Chapter 1893 (1/2)
Boom, boom!
In the sound of collapse and fragmentation, all the void around Chu Yan collapsed.
Innumerable shouts and murders, soaring smoke, surging blood, severely crush and sweep.
Chu Yan's body, like a leaf, will be torn up the next moment.
”Zhuxian split soul sword!”
In the storm, Chu Yan suddenly raised his hand.
Dead language sword in hand, suddenly burning hot white flame.
Deep in the flame light, it is like an endless volcano, constantly huff and puff, shaking out the glory of the sun.
At the next moment, Yan mang was divided into two parts, four parts and eight parts. In an instant, Jian mang cut ghosts and gods, and the sharp Qi frightened the immortals. With Chu Yan's sudden drinking, he cut away in all directions.
Woo woo woo!
As the blade sweeps across the cutting place, whirlpools emerge out of thin air. The world around is divided at this moment.
A series of ancient battlefields, which had not yet reached Chu Yan's head, were broken down and exploded one after another.
At this moment, the blood gathered into a long river of rolling blood, pounding everywhere, as if the sky had been pierced and missed.
”Well?” A hundred miles away, Mo Buyu's face sank.
Many of the monks who watched this scene were silent for a while, and immediately burst out a voice of exclamation and shouting, which was even greater than before.
At this moment, in their eyes, the rampant sword is like a wild beast, tearing the universe, one by one battlefield, one by one prohibition, under their fierce impact, one after another burst.
A series of spaces collapse everywhere.
Countless demons derived from the battlefield exploded at this moment, like firecrackers and fireworks.
At this time, I looked up into the sky, and the twinkling light would burn through the monk's eyes in an instant.
The sand on the ground is now hot, melting and becoming magma.
Don't know how many friars, at the moment repeatedly exclaim, hastily toward farther place retreat.
Many people are in a panic and fall into the magma.
If the realm is high and the vigorous Qi is strong, it's OK.
But if it's just a pulse setting state, once it falls in, it will burn so quickly that there is no bone left.
And in the sky, with a sound of concussion and roar, the stars in the sky were all knocked out of sight.
The original high hanging moon, at this moment, also appeared signs of collapse.
Mo Bu language repeatedly roars, the arm sinks again.
Boom!
The remaining dozens of battlefields were suddenly condensed, merged and reorganized. In an instant, they turned into a big hand covering the sky. The earth, water, fire, wind, magma, natural disasters, earthquakes, countless natural disasters and destruction gathered in the palm of their hands and gathered thousands of forces to suppress them towards Chu Yan.
”Die for me!”
Creak, creak, creak——
At this moment, this blessed place is distorted. There is a sound like steel plate being twisted everywhere, giving people a feeling of collapse and destruction.
The monks, who were still watching, were scared out of their wits at this moment, and they did not care to watch the war any more. They used all the means they could, and fled to the distance in a panic.
But at the moment, facing this big hand, Chu Yan is not afraid at all.
With the dead language sword in hand, his breath soared. Eight blazing swords revolved around him. The stars around him were moving in vain, as if they were immortal spirits.
The next moment, the eight swords gather on the dead language sword again.
The sword came out of its sheath and cut through the sky. With Chu Yan's sword, it seemed that there were sighs of the dead in the void. The sky and the earth were in a state of desolation, the trees were falling, and the breath of late autumn filled the air quickly.
However, after the sword was cut out, the awn of the sword disappeared quickly, as if the ice and snow were melting, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Above the big hand, Mo Buyu's heartstrings trembled.