"Refining consciousness!" Su Jianyuan exclaimed.

Everyone else also had expressions of wonder, envy, disbelief, etc. on their faces at this moment.

Consciousness refining is a state of cultivation for monks, which can only appear after extreme oppression of oneself.

A good person, let yourself be exhausted and exhausted. At this time, if you let him eat, then he will absorb everything and not waste anything.

Therefore, cultivating consciousness is the best state for monks to practice.

In this state, taking elixirs and absorbing spiritual energy can at least double or even triple the efficiency!

But this state is not only achieved by squeezing yourself, but also requires opportunities.

Otherwise, everyone can enter this state by squeezing themselves, and the geniuses will not be everywhere that day, and the strong ones will be as numerous as dogs.

Everyone present, except Li Xiu, no one has ever entered this state.

Even Li Xiu himself accidentally entered the state of consciousness refining by chance.

And since then, no matter how hard he tried, he could not reach the threshold.

Precisely because of the difficulty of entering the realm of consciousness refining, everyone was envious and amazed at Chu Yan's ability to enter this state during battle.

As for the arena, Chu Yan was now stepping forward step by step, leaving only less than five feet away from Jiang Panmeng.

"Junior brother, what are you doing?" Seeing Chu Yan covered in blood, Jiang Panmeng couldn't bear it.

Her first impression of this junior brother who rose like a comet and was polite at the same time was very good, so she was not willing to inflict serious damage on him at this moment.

But she couldn't stop now, otherwise, she would lose.

Seeing Chu Yan's blood flowing all over his body but still moving forward, Jiang Panmeng took a deep breath and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes: "In that case, junior brother, I'm sorry."

As she finished speaking, she stimulated the blood in her body.

In an instant, the air currents swirling around were filled with the sound of phoenixes.

The sacred, majestic, and ancient atmosphere spreads, and suddenly, people can't help but have the urge to kneel down and worship.

"It's over." Li Xiu said calmly.

Everyone else had no objections.

Seeing this scene, they all knew that Jiang Panmeng would not hold back anymore. In Chu Yan's current state, it was impossible to withstand the opponent's attack.

"Phoenix Flame Storm! Blazing Slash!"

The long sword pointed at Chu Yan angrily.

The spiritual energy in her body poured out at this moment.

It was as if an ancient behemoth flapped its wings. Suddenly, strong winds rose and thunder surged from the ground, the sound was shocking.

Chu Yan, who had been walking hard before, suddenly had a bright light in his eyes at this moment.

"Seven Stars Ranfengbu! Seventh Star!"

The shadow flashed, and Chu Yan came straight towards the Phoenix Sword in Jiang Panmeng's hand.

The air flow hit him, but he didn't dodge at all, relying on his condensed body to resist!

"Shadow Eight Desolations Fist!"

"Tiger Ju kicks eleven times in a row!"

Without the flame spear and long knife, Chu Yan relied on his physical body and martial arts skills to blow up the incoming cyclone, causing a rain of blood.

Three feet!

Two feet!

One foot!

Chu Yan rushed to Jiang Panmeng.

At this moment, his whole body was covered in blood, and the whole body erupted with a high temperature like magma. The momentum was like the coming of gods and demons. When people faced him, their brains would go blank and their hearts would sink.

"Is he—" Jiang Panmeng suddenly realized something under Chu Yan's indomitable gaze.

She wanted to withdraw her sword, but by this time, it was too late.

"The angry dragon coils and strangles!"

Chu Yan shouted loudly and used his strongest martial arts skills.

The palm is like a dragon's claw, and the target is not Jiang Panmeng, but the Phoenix Sword in Jiang Panmeng's hand.

Jiang Panmeng's heartstrings trembled.

Li Xiu and others in the audience also held their breath at this moment, and their pupils shrank sharply.

The flesh-and-blood palm grabbed the Phoenix Sword's blade and wrapped it tightly around it like a steel chain. Suddenly, blood surged in Chu Yan's palm.

Jiang Panmeng was shocked and wanted to draw her sword, but she could not resist the terrifying power of the angry dragon coiling around her.

Although Jiang Panmeng was holding the Phoenix Sword at this moment, she couldn't control the Phoenix Sword's movement at all.

The hot air that had just surged around him also stagnated.

The next moment, Jiang Panmeng was surprised to see Chu Yan holding the Phoenix Sword and stabbing her chest.

Everyone was stunned by his actions.

Li Xiu and others even stood up, their eyes widened.

"Crazy—this guy is crazy—" Su Jianyuan muttered.

Feng Xin's knuckles holding the ancient sword turned white at this moment.

Whoosh!

The Phoenix Sword pierced Chu Yan's chest, and blood spurted out of his mouth, as if he wanted no money.

But at this moment, the surrounding air flow, coercion, and ancient aura all disappeared at once. To be more precise, they were counterpressed by him!

During this process, Jiang Panmeng couldn't help but take a step forward. At this moment, he was holding the Phoenix Sword and looking at Chu Yan with disbelief.

She didn't expect that Chu Yan would be so crazy.

"Senior sister, I caught your flaw." Chu Yan opened his mouth and smiled, blood flowing down his chin.

Jiang Panmeng was stunned. Looking at Chu Yan with blood pouring out of his mouth, he said with a trembling voice and tears in his eyes: "What you did...is worth it..."

A sword penetrated the chest, which was a fatal injury!

"Senior sister, your strength is much higher than mine, and your movement skills are also extremely sophisticated. Without this method, I wouldn't have found the slightest chance." Chu Yan chuckled. The hand holding the Phoenix Sword was bleeding and he was covering his chest.

Blood was gushing out from between his fingers, and blood was spurting out of his mouth. He seemed to be on the verge of death.

The deacons and elite disciples in the audience were hesitating whether to terminate this match at this moment.

"But there's nothing you can do now." Jiang Panmeng took a deep breath and sniffed.

She looked at Chu Yan with clear eyes: "Although you stopped my Blazing Slash, it is impossible for you to defeat me in your current state. The martial arts you have mastered cannot pose a threat to me at all, and I have only one

My hands can knock you off the ring."

Chu Yan chuckled and looked at Jiang Panmeng.

At this moment, Jiang Panmeng clearly saw his reflection in Chu Yan's eyes.

For some reason, Jiang Panmeng suddenly felt flustered.

At this time, Jiang Panmeng heard a sound that sounded like he was talking in his sleep.

"Senior sister, you ask me if it is worth doing this. Of course it is, because as long as I can fight, I will never admit defeat."

"When I walk on the path of immortality, I seek to be brave and diligent, and to walk on blood."

"Sister, I'm sorry, I want to win this game."

Three sentences shook Jiang Panmeng's mind.

The last sentence is particularly firm.

For a moment, she felt as if her heart had been pinched hard by an invisible hand, and her chest was so tight that she could hardly breathe.

Suddenly, Jiang Panmeng realized something. He hurriedly raised his head and saw a smile on Chu Yan's face. He raised his right hand towards him, his palm dripping with blood, and his index finger stretched out, pointing at himself.

"Little Wu Xiangxingzhi." Chu Yan laughed.
Chapter completed!