Chapter 139 Zhenwu Kills

A sword was swung out, and the sword intent was like a tide, surging in all directions!

The sword air and star rain poured down, Chu Yan's figure fell, the Clear Sky Sword in his hand flashed out again, and another sword light appeared.

Chopping sword!

With the power of slashing down with a single sword, there was no obstruction in the slightest, and the figure was shuttled, the wooden sword was like a dragon and the clouds, the sword energy was chaotic, the blood energy was poured down like the water of the nine heavens, and the incomparable power was like a huge wave!

The thought flashed, and when Chu Yan landed, another sword stabbed out!

A random sword, but with all his strength!

The wooden sword Haotian burst out with an incomparably astonishing bright light, like a scorching sun tearing through the clouds. It was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Immediately, in the entire space, the sword beams made a masterpiece, and the sword energy was like a dragon.

Most of the Blue Clothes Sect disciples could still resist the first move, the Sword Raising Stance.

However, the few swords that were swung afterward were all strong and forceful, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo.

The road of blood, the road of flesh and blood!

Extending along the ground traces cut by the sword qi, more than a dozen corpses fell down, blood flowing into rivers!

Among the more than twenty disciples of the Blue Clothes Sect, more than a dozen died under the swords of Chu Yan.

The rest of the people were dumbfounded!

horrible! terrible!

When the sword qi storm just came, these Blue Clothes Sect disciples only felt that the sky was torn apart, their eyes were full of light, and the coldness in their bones made them seem powerless to dodge.

The whole body trembled, staring straight at those sword lights rolling over, and it was too late to resist!

Whether it is Chu Yan's sword or that ghostly movement technique, they are simply not something they can match!

Moreover, in the blink of an eye, more than thirty disciples of the Blue Clothes Sect were beheaded.

This... is a fart!

escape!

In an instant, the whole body trembled, and the pale-faced blue-clothed sect disciples all turned around subconsciously and ran away!

As if, behind them, there is a devil, waving a blood blade, reaping life at will!

"escape!?"

Seeing several blue-clothed sect disciples turn around, Chu Yan's eyes lit up, a ray of coldness flashed, and immediately, his figure burst out.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Swinging swords, splashing blood, and throwing heads!

Several blue-clothed sect disciples who had just unfolded their movements, facing the direction of the blue-clothed sect camp, fell on their backs and died!

After beheading these few escaped Blue Clothes Sect disciples, Chu Yan quickly passed by them, stretched out his hand and waved, and put away the corpses one by one.

More than 30 corpses disappeared on the spot, even including the corpses who died in the previous battle, Chu Yan did not let go, and all of them were taken away from the Rakshasa space!

The cultivation base of these corpses is not low, the most important thing is that they are numerous, and there are some geniuses with extremely strong talents.

After the war is over, burning these corpses and refining them into infuriating energy will definitely help you improve your cultivation level again.

Afterwards, Chu Yan added to the middle area, flicked his robes, and when he stood up proudly, he raised his eyes and glanced in all directions.

All he could see were the dull faces. Whether it was the Blue Clothes Sect or the three major sects, everyone was absent-minded.

Suddenly, the scene of hundreds of thousands of people on both sides fell into a dead silence again.

More than 30 blue-clothed sect disciples in the Qi Refining Realm Nine Heavens were beheaded by Chu Yan in less than 100 breaths!

None survive!

Everyone is stupid!

No one believed what they saw in front of them!

Those are more than 30 warriors of Qi Refining Realm Nine Heavens, almost representing the disciples of one level of Blue Clothes Sect.

As a result, from today onwards, among the tens of thousands of disciples of the Blue Clothes Sect, there will be a blank fault. Except for the disciples of the eighth level of Qi refining, there will be only the disciples of the first level of the Xiantian realm.

All the disciples at the level of Qi Refining Realm Jiuzhongtian died at the hands of this black-robed youth!

What does this mean?

This is equivalent to destroying part of the foundation of a sect!

Not far away, the three figures in front of the Blue Clothes Sect's camp trembled slightly, and the violent killing intent rose into the sky.

"Nie Zha! Die for me!"

A loud shout, like a thunderous explosion, shocked everyone!

Among the three blue-clothed elders, the one in the middle had a gloomy face, blue veins all over his face, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

The murderous black cloud above his head suddenly solidified and turned into a huge palm, which was photographed towards Chu Yan Lingkong.

This palm print is mixed with deep infuriating energy. Under the urging, the wind blows violently, the color of the world changes, like the sky is collapsing, with the sound of continuous thunder, the power is loud.

Seeing that the black palm print was crushed by the head, covering the range of nearly a thousand paces around him, giving people a feeling of boundlessness.

In an instant, Chu Yan only felt that the sky was pressing down, his whole body was stiff, and the hair all over his body suddenly rose.

Danger! die!

A coldness rose from the bottom of my heart, penetrated straight to the bone marrow, and a deep breath of irresistibility and death enveloped Chu Yan's whole body.

Iron Cang! The elder of the inner sect of the Blue Clothes Sect has reached the second level of the True Martial Realm, surpassing Chu Yan by two full realms.

Between the sudden shots, Chu Yan didn't have the strength to fight back at all.

Facing the fatal blow, Chu Yan's eyes were red, the two cyclones in his body were spinning rapidly, and the black True Qi surged out.

Wait to die! ? No, never!

Chu Yan's violent infuriating qi kept pouring out, and in an instant, he felt that his stiff body suddenly loosened, and then, just as he was about to use his Rakshasa body, a vision suddenly appeared.

In the distance, a palm that was several dozen meters long came from the direction of Ling Tianzong. The mighty energy brought a gust of wind, and under the incomparable power, it was like a wild beast rushing towards it and slammed into it fiercely. On the black palm print in the air.

boom!

Two palm prints, one black and one white, collided abruptly, and exploded immediately. The violent outflow of energy directly sent Chu Yanzhen flying backwards, flying a thousand paces, before falling in front of the Ling Tianzong camp.

"Cang Tie! You are courting death...!"

Ling Tianzong Elder Wu's shout, like rolling thunder, condensed like energy, swept away towards the Blue Clothes Sect.

Just as Chu Yan was about to die, Wu Fa, the inner elder before the Ling Tianzong camp, took action in time and blocked the palm of the blue-clothed sect elder Cang Tie.

puff!

After landing, Chu Yan was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he was already injured.

Zhong De, the general of the Mad Bull Legion, with round eyes, suddenly rushed out and snatched back Chu Yan, who was a thousand steps away.

At this time, Chu Yan, with a pale face and blood on the corner of his mouth, stood beside Elder Wu, glaring at Cang Tie, the elder of the Blue Clothes Sect in the distance.

Although he was injured by the remaining strength of the two true martial arts powerhouses, fortunately, when the elder Wu Fa of Ling Tianzong shot, it was originally to protect Chu Yan, so the palm shot was from bottom to top. , holding the black palm print in the air.

Because of this, Chu Yan was only slightly injured.