”Heaven's punishment!” Chu words a throw dead language, right fist a grip, light in the palm of the rapid condensation.
In Tianxing, there are eight sword lights. At the same time, they quickly turn around Chu Yan's right fist.
”Kill all souls in the world!”
”Cuiliuhuating!”
”Crossing the river Styx!”
”Jianling mountains!”
”Star River thunderstruck!”
With one hand, six flying swords were shot out and rotated rapidly to form a vast killing array.
”Hongmeng Xinghe formation!”
Boom, boom, boom!
At this moment, the earth seems to be trampled by the ancient fierce beasts, constantly collapsing and collapsing.
The deserted town dozens of miles away, this moment has been shocked into ruins.
Under the constant bombardment of Chu Yan, the light of this talisman began to fade gradually.
Because the talisman will only store the power injected by the refiner.
Every time he resisted Chu Yan's magical power, he would consume part of his strength, which could not be supplemented at this time.
On the contrary, the aura of Chu's words and the killing moves of Chu's words are just like the rolling river at the moment.
Chu Yan is fighting a war of attrition at the moment.
But for the purple shirt man, once the amulet loses its effect, it is his death.
At this moment, his face and eyes showed endless fear.
”Ghost killing Pavilion is just for collecting money. If you want to find Yuanye, it has nothing to do with me!”
”You know who I am! Although I'm just a shopkeeper of the ghost killing Pavilion, I'm actually... ”
”Shut up Chu Yan is a Taiyi from the fire knife cut down.
Like a raging fire, a deafening sound broke out, stifling the voice of the purple man.
At this time, Chu Yan had been bombarded wildly for a while, and he could clearly feel that the power of the talisman was at the end of the crossbow.
”Break it for me!”
Chu Yan takes a breath, like swallowing mountains and rivers. The aura in his body is booming. When he ascends to the extreme, he breathes, as if he can sink into the sun and the moon.
”Heaven's punishment!”
This time, seven flying swords in his right hand melted gold into iron, like the scorching sun.
With a grasp of the empty left hand, dark clouds in the sky suddenly drop and thunder rolls, as if to destroy the sky and the earth.
The man in purple shirt, who was blasted to the ground, seemed to have foreseen his own fate. His face turned pale and his whole body trembled.
Chu Yan's face was expressionless and his palms fell together.
”The sun god lightsaber formation!”
”Zixiao Thunder Dragon!”