Chapter 474: Chu Qiangdong, you are going to die

"Such a coincidence?" Chu Yan looked at the other person, his mouth raised, "So did I."
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Wang Ningshan's pupils shrank to a point instantly, and the whole person was still, like a statue.
He finally understood where he was losing.
He underestimated Chu Yan!
Wang Ningshan always thought that Chu Yan was only because of some chance coincidence, not only did he die, but also became a monk.
But he never thought, Chu Yan turned out to be a monk who entered the Zongmen!
At this moment, Wang Ningshan's brain was crackling, as if lightning exploded, and many fragmented memories were spliced ​​and composed in his mind at this moment.
Before that, there was already a lot of information worthy of his attention.
If Chu Yan appears blatantly, it must be some reliance; if he has heard in the past, the former prince of this county is only a highly toxic "waste man" who has only the weight of Zhenwu Realm, but at this moment stands before him. But it is a monk with a complete condensate in Ningmai Realm. It is only two years apart from the consummation of Ningmai Realm in Zhenwu Realm.
In fact, these messages were before his eyes at first, but he didn't go into his heart at all.
"I, I--" Wang Ningshan's lips moved.
He hadn't felt so scared before with a hole in his chest before. Instantly, his face was as white as a piece of paper.
At this time, Wang Ningshan heard the unanimous shout from disciples of Wan Haimen behind him: "Quickly save Deacon Wang!"
"Kill that Sansho!"
"together!"
"Let him see the power of our Wanhaimen!"
...
"Stupid!" Wang Ningshan wanted to curse at this moment.
The other party is a disciple, and I can't stop a shot. Your group of small apprentices, rushing together, is not enough to jam the teeth, run away!
Wang Ningshan would like to speak to remind this group of apprentices.
But unfortunately, Chu Yan saw his purpose at a glance.
Waiting for Wang Ningshan to speak, Chu Yan reached out and grabbed each other's forehead with his five fingers, suddenly pulling.
Hey!
A human head was picked alive by him.
Wang Ningshan died without staring.
His headless cavity stood for a while, and a burst of blood poured out and fell to the ground.
The death of Deacon Wang completely caused these groups of disciples of Wanhaimen to become completely angry and lose their senses.
"Don't let him go!"
"Kill him to take revenge for Deacon King!"
Suddenly, more than ten people came to Chu Yan.
"You are too weak, a little disappointing me." Chu Yan shook his head, looked at the group of disciples of Wanhaimen, and slowly raised his right hand.
Seeing this scene, Wan Haimen's disciples revealed a hint of surprise.
"This guy doesn't even need weapons!"
"I just saw that his spear is at least a nine-grade weapon, so he can defeat Deacon Wang!"
"Now that he doesn't have a weapon, he is a tiger without teeth and claws. We have an advantage in numbers. He is dead!"
When the abacus of Wanhaimen disciples crackled, they saw Chu Yan stretch out a finger to point at them, and slowly said, "Fingering fingers."
Suddenly, the blood-red color covered all these disciples of Wanhaimen.
The burst of light, like the sharp sword air, instantly shot all the twenty Wanhaimen disciples into a sieve.
In a blink of an eye, dozens of corpses fell from the air together like flies.
Bang Bang Bang!
Each corpse fell to the ground, splashing with large swaths of blood.
A monk's body is stronger than a mortal, and so is his flesh.
The blood pouring out of each of them is far more than a mortal.
At this moment, there are more than 20 million disciples in Haimen, and their wounds are full of blood.
In a quiet scene, for a moment, the noise was clearly heard, as if a river was flowing.
Everyone at the scene was completely dead.
Chu Yan can defeat so many guards, and it is also acceptable.
After all, in the past, he was the undefeated myth of Namwon-gun.
But he was killed now, but the monk of Wanhaimen, that is a fairy!
Just kill one. Now it's even more easy to kill a group. It's almost so easy to pinch the ants!
Everyone was completely stupid, staring at each other with eyes wide and mouth wide enough to fit four or five eggs.
Chu Qiangdong's chest was undulating.
At this time, he saw Chu Yan looking towards himself.
The two eyes crossed.
Chu Qiangdong felt as if it were a few winters. He was stripped of his clothes and was thrown into the white wilderness of the snow. His whole body exuded from the bone marrow and could not restrain the ice.
He really came to kill himself!
And his ridiculous promotion is not this guy's opponent at all!
Chu Qiangdong had hardly any thought and turned to run.
He ignored the dignity of the county king.
At this time, don't hesitate to run!
When Chu Qiangdong turned hurriedly, Chu Yan smiled.
The next moment, he sank, grabbed the soul-locking gun, and threw it out.
"Chu Qiangdong, you are going to die!"
Huh!
The soul-locking gun was like a black lightning, which pierced Chu Qiangdong's shoulders and nailed him to the ground.
At this moment, Chu Qiangdong felt that his back seemed to be trampled by a giant southern elephant, and his entire body was hit hard by the inertia.
With a bang, the ground cracked, and Chu Qiangdong's body was smashed into the ground.
The smell of blood instantly filled his nose and mouth.
Fear, helplessness, and hastily, these emotions suddenly filled his heart.
Seeing that the county kings were nailed to the ground, the square didn't know who shouted. Everyone slammed a spirit, turned back to God, and turned to run.
At this time, Chu Yan said, like a thunder, it exploded.
"Who dares to run, who I kill!"
The momentum of the monk stirred the situation in an instant.
Some people do not believe that they are still desperately rushing out of the imperial city. At this time, booming and banging, the gate of the imperial city suddenly burst into flames.
The group of people who rushed to the front couldn't even send out a scream, and instantly they were burned to ashes.
Rushing behind, the people who survived the disaster, were filled with fear and panic at the moment, and the flames in front of them seemed to be a natural sound, blocking their path.
Looking at the howling flames, Uzrama looked at Chu Yan: "It turned out you were really prepared from the beginning."
At the square, wailing and wailing sounded at this moment.
But Chu Yan didn't care.
He continued to walk towards Chu Qiangdong with his previous steps.
Chu Qiangdong struggled and wanted to pull the soul-locking gun out of his shoulder.
But where is the power of Chu Yan and the power of half-step spirits, where can he easily break away.
A few twists did nothing but make the wound more painful.
Chu Qiangdong turned his back to Chu Yan at this moment. He could not see how far the other party was from himself, but the other party's footsteps could now be clearly passed into his ears, like a death knell.