Chapter 2213 (2/2)

”Chu Yan, you can't be forgiven for your crimes against your fellow disciples!” A monk in a green robe, surrounded by sword light, forms a huge ring, shakes out a trembling sound like the roar of dragons and tigers, and glares at Chu Yan.

Chu Yan glanced at each other indifferently: ”as the elder of Tianya sect, the moment you submit to Ziwei sect, you are no longer my classmate.”

When the voice falls, the five fingers of Chu language open.

Fingernails are shining with sharp golden light, a scratch in the air.

As soon as the monk's face changed, he waved his arms and raised his sword finger to drink.

The swords suddenly gathered in front of him, forming a huge sword with a width of thousands of feet and a height of tens of thousands of feet, just like a towering heavenly gate.

Whoa!

But the next moment, Chu Yan's five fingers were like tearing a piece of paper, tearing the huge sword open directly.

The rolling cyclone instantly oppressed the green robed friar.

Around a pair of eyes, are watching this scene.

The master of Tianya sect is also watching this scene.

As one of the elders of Tianya sect, the green robed friar can be ranked in the top five of the sect in terms of strength, except for the leader of Tianya sect and several elders who have not been seen for a long time.

Even higher than the elder of the palace of criminal law.

At this time, Chu Yan's attack can make people roughly judge his strength.

”Hun -” the green robed Friar's eyes glared round. Without saying the last word, he immediately stopped in the same place.

After a breath, his whole body appeared interwoven blood line, immediately bang, fried into countless pieces of meat.

The killing spear followed closely, burst into the center of the broken meat, twisted violently, crackled, and the whole void was turned into mud, which completely annihilated the spirit of the green robed friar.

Fear completely enveloped the hearts of the people present.

Tianya sect is now ranked in the top five strength of the elders, can not catch a move of Chu Yan.

The original sound of the sky shaking nine days, at this moment, fell into a strange quiet.

The family and clan friars who originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to share a piece of the cake seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar. They were all cold between breathing.

”This boy, how can he grow up so fast?” The master of Tianya sect stares at Chu Yan and plays with the tea cup in his hand. A gloomy look gradually appears on his expressionless face.

”Do I want to stop him now and sell my love to the emperor of Taiqing?”

Just as the master of Tianya sect was weighing the pros and cons, the wooden door of the thatched cottage was suddenly knocked open by a strong force.

When the patriarch was about to attack, a purple light condensed into a small sword suddenly flew in from the door and stopped in front of him.

Seeing the purple sword, he was ready to appear to stop the master of Chu Yan. He sat down and looked at the battle of Tianya sect as a spectator.

Or rather, it's a one-sided massacre.

”The friars of the ancient country are really watching the development of the situation.” Looking at Chu Yan who was more brave in the war, the patriarch murmured in his heart.

Vaguely, he had a very strange feeling.

Originally, he wanted to support Chu Yan to fight against the emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

But now that Chu Yan has grown up, he does not have the satisfaction of completing the plan. Instead, he has a sense of fear that the situation is beginning to lose control.

After pondering for a moment, the Lord of Tianya sect squinted at Chu Yan.

”You've grown a little too fast.”

This sentence is in the heart of the patriarch.

At this time, in the sky of tianyazong, all the chains suddenly shot out from a piece of blood, and countless lead gray clouds quickly came down from the sky, in which emerged countless angry golden armor warlords, attacking Chu Yan fiercely.

”This is the remaining means of Ziwei gate?”

Chu Yan sneered: ”it seems that without Zhao Wuji, you are all a group of local people!”

The voice falls, Chu Yan raises a foot to stamp.

Crackle!

Hundreds of thousands of miles of void, suddenly a shock, countless cracks appeared.

The monk of ziweimen was shocked to death in an instant.

Don't know how many crape myrtle door friars, even the reaction is too late, the body crash, burst into plasma.

Chu Yan's eyes, through the thick blood fog, looked at the ramshackle high-rise: ”don't you speak, you still don't move?”