Chatper 83 (1/2)

On the arena, Chu Yan and Guishou faced each other.

Before the confrontation, a strong killing aura spread throughout the arena. This is not an ordinary competition, this is a battle of life and death!

"The people of Feilongfeng are not very lucky, two talented disciples actually collided!"

"The atmosphere is a little wrong, don't they have some deep hatred!"

"Who do you think will win?"

"That ghost head has a high level of cultivation and looks like the peak of the eleventh floor of the Qi training period, and the blood-colored long knife in his hand is a blood-refining magic weapon that surpasses the best magic weapon..."

"Don't forget that Chu Yan killed Li Rouran on the eleventh floor of the Qi training period before! Who is the ghost head, have you heard of it before?"

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There has been a lot of discussion in the stands. Because of Chu Yan's amazing performance in the past few games, there are many people who are paying attention to him. Among them, there are not a few people who are optimistic about Chu Yan's ability to win, but there are also many people who are somewhat concerned about the ruthless methods of the ghost head. Palpitations.

Chu Yan's eyes were fixed on each other. Ever since he saw the ghost head for the first time, Chu Yan always felt that there was an aura that made him very familiar.

And this guy looks like he will never die with him. Who is the person who has such deep hatred?

"Chu Yan! I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

After a short silence, the ghostly hoarse voice came out of the mouth.

"Hiding your head and showing your tail, and yet not daring to show your true face, I'm a little curious, who are you?"

Chu Yan's eyes were like torches, staring at the mask of the evil ghost, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Hiss, the one who killed you!"

The ghost head sneered, and that laughter also made people feel eerie.

"If you have the ability!"

Chu Yan said lightly, but with an extremely powerful momentum.

"Hiss, today you are sure to lose, I will scrape your flesh piece by piece, kill!"

Gui Shou's words were extremely confident and arrogant, but he was not lacking in caution. He saw a flash of light from the savings bag on his waist, and a bloody long knife flew out instantly.

Blood Refining Tool: Blood Drinking Knife.

Immediately, a strong bloody smell spread out.

Chu Yan smiled faintly, his feet moved suddenly, his body quickly changed his position, and at the same time his fingers moved towards the ghost head at extreme speed.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of blue fingers flew out in an instant, and every two or three blue fingers fused together during the flight, and finally turned into more than ten blue fine mang fingers to hit the ghost head head-on.

Low-level seven-pattern spell: Profound Gang Shui Jin

Now, Chu Yan has reached a very terrifying level for instant casting of spells and spell fusion. Through spell fusion, Chu Yan's spells under the ten lines can be instant cast.

"Is this your method? It's so weak! Bloody dance!"

The ghost head sneered, and his eyes were full of disdain under the mask. He saw the blood-drinking knife dancing in the air at a high speed, turning into a bloody glow. The more than ten blue fine mans fingers that seemed to be ferocious suddenly collapsed. It broke, and the mist filled the air.

However, the mist dissipated, where was Chu Yan?

"It seems that you are very confident! But do you have the capital?"

Chu Yan's playful words rang in Guishou's ears.