The rolling flames were like falling meteors, and in an instant, the monk was completely enveloped in it.

Rumble! In the midst of the flames, this monk at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm felt as if he had fallen into boundless purgatory, a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

The endless flames condensed into gods and demons, turned into sharp edges, and tore his body violently.

Almost in an instant, the robe on his body was torn to pieces.

This shocked him extremely.

"My robe is enough to withstand the attacks of ten True Immortal Level 6 monks for a day and a night, but this guy actually destroyed my robe with just one blow! No wonder the Lei family brothers died in his hands!

"

The monk at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm was shocked and angry. The spirit body in his body was violently rotating. With a flick of his wrist, a ring suddenly appeared on his finger, sparkling like ripples like water.

The surrounding void suddenly cracked and shattered like a mirror.

Heavy flames also continued to fall along with the broken void, turning into darkness.

Feeling that the heat around him had subsided, the monk at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to remind his companions to seize the opportunity, suddenly, a sword light fell from the sky again, as fast as lightning.

Whoops! “Ah!”

With a scream, the fingers of this eighth-level cultivator from the True Immortal Realm were cut off.

The ring on his finger also flew out at once.

"What are you doing!"

Looking at Chu Yan who was catching the ring not far away, this monk at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm had his facial features distorted.

Chu Yan glanced at him coldly: "Die! Four Sword Styles!"

The terrifying sword light fell with the slashing flames, like a torrential flood, pouring down.

The surrounding space was suddenly riddled with holes and turned into a large pool of mud.

This cultivator at the eighth level of the True Immortal Realm was immediately sent flying hundreds of miles away. There were numerous scars on his body, and blood spurted out from inside.

The other dozen or so monks also retreated step by step.

One of the monks at the sixth level of the True Immortal Realm was unable to dodge. His Taoist body and the body-protecting Zhen Gang were directly split in half by Chu Yan. He was immediately involved in the storm and was crushed into a thick pile of blood.

rain.

"Chen Qing!"

I don't know who shouted in grief and anger.

And before the sound could be heard, the remaining person at the sixth level of the True Immortal Realm let out a loud roar of pain. In an instant, more than ten large holes were poked out of his body by the sword light, and his body was like a piece of

It fell from mid-air like rotten flesh.

Relying on the powerful explosion, he suppressed everyone in an instant. Chu Yan was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory without giving the opponent a chance to join forces. Suddenly, a heavy palace palace fell from the sky and hit him hard.

Chu Yan raised Zhanyan and struck it.

The sharp edge split the palace palace in two from the middle and exploded in the air.

Chu Yan was also forced to retreat hundreds of miles.

The next moment, the monk from the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm, known as Leader Mu, appeared.

His eyes shone with a brilliant light, as if a knife was pressed against his throat, and he looked at Chu Yan: "Kill my men and seek death!"

After the words fell, he raised his hand to grab and pull.

Tens of thousands of high-rise buildings suddenly appeared above Chu Yan's head, suddenly pouring towards him.

The rolling heavy pressure smashed through the sky, and countless hurricanes, whirlwinds, and storms formed a strangulation, trying to destroy Chu Yan.

As soon as the monk at the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm took action, Chu Yan felt the pressure.

He took a deep breath, raised the cutting flame, and slashed upwards.

"Fourth Sword Style!"

The sword light soared ten thousand feet, straight to the sky, like a divine pillar breaking through the sky, and it suddenly penetrated ten thousand tall buildings.

But the strong pressure was like ten thousand giant dragons, falling hard.

The void around Chu Yan instantly collapsed and turned into black holes rising one after another, dragging him into them.

"Don't give him a chance!"

Leader Mu roared loudly and directed everyone to attack Chu Yan. At the same time, he took the lead. With a shake of his arm, giant dragons turned into pitch-black spears in his hands, revealing an abyss-like despair and heading towards Chu Yan.

Yan stabbed hard.

In an instant, the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon seemed to be dyed ink.

Endless nothingness, terror, coldness, and deathly silence surged toward Chu Yan like a tide, drowning him in an instant.

"As expected of the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm!"

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed, and endless fighting spirit burst out in his eyes.

This was the first time he felt pressure after coming to the ancient country.

Even though he was besieged by more than ten monks before, Chu Yan just felt a little troublesome, but once he took action, he could still kill the weakest link, and even suppressed more than ten people on the opponent's side in a short period of time.

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But at this moment, when he fought with a monk at the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm, he felt how powerful the opponent was.

However, this situation aroused Chu Yan's competitive spirit.

"I am inferior to the third level of true fairyland.

When you reach the fourth level of the True Immortal Realm, I will definitely kill you!"

Chu Yan squeezed out a sentence between his teeth.

"I won't give you this chance!"

Leader Mu sneered again and again.

The black spear in his hand stabbed millions of times violently.

Suddenly, it was as if darkness had fallen, eternal night had arrived, and everything would be extinguished.

Deep in the void, there seemed to be a hand of despair, the hand of death, about to cut off Chu Yan's life.

"There is no way to heaven or earth here, and you have no help. Let me see where you go to escape!"

Leader Mu decided that Chu Yan had no other means.

Even though Chu Yan has a strong ability to transcend levels, there is still a gap that cannot be crossed between the third level and the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm.

At this moment, Chu Yan suddenly turned his hand to cut off the flames and sneered: "Do you really think that I entered Xiangmen Wangyang because I was in a hurry and chose the right path?"

"Um?"

Leader Mu was stunned.

Looking at his men who were flying towards Chu Yan, making all kinds of decisive blows, and showing their unparalleled grace in the midst of the land, water, fire and wind, he suddenly instinctively felt something was wrong.

The other person, who is at the third level of True Fairyland, is really a little too calm.

The next moment, he saw Chu Yan slashing towards the void beneath him with a sharp knife.

"Fourth Sword Style! The Kingdom of Gods and Demons!"

Boom! Bang! The almost solid void suddenly trembled, and then a huge hole was blasted through.

The cultivator at the ninth level of the True Immortal Realm was shocked to find that a vacuum appeared in the light of the spear he thrust out angrily.

Looking in the direction of the hole, Leader Mu's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he thought of something, he exclaimed: "Come back quickly!"

But it is too late to issue a reminder at this moment.

Chu Yan was like a bolt of lightning, rushing out of the void filled with the smell of death and falling directly towards the island below.

Before he reached the island, he raised his hand and grabbed it. Hundreds of thunderbolts quickly gathered and concentrated in his palm, and then they were shot downwards.

The bright lightning was as thick as a stone pillar, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.

The thunder seemed to be punching a big hole in this strange island.
Chapter completed!