Chapter 660: Three inscriptions

"Is it you?" Ji Kuangshen froze.
Obviously he did not expect that Chu Yan, who had been hit by him at once, could reappear.
But soon, the look of his face was replaced by a cricket.
"You're here right now, let's die together!"
Bang!
The arm of the Red Blood Demon King is like a tumbling tide, and the sword awn cut by Chu Yan collided violently.
The deafening roar blew, and instantly made people feel that the void was about to collapse.
Baozha's heart is like a black hole, which will swallow everything around it and completely obliterate it.
The ground exploded directly into a large pit with a diameter of nearly thirty meters, which shattered more like a torn wound, spreading toward the surrounding area.
Ji Kuangshen's arm trembled, and his eyes showed a fascination. He kicked back seven or eight steps and hurriedly looked up towards Chu Yan.
At this moment, he was even more surprised to find that the power of his blow was actually blocked by the opponent!
The people behind Chu Yan were intact!
At that moment, he seemed like a wall, protecting everyone behind him.
"Damn guy!"
The heart cursed, the next moment Ji Kuangshen was breathing slowly.
Because he reacted, Chu Yan was gone!
After he blocked his blow, he disappeared at this time.
Between the electric light and the flint, Ji Kuangshen only felt a flash of white light. Thinking of the previous encounter, he suddenly yelled: "Asshole, come again!"
"Since it works, why don't I use it."
At this time, the cold voice of Chu Yan sounded on the side of Ji Kuangshen.
The moment he blocked the opponent's heavy blow, Chu Yan displayed a thousand miles in his idle court and approached towards Ji Ji.
Opportunities are created. Obviously, since opportunities arise, they must be seized even more.
"Irritated sword!"
Chu Yan raised his hand and cut it with a sword.
For a moment, Jian Mang, if the sun is hot, melts everything, engulf everything, advances layer by layer, the tide is violent, chopped towards Ji Kuangshen.
"too slow!"
Ji Kuangshen's eyes flashed fiercely, yelling again and again.
"Baji Xuanzhang real body!"
"The Arms of the Red Blood Devil!"
boom!
There was a loud noise, deafening trembling, powerful, punching toward Jianmang with one punch.
At this moment, the boxing punches that Ji Kuangshen blasted out, the sword awns of Chu Yan, like pearls of rice grains, flickered and flickered at any time.
"Slow? How about that?" Chu Yan was not sick, and slowly emphasized the words, "flowing wind."
Hum!
A shock, a wave of light flashing through the sword.
Suddenly, the speed of the wave breaking sword surged five times!
At this moment, Jian Mang was incredibly fast. For example, the galaxy that fell for nine days pulled out a splendid brilliance.
"Ming Wen!" Ji Kuangshen reacted instantly, his breath stagnation.
At this time, he remembered that the best thing that Broken Star House is inscriptions and formations.
Obviously, before the match, Chu Yan had more than one inscription specially carved for the Wavebreaker Sword.
"Sunder armor!"
The sharp edge, at this moment, a streamer like a hairline appeared.
Although this streamer is very thin, the sharpness is ten times more powerful than Jianmang!
Huh!
At the moment of the sword, the condensed air was cut off, and then, as if the steel was clamoring, while cutting out a dazzling Mars, it fell on the forearm of Ji Kuang Shen.
Ji Kuangshen's most proud of the eight-pole Xuanzang real body, at this moment a layer of golden light emerged.
But this light only appeared once, split by the dual powers of flowing wind and armour.
Huh!
Jian Feng suddenly did not enter the half-inch arm of Ji Kuangshen.
It is only half an inch, but at this moment, Ji Kuangshen really felt the humiliation and pain of Wulun.
Suddenly, the blood spring spewed out.
Ji Kuangshen's face at the same time appeared a mixed look of pain, anger, confusion, and doubt.
"How can you ..."
Ji Kuangshen looked to Chu Yan, and before he finished speaking, he saw his cold eyes and suddenly his heart trembled.
Ji Kuangshen has a feeling that the opponent's offensive may not have stopped.
Sure enough, the next moment, Ji Kuangshen saw Chu Yan's lips move slightly and spit out two words again.
"Heavy implement."
Flowing wind, armor breaking, heavy equipment-three inscriptions on the breaking wave sword.
A dim color of light emerged, Ji Kuangshen suddenly felt the huge sword pressing on his body, the weight soared tenfold.
If it was originally an iron plate that hit his own arm, now it is a small building made of pure steel and hit him.
boom!
A crit hit the air, and the air poured out layer by layer.
Ji Kuangshen spit out a blood arrow and flew out like a meteor.
He flew out for dozens of meters, hit the ground, and bounced high, smashing through a wall, and then stopped.
"Win, win!" Cao Feng in the distance flashed a look of excitement.
When he turned his head and looked at Chu Yan, he saw Chu Yan's face, and did not appear relaxed.
Cao Feng's heart sank suddenly, and his complexion became white again.
As if to confirm his ominous speculation, the next moment, there was a rattle, and behind the collapsed wall, there was the sound of the gravel being turned upside down.
Immediately, there was a bang, and the wall was banged with bare hands.
A piece of flying gravel and smoke and dust, the figure of Ji Kuangshen became clear as he stepped forward.
"This, how is this possible--"
Cao Feng swallowed saliva without difficulty, only feeling that his throat was very dry.
The three inscriptions just made by Chu Yan critically attacked him. Although he didn't feel it himself, as a disciple of the six major gates and a leader of the Beast Emperor Pavilion, his eyesight and insight were still available.
In his opinion, let alone the monks in Ningmai Realm. They are the inner disciples in Ningmai Realm. If they have just been beaten up by Chu Yan, they may not be able to stand up in a short time.
But Ji Kuangshen responded in the first place.
"Monster, both of them are monsters ..." Cao Feng felt his stomach trembling, and took a cool breath while making a judgment.
In the dust, Ji Kuangshen stepped out step by step.
When he stood back to the opposite of Chu Yan, Ji Kuangshen looked like he was going to be embarrassed.
A fiery red hair, at this time because of a lot of soot and stone dust, became half gray and red, mottled.
His body was also covered with a large amount of dust, and the blood on his chest and palms was mixed with dust and became sticky.
The worst injury came from his arm.
Ji Kuangshen's left forearm was close to the wrist, and a wound revealed the bone, chopping almost his entire wrist.
At this point, the wounds on his chest and palms had stopped bleeding, but the wounds on his arms continued to ooze large blood.
The rolling blood covered his forearms and palms at this moment, flowing along the hanging fingers, ticking down to the ground, and splattering blood on the sooty ground.
"who are you?"
When Cao Feng thought that Ji Kuangshen was shouting something, he saw Ji Kuangshen asking such a question with a calm look.