Chapter Eighty-Five: Ghost Head?
Chu Yan was about ten meters away from the ghost.
Suddenly, its figure flashed and disappeared in place in an instant!
An afterimage was left in the air, and in an instant, Chu Yan appeared in front of the ghost.
"You're defeated!"
With a faint word, the blood-colored long knife that trembled violently and wanted to break free was tightly grasped in his hand, Chu Yan swung his backhand violently, and the next moment the tip of the knife was directly inserted into the ghost's chest.
"Poof!"
Blood splattered out, and the ghost lowered his head, his eyes wide open, and watched as the blood drinking knife was plunged into his chest.
He could take the blood refining weapon with his bare hands, and he flashed in front of him with a flash of thunder, seriously injuring him with one blow, this kind of means, Chu Yan's cultivation was definitely far more than the eighth layer of the qi cultivation period.
The blood-colored long knife pierced the ghost's heart, although the immortal cultivator's body was strong and he would not die right now, but under such serious injuries, it was impossible for the ghost to confront Chu Yan.
The ghost's gaze was scattered, and there was a dead silence, and he was already desperate.
He knew that he was defeated!
Chu Yan lifted the ghost high with one hand, and the ghost body under the secret method was nearly twice as large as Chu Yan, and this visual gap shocked everyone's hearts.
"Hard-catching the blood refining weapon with your bare hands? this..."
"How could that guy's hand be so hard, even if he was the hand of Xuanjin, but it was impossible to take that knife without the support of enough strength, this guy's strength... Is he really only the eighth layer of the Qi cultivation period?"
"How did Chu Yan do that last blow? I only saw an afterimage..."
......
At this time, all the people's heads were a little unable to turn, and Chu Yan's methods had completely exceeded their expectations.
"How so!"
Qi Tianlie immediately roared angrily, his face extremely ugly.
It was already a last resort, but I didn't expect it to end up like this, and this is not the first time.
"In this life, you are destined to be trampled under my feet, last time, this time, and will still be in the future!"
Chu Yan looked at the ghost and sneered, slammed the ghost's body to the ground as he spoke, and then stomped on the ghost's face with a kick.
"Click!"
The sound of the bones of his face shattering was heard, but the ghost did not feel a trace of pain, and his heart was filled with humiliation and despair.
"Are you right?
Chu Yan sneered, and at the same time, a ball of storm water in his hand flew towards the ghost's face.
"Bang!"
A mysterious demon mask exploded, and a hideous and terrifying face appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Hehe, it turns out that he already knows everything!
Is it a clown who jumps off the beam? It's ridiculous that he still feels like he has the chance to win! At this moment, the ghost feels that he is so small.
"That's it, Lacquer Carving!"
"Isn't this guy already dead?"
"What the hell is going on?"
......
Countless people screamed at the same time, the news that Qi Diao Mu was killed by Chu Yan had already spread throughout the Feather Sect, and at this time, Qi Diao Mu was resurrected again and was still defeated by Chu Yan with such a fierce strength, which simply shocked everyone's eyes.
"Hahaha... Chu Yan, today you can beat me only hate God for being unfair to me, kill me, and give Lao Tzu a good time!"
Qi Diaomu was disillusioned at this time, and he only felt that it was an incomparable shame to survive in this world for a second, and his face roared with a hideous hiss.
"Qi Diaomu, I won't kill you today, I will let you live like an ant with the fear of me!"
Chu Yan said lightly, but with the momentum of disdain for the world.
"Poof!"
Blood splashed, Chu Yan pulled out the blood-colored long knife, turned around and wanted to leave, such a lacquer carving herd no longer had the slightest threat to him, killing him would only dirty his own hands.
"Hahaha..."
Suddenly, the lacquer carving Mu laughed hideously.
"Huh?"
Chu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Chu Yan, it seems that in the end, you still can't take Lao Tzu's life, Lao Tzu's life can only be taken by yourself, if there is an afterlife, I will make you have no bones!"
"Bang!"
The lacquer carving herd hissed and roared, and after finishing speaking, he slapped his palm towards his forehead.
At the same time that this palm fell, a sound sounded in Chu Yan's ears.
"Poof!"
Qi Diaomu bled under his palm, and died instantly, and the cold corpse fell to the ring.
"Flying Dragon Peak, Chu Yansheng!"
The referee's high-pitched voice ignited the whole scene, and in an instant, the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis came.
Chu Yan didn't have a trace of joy on his face, and walked out of the ring with a slight frown, still recalling the words that Qi Diao Mu transmitted to him at the last moment:
"Qi Tianlie wants to attack Hua Mengqi!"
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