Chapter 105: The Devouring of Rakshasa

Chu Yan's sword has reached the realm of great achievement, and it has already touched a trace of sword intent, which is far from comparable to Xia He's swordsmanship and martial arts.

The bone scraping knife Xia He fell to the ground, his face pale for a while. He just desperately stimulated his true energy, which made the injury worse. Now he feels a little restless. However, Xia He still shot with all his strength. To Chu Yan.

"Two Instruments Four Elephants Knife!"

A two-meter-long infuriating sword light shot up into the sky and slashed down heavily, splitting Chu Yan's sword qi gust into two.

After the sword light broke through Chu Yan's sword-raising sword qi gust, it continued to slash at Chu Yan. However, it was already weak and had no threat at all, and was easily flashed by Chu Yan.

At this moment, the sword light disappeared, the strong wind of the sword qi stopped, and the two stood up to face each other again.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The bone scraper Xia He stared at Chu Yan, the corners of his eyes twitched as he spoke, but it was the back injury that caused him endless pain.

At this time, he felt that the longer he continued to fight like this, the more disadvantageous it would be to him, so he secretly made up his mind and was ready to go all out to kill this black-robed boy.

"Bone scraping knife, your knife skills are good!"

Chu Yan still had an indifferent look on his face, backhanded the sword, and said softly.

"But...you're still going to die!"

clang!

When Xia He heard the words, his face was startled, then he threw the knife aside, fell to the ground with a sound, and laughed loudly on his back.

"Hahaha, boy, your arrogance ends here, Lord let you see my true strength!"

The laughter landed, Xia He burst out, black energy lingered on his palms, and he suddenly slapped towards Chu Yan.

"Breaking gas palm!"

A huge black palm print slapped towards Chu Yan in the air, the sky was full of black energy, and the power was amazing.

Chu Yan's face tightened a little, this black palm print was just the palm technique used to deal with Huang Ruier and other four Xueyue Pavilion disciples, which was extremely strange and powerful.

The Clear Sky Sword was slowly raised in his hand, and just when Chu Yan felt the infuriating energy in his body begin to stagnate, suddenly, a vision suddenly appeared.

call!

As Xiahe's qi-breaking palm covered Chu Yan, the gray Rakshasa's true qi lingering around Chu Yan's body suddenly soared and rolled straight towards the black palm print in midair.

The gray Rakshasa True Qi went up against the air, making a whistling sound that stirred the wind and clouds. In this whistling sound, the Rakshasa True Qi swallowed the black palm print like a mad whale sucking water, and devoured it instantly.

"what!?"

"What kind of practice is this!?"

Xia He turned pale in shock, his body shook, and he took three steps back in fright, his face as pale as paper.

His own broken qi palm was actually swallowed by the true qi of the black-robed youth? And the boy didn't even move his fingers!

True Qi can swallow palm prints! ?

This is really unheard of, unseen and unseen!

hiss!

The next moment, Xia He glared at the black-robed boy in disbelief with his bull-eyed eyes, but his whole body trembled again, and he suddenly gasped!

I saw the black robe figure not far away, an invisible sword energy rose up from his body, the robe was hunting, and the endless sharp energy permeated.

In the next breath, he moved!

The thought flashed, and Chu Yan stabbed out with a sword!

random...! But to the fullest!

The wooden sword Haotian burst out with an incomparably astonishing bright light, like a scorching sun tearing through the clouds, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, but it disappeared in an instant, blended into the shadows, escaped, and it was difficult to find the slightest trace.

A sword qi just disappeared into the space, but immediately flashed out, emitting a dazzling sword light, and then disappeared again.

The sword intent was pointing at Xia He, a hundred steps away!

"What!? Sword Intent Great Perfection Realm!?"

Xia He suddenly felt an extremely terrifying force rolling over,

It seems to have integrated the power of heaven and earth, completely locking himself up, unable to move even an inch.

At this moment, Xia He's face was ashen, the hair on his body exploded, and in his horrified eyes, only that flickering sword light was left, getting closer and closer...

Chi!

The sword light instantly smashed through Xia He's body-protecting infuriating energy, passed through his body, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this time, in the entire Yayuan, the atmosphere was calm, and everything became quiet.

Whether it was Xia He, or Huang Ruier on the ground and her three classmates, they all looked at the scene in front of them with a dull expression.

Only... Chu Yan slowly retracted the sword into the sheath.

puff! puff!

Finally, the sound of blood spurting broke the brief calm in the courtyard.

Hundreds of blood mists sprayed out from Xia He's body at the same time. Immediately, his body was neatly divided into several pieces, fell to the ground, and above the rolling head, in a pair of horrified eyes, that dazzling sword light was permanently blocked. Freeze.

Bone scraping knife Xia He, dead!

Above the small building in the distance, Liu Rushuang and a group of women from the Yan family were dumbfounded, their red lips trembling slightly.

Before, when Chu Yan jumped down, they made them think that Chu Yan was just a youthful spirit and died in vain.

But now, with only a wooden sword, Chu Yan killed Xia He, the powerhouse of the second layer of the Xiantian realm, on the spot.

At the same time, Huang Ruier was lying on the ground not far away, her beautiful big eyes completely absent, her eyelids swaying slightly.

"This... this is the sword intent!"

Huang Ruier has been practicing swordsmanship since childhood and has been taught by famous swordsmen. Of course, he knows that swordsmanship is divided into small success, great success, perfection and subtlety.

However, after practicing swords for ten years, he has not even reached the realm of small accomplishment in swordsmanship. At this time, when he saw Chu Yan's sword intent, he didn't know it at all.

"Or some kind of powerful sword technique?"

Glancing at the black-robed boy not far away, Huang Ruier really felt that the other party was slowly restraining the cultivation level of Qi Refining Realm Seventh Layer, so she slightly frowned and had a little doubt about her judgment just now.

How could a young man in the Qi refining realm have the sword intent above the great achievement!

In the courtyard, Chu Yan's face was cold, but his heart was a little excited.

The sword just now was a sword that he made with all his strength after he realized a hint of sword intent.

With this sword, Xia He, the bone scraping knife of the second layer of the Xiantian realm, was beheaded.

This battle is of great benefit to the improvement of his swordsmanship. It is hundreds of times stronger than practicing against the sword test stone.

Lifting his foot to walk to Xia He's broken corpse, Chu Yan stared at Xia He, which was divided into several pieces, and said softly.

"The color is a bone-scraping steel knife, and it hurts people as well!"

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, he took Xia He's body into the Rakshasa space.

At this time, at the entrance of Yayuan, Liu Rushuang led a few women to walk quickly, ran to Chu Yan with excitement, and knelt down on the ground.

"Let the son be more generous!"

Liu Rushuang and the others were in the small building when they saw Chu Yan beheading Xia He. After being shocked, they all trembled with excitement, and hurried to thank him.

"It doesn't have to be! Get up!"

With a wave of Chu Yan's hands, he lifted Liu Rushuang and the woman behind her.

"Xia He is dead, my mission is complete, farewell!"

Chu Yan said indifferently, then turned around and floated away.

"Wait, who are you?"

Behind, Huang Ruier saw that Chu Yan turned and left, suddenly woke up, and hurriedly shouted.

"Ling Tianzong, Chu Yan!"

As the black-robed figure disappeared outside the gate of the small courtyard, a voice resounded above the small courtyard, resounding faintly like a morning bell and a twilight drum!

"Chu Yan..."

Huang Ruier's red lips parted lightly and muttered, and then she showed a charming smile.

"Chu Yan? I think we will meet again...!"

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