Ling tripod

Chu Yan was about ten meters away from the ghost head.

Suddenly, his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant!

A residual image was left in the air, and in an instant, Chu Yan appeared in front of the ghost head.

"You lost!"

With a faint word, the blood-colored long sword that was shaking violently and trying to break free was tightly grasped in his hand. Chu Yan swung his hand back and the next moment the tip of the sword directly pierced into the ghost head's chest.

"Puff!"

Blood splashed out, the ghost head lowered his head, his eyes wide open, watching the blood-drinking sword pierce his chest.

He could take the blood-refining magic weapon with his bare hands, and flashed in front of him at lightning speed, seriously injuring him with one blow. With such means, Chu Yan's cultivation must be far more than the eighth level of the Qi training period.

The blood-colored long sword pierced the ghost head's heart. Although the cultivator's body is strong and he will not die, the ghost head is no longer able to fight against Chu Yan under such a serious injury.

The ghost head's eyes were scattered, and there was a dead silence. He was extremely desperate.

He knew that he had lost!

Chu Yan lifted the ghost head high with one hand. The ghost head's body under the secret method was almost twice as big as Chu Yan. This visual difference shocked everyone's mind.

"He caught the blood refining weapon with his bare hands? This..."

"How could that guy's hand be so hard? Even if he had a black gold hand, he couldn't have caught that knife without enough support. This guy's strength... Is he really only at the eighth level of the Qi training period?"

"How did Chu Yan do that last blow? I only saw a residual image..."

...

At this time, everyone's brains were a little confused. Chu Yan's method was completely beyond their expectations.

"How could this happen!"

Qi Tianlie roared immediately, his face was extremely ugly.

Originally, everything had been planned out, but he didn't expect that the result would be like this in the end, and this was not the first time.

"You are destined to be stepped on by me in this life. It was last time, it is this time, and it will be in the future!" Chu Yan sneered at the ghost head, and slammed the ghost head's body to the ground while speaking, and then stepped on the ghost head's face. "Crack!" The sound of the facial bones breaking came out, but the ghost head did not feel any pain, and his heart was filled with humiliation and despair. "Are you right? My senior brother!" Chu Yan sneered, and at the same time, a water ball flew towards the ghost head's face. "Bang!" A mysterious evil ghost mask exploded, and a hideous and terrifying face appeared in front of everyone. Haha, it turns out that he knew everything a long time ago! A jumping clown? It's ridiculous that he still thinks he has a sure win! At this moment, the ghost head feels so insignificant. "That's Qi Diao Mu!"

"How could this happen? Didn't this guy die a long time ago?"

"What on earth is going on?"

...

Countless people screamed at the same time. The news that Qi Diao Mu was killed by Chu Yan had already spread throughout the Yuhua Sect. At this time, Qi Diao Mu was resurrected again and was still defeated by Chu Yan with such a strong strength, which was simply shocking.

"Hahaha... Chu Yan, you can defeat me today, I just hate that God is unfair to me, kill me, give me a quick death!"

Qi Diao Mu was desperate at this time, and felt that living one more second in this world was an incomparable shame. His face was hideous and he roared.

"Qi Diao Mu, I won't kill you today, I will let you live like an ant with fear of me!"

Chu Yan said lightly, but with a momentum of contempt for the world.

"Puff!"

Blood splashed everywhere, Chu Yan pulled out the bloody long knife, turned around and wanted to leave. Qi Diao Mu was no longer a threat to him, and killing him would only dirty his hands.

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Qi Diao Mu laughed grimly.

"Hmm?"

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Chu Yan, it seems that you still can't take my life in the end. I have to take my life by myself. If there is an afterlife, I, Qi Diao Mu, will make you a dead body!"

"Bang!"

Qi Diao Mu roared fiercely, and slapped his forehead with his palm.

At the same time when this palm fell, a voice sounded in Chu Yan's ears.

"Puff!"

Qi Diao Mu's palm caused blood to flow from all seven orifices, and he died instantly, and his cold body fell on the ring.

"Feilong Peak, Chu Yan wins!"

The referee's high-pitched voice ignited the whole scene, and instantly cheers like a tsunami came over.

Chu Yan's face was not happy at all, and he walked off the ring with a frown, and his ears were still recalling the words that Qi Diao Mu had conveyed to him at the last moment:

"Qi Tianlie is going to attack Hua Mengqi!"