"Senior Brother Fan, how much contribution can you make to the sect by killing the top ten villains?"

Chu Yan's words were like a breeze, instantly dissipating the atmosphere in the scene.

The long-lost fresh air once again poured into the lungs of Fan Cheng and others.

Mu Xiaodong's eyes flashed fiercely and he looked towards Chu Yan.

Seeing that the other person was only at the first level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, a mocking smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Fan Cheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly cold sweat broke out from his back.

As a junior, I am really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

But when he saw Chu Yan's eyes again, Fan Cheng couldn't help being stunned again.

He saw Chu Yan staring at Mu Xiaodong, his eyes showing eagerness, excitement and desire.

This emotion was definitely not deliberately put on to cover up one's panic.

After coming back to his senses, Fan Cheng said: "The top ten villains of Nanyun are all on the sect's must-kill list. The people killed in each ranking are different. As for Mu Xiaodong, his head can be exchanged for 60 sect contributions."

point."

"If you kill him, you can get sect contribution points, and if you can be ranked, you will definitely have a lot of treasures with you. Brothers and sisters, what are you still hesitating about?" Chu Yan raised the corner of his mouth.

Chu Yan's words immediately gave everyone present a feeling of enlightenment.

Chu Yan's words were equivalent to regurgitating what Mu Xiaodong had just said. Suddenly, Mu Xiaodong could no longer accumulate the same pressure as before.

"Bastard!" Seeing the changes in the eyes and aura of Fan Cheng and others, Mu Xiaodong cursed inwardly.

But his face didn't show it, he just smiled coldly: "Really? In that case, let me see what you are capable of!"

He said "you", but when he moved, he pulled out a string of afterimages and violently attacked Chu Yan.

Through observation, he has already felt that although Fan Cheng is the one with the highest level among everyone, Chu Yan, who is the lowest level, seems to be the backbone of everyone.

Mu Xiaodong also couldn't understand why the person with the lowest level would be the backbone, but he knew that as long as Chu Yan was killed, the remaining few people would definitely be defeated!

Killing chickens to scare monkeys is the same principle.

With the belief that he would kill him, Mu Xiaodong suddenly came to Chu Yan, and his five fingers were like iron claws, stabbing hard at Chu Yan's Tianling Cap.

He wanted to kill Chu Yan in one move and shock the scene.

"Lotus Leaf Double Wood Slash!"

Chu Yan has been wary of him.

When Mu Xiaodong grabbed him with one claw, he slashed with his sword.

"Trash!" Mu Xiaodong sneered repeatedly, grabbed the water-breaking knife, and folded the blade into two pieces with a click.

"You're dead!" Mu Xiaodong shouted.

But at this time, he found that Chu Yan's face did not show the panic look he expected.

"Could it be that he was scared out of his wits?" Mu Xiaodong thought subconsciously.

But vaguely, he felt something was wrong.

Precisely because of this slight aberration, Mu Xiaodong hesitated when he made his move.

At this time, he saw Chu Yan's wrist flick, and a spear appeared in his hand.

The body of the gun is completely black, like a black dragon, and the blade of the gun is dark red, like blood or magma.

The breath of death filled the air in an instant, and Mu Xiaodong could even feel a chill oozing out of his own bones.

Mu Xiaodong raised his head in surprise and met Chu Yan's gaze.

When he saw Chu Yan's calm eyes before, a dazzling light burst out like stars.

"Damn it! This kid is cheating!"

When this thought flashed through Mu Xiaodong's mind, Chu Yan had already grasped the Fiery Flame Spear tightly, the dragon came out of the sea, the iron hook was painted with silver, and he shot out a shocking shot.

"A bloody battle with the setting sun!"

"Mu Xiaodong, wouldn't you think of it, I'm actually not good at using a knife!"

Suddenly, a large amount of air was penetrated and exploded in the air, erupting with a deafening sound like a steel bàozhà.

Mu Xiaodong's expression suddenly changed.

The Xueyang Spear Technique is a human-level martial art that Chu Yan obtained from the Lin family in Changqing Town. This martial art is not well-known. Although it was passed down from the ancestors of the Lin family, both the ancestors and current members of the Lin family have no idea about this "low-level martial art".

"We don't pay much attention to martial arts.

If they knew now that Chu Yan had exerted this human-level martial arts with the power of earth-level martial arts, I am afraid that the ancestors of the Lin family would be so moved that they would jump out of their ancestral graves and offer tea and kowtow to Chu Yan.

"The fire rises!" Mu Xiaodong roared wildly, and his pale skin burst into flame-like red in an instant. His body suddenly turned at an incredible angle in mid-air, just in time to avoid Chu Yan's attack.

A fatal stab.

Just as he was secretly rejoicing, he suddenly felt numb all over his body, and his body froze in mid-air, out of his control.

"No, it's the inscription!" Mu Xiaodong took a breath and looked at Chu Yan, who was sneering not far away.

From the movements of the other party's lips, he could tell that the other party seemed to be saying the words "Thunder Mark Pattern".

"Damn it!" Mu Xiaodong didn't expect that he would suffer a hidden loss due to his carelessness. He was just thinking about how to solve the current trouble when he heard Chu Yan shouting.

"Brother and sister, take action!"

The next moment, a tidal wave of offensive, like a stormy wave tearing apart the fleet, hit Mu Xiaodong from all directions.

"Little phaseless star finger!"

"Desolate Crazy Sword Technique!"

"Spirit Rain Swordsmanship!"

"Xingyue Luochen Arrow!"

Crackling!

Mu Xiaodong fell, his body exploded with countless lines of blood, he rose into the air again, and fell far away.

The Rat King that he originally held under his arm was blown to pieces under this violent force. His internal organs were mixed with steaming blood, which splattered all over the floor. Only a rat head remained.

He landed on the ground, rolled a few times, and rolled right in front of Chu Yan, who stepped on him.

Mu Xiaodong landed with difficulty. The red robe on his body had been twisted into pieces. There was almost no intact flesh on his entire body. Some wounds were so deep that the bones were visible. His pale face was covered with a thick layer of blood at this moment.

His hair was messy, he was covering his chest, looking at everyone in shock and anger, and he kept vomiting blood from his mouth.

Unexpectedly, given the huge disparity in strength, these people could severely injure Mu Xiaodong with one strike. The faces of Fan Cheng and others showed expressions of surprise and joy at this moment.

Chu Yan, however, looked like he had expected this, and said with a smile: "As long as we make reasonable use of the resources at hand, use the small to make the big, and use the weak to defeat the strong, it is not impossible."

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Chu Yan just had the perfect opportunity to use the Lightning Inscription Pattern. It happened to be when Mu Xiaodong was hanging in mid-air, unable to move.

If there was even a slight difference, it would not have such a good effect.

At this time, Chu Yan looked at Mu Xiaodong, who was full of anger, and said calmly again: "You are dead, because your current strength is not even one-tenth of your usual strength."

Everyone was stunned again and looked at Mu Xiaodong.
Chapter completed!