Chapter 804: Can't stop

Suddenly, the monks, ashamed and angry, glared their eyes, their nostrils slumped, chasing after Chu Yan like an angry bull.
"Don't let him escape!" Huang Cong's eyes flickered and his wrists shook.
Suddenly, the right messenger lit up and disappeared.
At the next moment, Tang Mu saw that Chu Yan's direction of escape at this moment was faintly appearing.
"He's mobilizing manpower to block Chu Yan!" Tang Mu's eyes narrowed and he instantly understood Huang Cong's intention.
"Brother Tang, this matter will soon be settled, so you don't need to shoot again, so as not to dirty your hands." Huang Cong laughed.
The monks who have gathered around all the time, plus those who are chasing at the moment, have a glance at least, there are at least 20 or 30 people, and there are still three monks in the condensed state.
Under this situation, Tang Mu did not think that Chu Yan could possibly escape.
So after hearing Huang Cong's words, he also walked down the steps, carrying his hands, and nodding.
"Boy! Give me death!"
A tall monk was blocking the road ahead for Chu Yan at this moment.
He blinded his eyes, which made his temperament look more wicked and fierce.
While roaring, he waved his great sword, like a hurricane of violent volley, and struck violently towards Chu Yan.
The surrounding air was constantly torn with crackling, almost piercing the eardrum.
"dead!"
Chu Yan was expressionless and waved the Eight Desolate Excalibur.
"Gaze of death!"
The red and black light came down like the will of the of death.
At this moment, the eyeball image produced by the half-step spirit trembling violently became more realistic because of the improvement of Chu Yan's power and the change of light and darkness.
That huge eyeball, dark and dark, without the slightest eye whiteness, it was also full of dazzling bright red, like a marsh blood pool, which was daunting.
The monks kept coming around and stopped involuntarily.
Then they saw that the tall monk standing in front of Chu Yan was slammed and torn apart.
The thick blood was pulled into red wires, mixed with minced meat and bone slag, and the whole puff was exploded.
And Chu Yan's body was like a blasting shell and a thunderous cloud breaking through the blood mist.
The rolling mist of blood was even penetrated by him into a ring of blood, slowly wriggling in mid-air.
"hiss--"
The monks in the surrounding area could not help taking a breath.
However, Tang Mu and Huang Cong, who were far away from the town, were calm and indifferent.
In particular, the Tang Dynasty, now I actually hope that Chu Yan can open the killing ring, rather than catch it.
A guy who made himself spend a month and failed to catch him. If he was simply beheaded and killed by you, wouldn't it mean that my land is not as good as your condensate?
This is a matter of face.
The Tang Mu can bow and kneel in front of the heavenly state of mind, like a dog that pleases its master, but it must not lose face in front of the monk who is lower in his level.
What he thought at the moment was that it would be best if he could kill the group of miscellaneous fishes in a vein and leave them alone, and the blood would flow into the river.
Then he finally took the shot, turned the tide, and settle down.
In this way, he can show his unique power.
Unfortunately, Huang Cong also had a rough idea at the moment.
So at this moment, the two strongest people at the scene didn't bother to shoot, but let other monks to block Chu Yan.
"Thousands of miles away!"
Chu Yan slammed into a slam, slamming the oncoming enemies into a puff of blood, and at the same time violently wielded the Eight Desolate Excalibur.
Suddenly, the front was like a star, like a scorching sun, bursting out in front of everyone.
Two monks trying to block Chu Yan were swallowed up instantly.
Crackling!
Screaming and mourning, Qi Qi flew out with the blood waves.
The two monks who were beheaded were almost the same in terms of death.
Their faces were terrified and unbelievable. After falling to the ground, they had not died for a while, and wailed loudly, crawling around, thick blood, pulling a startling trace on the ground.
And in this moment of effort, Chu Yan has rushed out five miles away.
"You don't want to go!"
"Stop him!"
Seeing that the reward was about to escape, among the crowd, two monks in Ningmaijing shot together.
"Gust of Wind!"
"The starry sky is broken!"
Suddenly, the endless sharpness, like a meteor in the sky, a pouring waterfall, rolled towards Chu Yan.
The surrounding air was cut and torn.
The ground was full of baozha, soot and smoke.
Other monks who wanted to rush in, had to retreat at this moment to avoid the sharp edge.
The two men joined forces to do a great job.
And this is not martial arts, but all magic!
Seeing this, both Tang Mu and Huang Cong couldn't help sighing.
Because in this case, Chu Yan will inevitably be forced back.
The two monks chose to make a good shot.
In this way, the distance of five miles before Chu Yan rushed out was a waste of effort.
At this time, there was a sharp voice, and Chu Yan roared suddenly.
This is also the first time that Chu Yan has made a sound.
"Do you also use the starry sky?"
"Huangquan evil dragon!"
boom!
As if flat steel Baozha.
A wave of air exploded suddenly.
The endless eye-catching edge was instantly annihilated and blasted into powder.
Everyone around me felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if he had been hit hard with a sledgehammer, his eyes were black, and a sweet smell came from his throat.
The monk who broke the starry sky and chopped the night sky also stopped.
My technique comes from the inheritance of Zongmen. Where did it annoy you?
Then, he saw the sharp sharp opening in front of him, baozha.
And the monk named Chu Yan not only did not get hurt, he did not take a half step back, but instead went forward, treating everyone around him like nothing and rushing towards himself.
"you……"
The monk was stunned, raised his sword and tried to push back the opponent.
But the next moment, he felt a flower in front of his eyes, and then a pain in his shoulder.
The strong smell poured into the nasal cavity.
When he reacted, he realized that his right arm had been cut off shoulder-to-shoulder, and the blood rushed out as if he didn't want money, and instantly stained the ground.
While holding the right arm of the sword, at this moment, the entire arm was held in his hand.
"You deserve it too?"
The monk saw Chu Yan grinning at himself.
This smile, with contempt, with disdain, with dissatisfaction, with contempt.
Huh!
Then, he saw Chu Yan squeezing his entire arm and blasting it into flesh and blood.
And his sharp sword, which was perfect, was also pinched by his hands and shattered into a shining powder.
"This, how is this possible!" The monk was completely stupid.
For a moment, he forgot about the pain in his wound.
I am in a triple state of Ningmai, and the other party is one level higher!
Face to face, why is it like facing a paper man?