After Chu Yan said these words, the scene once again fell into a terrifying silence.

At this moment, many people began to look at Chu Yan in confusion.

They even doubted whether they were dreaming now.

Just now so many people took action at the same time, it was considered an Earth Yuan realm, and now I'm afraid they were all reduced to rubbish.

As for him, who was in the Pulse Condensation Realm, even though he had reached the third level of Pulse Condensation Realm, he was unscathed, which was a bit too exaggerated.

"He, he is forcing himself, he is pretending!"

One person let out a loud roar at this moment.

Chu Yan didn't even look back and struck down with his halberd with his backhand.

The monk was instantly cut in half while standing upright.

A neat killing without any sloppiness.

Chu Yan proved with facts that no one could support him better even if he had to support himself.

At this moment, the monks at the scene had only one thought in their minds: How did he do it?

"If you want to blame me, you should work harder."

As if he saw what everyone was thinking, Chu Yan sneered.

Chu Yan didn't dodge just now. He completely relied on his physical body to defeat everyone's powerful killing move.

Chu Yan's reliance is the Immortal Demonic Body.

It was the hellish training he had gone through in order to improve his immortal immortal and demonic body.

At this level, at the same level, if you want to hurt him again with a sword, it is undoubtedly a dream.

No matter how many swords and martial arts you have, it is just a meaningless accumulation of quantity.

If it fails to achieve qualitative change, it will not hurt Chu Yan.

The so-called qualitative change can only change from a sharp weapon to a spiritual weapon.

However, monks in the Pulse Condensation Realm cannot use spiritual weapons at all.

The monks at the scene naturally didn't know what kind of sacrifice Chu Yan had made for the Immortal Demonic Body.

What's more, I don't know that the immortal demonic body will become more and more defensive when attacked by the same weapon.

In other words, Chu Yan gets stronger as he fights!

If he starts from the beginning, he can compete with everyone.

So now, he can crush everyone on the spot!

No one understood the reason for this, so the scene was completely silent, and everyone could only hear their own violent heartbeats.

"It's our turn next."

Chu Yan didn't care about the horrified looks of everyone.

These people came here to kill themselves.

From the first hundred people to the thousand people now.

And I am only one person!

If that's the case, why can't I kill him back?

What's more, I, Chu Yan, kill people and don't need an explanation.

Suddenly, Chu Yan's whole body seemed to be emitting an aura that could suppress him for eternity.

At this moment, he acted as an absolute strong man and unleashed the most tyrannical oppression on the people around him.

One person can crush a thousand people.

I saw a thousand people who were alone!

"Extremely Furious Sword Intent!"

"Blood sacrifice dàfǎ!"

One hand is a terrifying killing weapon with a half-step spiritual weapon, and the other hand changes like an arm of a giant beast.

Chu Yan took action boldly.

With a wave of his hand, countless waves of blood spurted out.

Every monk he went to was killed.

Round and round, layer by layer.

The open space around Chu Yan is getting bigger and bigger.

The blood on the ground is getting thicker and thicker.

This area of ​​​​the mountain peak suddenly seemed to have turned into a Shura field and a bloody hell.

One of the Wan Haimen disciples who took out the iron cone before was still alive.

Seeing this scene at this moment, he was almost frightened to death, and without hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

Chu Yan swept his arms.

An iron cone that fell to the ground shot out like a meteor, exploding the monk like a firework in the air.

The monks who had besieged Chu Yan before were wiped out by him in a matter of seconds.

Almost all of these people were beaten to pieces.

The body was torn apart and scattered everywhere.

The other monks were no longer as violent as before, and all of them looked pale and panicked.

But they have no chance to escape!

Chu Yan's elongated arm suddenly slapped the ground, his fingers dug deeply into the rock formation, and then he pulled hard.

Crackling!

The rock on which dozens of people could stand was lifted up by him.

The monk standing on the rock suddenly screamed and fell around.

The Eight Desolation Divine Halberds in Chu Yan's other hand followed closely.

boom!

A critical strike in the air can blow up a mountain of steel.

These more than ten monks were immediately and completely destroyed.

Not to mention the corpses, everyone turned into a mist of blood in an instant, squirming in the air and condensing.

"How is this possible!"

"Run away!"

"Why can't this guy be killed?"

"It's not that I'm immortal, I'm basically invincible!"

"Run away!"

"We can't escape if we don't run away!"

"This is a monster!"

In addition to bàozhà, screams, and wails, the scene was filled with hoarse shouts of terror.

A person who has reached the third level of Pulse Condensation Realm is chasing and killing more than a thousand monks in the same realm.

No one can stop him.

No one dares to stop it!

Anyone who sees Chu Yan taking action will be frightened to death!

But Chu Yan didn't care about that.

As long as the enemy appears in front of him, he will die.

No one can escape!

Hot blood kept falling on his body.

Chu Yan was like a god and demon at this moment.

one hundred!

two hundred!

three hundred!

Four hundred!
To be continued...