Chapter 528: Life and Death 24
Chapter 528: Life and Death 24
Bite!
Burst!
In the firelight, the flying knife turned into two, and the blood rushed to the sky.
"Ah......h
Yang Yan's exclamation broke the silence, at this time, Yang Yan was covered in blood, and the wound on his eyebrows was bleeding nonstop, and in front of him, the monk in the photo studio was extremely strange at this time, and a long sword that exuded a black aura pierced out from behind his head, like an outstretched tongue.
Bang......
The light of Erleng's whole body also burst out at this time, and the steel-like feathers on his wings turned into countless flying swords, defenses without dead ends, and indiscriminate attacks, but Yang Yan was not in his attack range, and all these changes came too quickly, so that it didn't have time to accept it.
"Uh-huh......"
Countless screams were remembered, and the unequaled number of sharp swords shot into the bodies of those monks who had no time to react.
At the same time as the sword rain gushed, the air was dark, and countless dense drizzles poured down like countless tiny steel needles, deeply penetrating into the soil and stones on the ground, and what was even more terrifying was that everything contaminated by these raindrop-like things was instantly corroded, emitting white smoke.
The monk who was injured in the sword rain of Erleng and had not yet reacted, he didn't know what he was facing at this time, the sword rain and this highly poisonous drizzle, the monks within a radius of two hundred zhang were basically killed in this blow.
"Ah......h
The screams were endless, and the monks who did not die in the rain of swords in Erleng also died because they were poisoned by the venom of the prostitution.
The scene of these two hundred feet is like hell now, and everyone who sees it is frightened.
The rain of swords had dispersed, the venom had vanished, and when people looked at the place again, there was white smoke rising from the ground and a thousand holes.
Grunt......
Swallowing his saliva, the people on the periphery couldn't help but ask.
"What about those people?"
There was nothing but a few smelling foams on the ground.
"...... Killed...... Done?"
They all broke out in a cold sweat, secretly glad that they weren't among them.
And in the most central position, Erleng's whole body was covered with blood, and the blood flowed, especially on the wings, without a single iron wing. The little lewd breath is sluggish, the whole body is soft, and he can't even lift his head.
Yang Yan's face was dazed and sluggish at this time, and he couldn't imagine that so many monks would die in an instant.
"You...... Are you all right?"
I don't know if they can understand, but seeing their situation, Yang Yan asked with concern. But there is another person, that is Dongqing, he is relatively close to Yang Yan, so he was spared, at this time he also couldn't help but tremble, he had never seen this kind of scene.
In front of Yang Yan, there was also a corpse that was pierced by countless sword rains, the monk of the photo studio. Yang Yan was wondering where the long sword on this corpse came from, but the monks outside had already woken up from the shock.
“
The spirit beast has lost its power, and it is an opportunity. ”
Everyone has found out about this situation, and if you don't make a move, you won't have a chance. So a dozen people jumped up in unison and killed them.
"Hmph, dare to rob my things, look for death!"
Meng Xinghai walked out, several flying knives revolving around him, and flew towards Erleng.
"Stop......"
Yang Yan's trembling body was difficult to stand, and her trembling hands held the long sword, staring at the incoming monk.
"How can a spirit beast have that sword valuable!"
Some people's goals from the beginning were the long swords in her hands that flew at a glance. They saw through it at a glance that Yang Yan was also running out of oil and lamps, and she had no fighting strength at all.
Dongqing was also on guard, but he was hesitating whether he should withdraw or not, after all, there was no miracle happening.
In a moment's time, the monks were already in front of them.
The faint sword light was of no use to those monks who had besieged the monks, and Yang Yan's sword light was like the light of a grain of rice facing Haori.
Closing his eyes, Yang Yan waved his sword weakly, trying to block a monk with a sneer on his face.
"You can't afford this sword!"
Boom......
Yang Yan just felt a wave of qi coming, and her weak body fell down softly.
"Is death like that, the pain can't be felt!"
She muttered to herself, but there was a commotion in his ears, and screams and screams.
He tried to open his eyes, but what he saw in his eyes made him unable to calm down for an instant.
"Hey, hey, hey......"
Long hair flying, clothes fluttering, a black sword, a blurred figure looming in the hazy black fog. No, it's a manifestation of materialized killing, and the killing intent is so intense.
"This ...... What kind of person!"
This monk couldn't even see clearly at this time, only endless killing intent lingered.
"Who are you......"
The monk appeared as if out of thin air, and without warning, a palm slapped on the head of the monk who was already close to Yang Yan, and in this palm, the monk screamed too late, his head cracked, flew upside down, and died.
It was a real monk in the late stage of foundation building, and he was killed like this.
"Hey, hey, hey......"
Hearing the questioning of others, the monk just let out a laugh that seemed to come from the netherworld, which made people's scalps tingle. Just when someone wanted to ask, the figure in the black fog had disappeared.
Yang ...... Yang Chen!"
Meng Xinghai trembled a little, looked at the strange monk who suddenly appeared in front of him, and said a word inarticulately, and what responded to him was only the black sword that Yang Chen suddenly swung.
"You ......"
In terror, the knife struck at him, and with two clangs, the knife snapped, and the sword swung at his throat in fear.
"If you want to kill me, you can't ......"