Chatper 646 (1/2)

"Losing? Haha, joke!"

Jian Wuling sneered, but his heart has sunk to the bottom, because he is now trapped in this Qingyi Tianmu sword formation, and the thirty-six main flying swords are hard to hit!

"In my sword formation, your life no longer belongs to you! Come!"

With a wave of Chu Yan's hand, a phantom of Tianmu in the Qingyi Tianmu sword formation turned into a giant sword gang and smashed it directly towards the sword and martial spirit!

"Body Protection Sword Formation!"

Jian Wuling shouted violently, and spit out eight flying swords from his mouth. The eight flying swords revolved extremely fast around it, forming a dense sword shadow to protect it.

"It's useless!"

Chu Yan smiled faintly. As a sword cultivator, Jian Wuling's skills are all on top of the sword array arranged by the thirty-six flying swords. At this time, the flying swords are not around, and the outcome is already divided!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Chu Yan drank violently three times in a row, moved it casually, and the three sword gangs transformed by the phantom of Tianmu slashed past!

After slashing dozens of times in a row, the sword and martial arts have become more and more difficult to resist!

"It's now!"

Chu Yan's eyes lit up, the muscles in his feet instantly swelled to the thickness of a bucket, and he stomped on the ground!

Whoosh!

"boom!"

The people on the square were still waiting anxiously. At this moment, a noise came from the cage composed of the forty-nine and Tianmu phantoms. The next moment, a figure vomited blood and flew out of it. , fell directly under the ring.

The phantom of Tianmu dissipated, and seventy-seven forty-nine black-gold flying swords hovered above Chu Yan's head.

At this moment, the white-boned palm of Chu Yan's right hand is still in front of the palm print!

Under the boost of the golden-patterned divine leg, the real spirit nine flashes and the fifth flash, the speed is so fierce, that Chu Yan is like a cannonball. Blast away the sword shadow of the sword and martial arts, and printed it on its chest.

At this moment, the wound on Chu Yan's chest was sloping and the blood was blurred. This was caused by a high-level sword qi spell released by the sword and martial spirit at the last moment. You are the one who loses!

Chu Yan sighed in his heart that the Sword and Martial Spirit has sword qi magic in his body, and he has been using it all the time, waiting for a chance to kill, but he is still careless.

But no matter what, Chu Yan won!

Under the arena, Jian Wuling's clothes on his chest were all torn apart, and a huge palm print appeared on his chest, and the skin on his chest had turned blue-purple and was frozen with a layer of frost, with broken bones faintly visible!

They won, Chu Yan won, the disciples won, and after paying a certain price, the Celestial Body Sect challenged the Sword One Sect and finally won!

There was no sound in the whole scene for a long time!

This scene is really shocking, and even makes everyone feel a little incredible. A man who has been famous for a long time and the number one of the younger generation in Yuzhou has just been defeated by a young man who is only twenty-five years old and is at the eighth level of Jindan stage!

Everyone knows that the history of Yuzhou has been rewritten, and the first person in the younger generation of Yuzhou has changed hands!

"Chu Yan, mighty!"

"Chu Yan, mighty!"

"Chu Yan, mighty!"

...

After a short period of sluggishness, the countless young and old disciples of the Celestial Body Sect all roared loudly, their eyes filled with reverence!

It was this young man who brought the Celestial Body Sect to the hall of honor step by step!

The highest honor is only one step away!

"Failed!"

Jian Wuling was unwilling to flow down the water, clenched fists, nails have penetrated into the flesh!

"Brother Jian, you can't do this, this is not the way of cultivators in Yuzhou!"

"Brother Jian, cheer up!"

Xuan Tianba and Bao Yunfeng walked over and said.

Jian Wuling's mind turned around, nodded sharply, got up from the ground, and said with a pale face: "General Chu, I look forward to fighting you again!"

"If there is a chance, definitely!"

Chu Yan's face was also slightly pale and smiled.

In the battle with Sword and Martial Spirit, Chu Yan went all out for every blow, and now it consumes a lot of money!

"Alone on the heights, is that what you want?"

In the distance, Zhan Xian'er looked at the figure above the arena, the figure admired by thousands of people, with a trace of resentment on his face.

"Boss!"