Chapter 1699: Killing the Great Saint (1)

Zhan Yan is large and thick, and the flames are fierce, but at this moment, a sharp enough to tear the sky! The sharp anger cut, and layers of progress, suddenly, like a flat mine surge, thunderbolts, and suddenly burst the void, all burst.
In mixed shots, two swordsmans collided fiercely.
Suddenly, it seemed that the heaven punishment came, as if the universe was destroyed.
Jianmang agitated together, and a vortex burst out.
Each layer of the vortex cuts time and space apart.
Suddenly, the bright sword-mang, the light burst, like the hot sun, and in an instant, it engulfed a flame.
Bang! Xinghe collapsed like a sword, and in an instant, it poured out on Chu Yan, and the mask of Ziyin Shield crackled, like a mid-summer rainstorm, and the rain hit the banana, an extremely dense sound broke out.
The surface of the Ziyin Shield is full of Mars, which can almost blind people's eyes.
Chu Yan's eyes are full of vitality and never retreat. The aura in his body is pouring like a tide, constantly condensing the Ziyin Shield.
A moment of stalemate, cracks appeared on the surface of the Ziyin Shield.
But Chu Yan's face didn't look surprised.
He saw the timing, took a big breath, immediately removed the purple mask, and completely exposed his body to Jianguang.
Then, step forward one step, fierce and brave, never retreat, recklessly rush into this monstrous sword.
Huh! Jianmang, which is enough to swallow the light, instantly burst into a wave of blood on Chu Yan.
This sword is sharper than the previous one by dozens of times.
Thousands of wounds suddenly appeared on Chu Yan.
With each wound, bones were seen deeply, and blood was flowing like a spring. In the blink of an eye, he became a blood man.
However, at this time, it seems that Chu Yan was seriously injured, but the remnant soul of the Xianxian Dasheng burst into more intense anger.
Because the sword is ten times sharper, but the injury to the opponent is exactly the same as before! Although it is only a residual soul, it is the will of the ancient saints after all.
Suddenly, this remnant knew that his previous shots had been used by the other party! Thought of this, the residual soul is even more angry.
There were originally some fierce spirits left, and Tuantuan gathered behind him.
But at this moment, these fierce spirits felt fear and shivered, howling towards the distant surroundings, as far as they could hide.
At this time, Chu Yan burst into a dazzling sword light.
"Blood offering Dafa!"
The sound is full of aura, such as Hong Zhong Daluo, shaking deafness, trembling, like a outside the sky.
Hey! The original impervious Jianmang, at this moment was torn open a gap.
An invincible and deterrent force burst out from the cracks.
The next moment, an iron fist, like a meteorite impact, solidified and rotated, with the power of the star-strike band, a Changhong Sun, cracked the crack into a huge hole.
Next, another iron fist protruded from it, grabbed the sword, and tore it in two halves.
Click! The overwhelming sword light was instantly torn apart and shredded, turned into a thunderous lightning, poured down, and instantly smashed the ground of this cave, like a swamp, a large array covering the cave, and the light flashed and shook.
Chu Yan's blood bathed his body and stepped forward.
At this moment, although his whole body was dazzling blood red, the wound cut on his body by the swordman's body had already recovered to 7878.
Immortal demon body, the longer the tempering, the more painful the torture, the stronger the defense against this damage, the stronger the ability to recover from the injury.
Out of the Chu words that came out, there was an imperial majesty.
Step out, as if the sky above your head, foot in the mountains.
At this moment, his momentum rose to the extreme like a mad flame.
Compared with the remnant soul of Wuxian Dasheng, although it is far worse, at this time it has caused the crazy warfare of Wuxian Dasheng.
Not long ago, Chu Yan was only a small figure, a cricket ant, in the eyes of the remnant soul of Wuxian Dasheng, who could easily kill by simply ticking his fingers.
But at this time, although this little man is still very small, he has made him feel threatened.
What's more, this little man turned out to be stronger with the naked eye in such a short battle.
Sharpen yourself with your own sword, and strengthen your blood with the fierce spirits around you.
Every moment in the battle is stronger than the previous moment, and it also gives a feeling of far end! In the long years, Wuxian Dasheng has beheaded opponents who do not know how many.
He killed with testimony, no matter what kind of enemy he faced, he swept directly.
But today, it is rare and missed twice in a row.
And the opponent is just one! only! Huh! ant! boom! Suddenly, the sacred of Wuxian was in great prosperity.
He held a fairy sword in his hand and felt this strong hatred.
As the residual soul stepped forward step by step, the trembling noise of the sword body of Xianxian Sword seemed to be an ancient god, and it was necessary to split the heaven and earth with a giant axe.
"Come on, let me defeat you, take your mood to the next level!"
Chu Yan looked at each other without any shyness.
His warfare was fully lit at this time.
Suddenly, Chu Yan's wounds all healed.
The blood surged in the body, like a big river galloping. At this moment, you can even hear the roaring, breathing, as if you can condense into a big river.
"While ... just ... absorb ... fierce spirit ... blood ... a drum ... aura ... cut him ... kill ..." behind the gate of hell, the voice came to remind Chu Speak.
Chu Yan nodded.
He also knew that his state at the moment was because he had just absorbed the blood of thousands of fierce spirits and had a vent after his strength soared.
At this moment, I need to use this momentum to slay this remnant soul of Wuxian Dasheng.
Once the time is too long, after the catharsis is completed, if you want to use your own strength to slay Wuxian Dasheng, it will be difficult.
With the help of the one behind the gate of hell, of course.
But that way, Chu Yan's purpose of sharpening his own will not be achieved.
What Chu Yan wants is to rely on her own power to kill and kill the lingering soul of Wuxian Dasheng, so that her will and state of mind can be exercised to the greatest extent, her mind is as firm as a rock, and she is not afraid of demon.
Chu Yan burst into drink.
This time, he took the initiative.
Layers of fine mang burst out from his eyes, crossing each other, rubbing, and shaking.
At this moment, his shoulders seemed to be able to carry the mountains, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.
With every move, the world is infinitely wide and constantly spawned.
"Thousands of miles away!"
A sword rain ripped open in front of her, Chu Yan stepped forward, her figure was like a meteor chasing the moon, burning the sky, and immediately, she was killed in front of Wuxian Dasheng and shot with a palm.
"Taiyi leaves the fire knife!"
A devastating storm, condensed into a thousand blades of light, the flames flew, soared into the sky, burned everything, and chopped down in front of the Great Immortal Saint.