"Hmph, it''s just a sneak attack, otherwise how could it be our senior brother''s opponent!"

    "Could it be that the senior brothers of Feilongfeng only know such despicable methods?"

    "Rubbish!"

    ...

    The disciples of Yun Yufeng and Fu Hufeng were constantly discussing.

    "Chu Yan, go to hell!"

    At this moment, a loud hissing roar came out, and I saw Lin Feng Shuangmu crimson, and the light above the green flying sword pierced towards Chu Yan.

    Lin Feng''s right face was swollen, Old Gao, with blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth, but a wicked smile on his face. He could naturally see that Chu Yan was only at the eighth level of Qi training. What despicable means will never be his opponent.

    Seeing the green flying sword flying towards him at high speed, Chu Yan didn''t show a trace of panic, but stretched out a palm in the eyes of everyone, with the palm facing forward.

    "Boss, you are..."

    Li Tianzhao was also frightened by Chu Yan''s astonishing move. Could it be that the boss can''t fight the flying sword with the palm of his hand.

    "Dog thing, you brought it on yourself, die!"

    Seeing that Chu Yan only stretched out his palm to resist, Lin Feng was even more overjoyed. The power of the best magic weapon could not be resisted by the flesh. Lin Feng fully drove Feijian to prepare for victory.

    The green flying sword was in full bloom and collided with Chu Yan''s palm, and the next moment, everyone''s eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost:

    "Bang!"

    The flying sword was actually blocked by Chu Yan''s fleshy palm, and he couldn''t enter it.

    Of course, everyone didn''t know that when the flying sword was about to hit Chu Yan''s palm, Chu Yan displayed the tiger demon white bone hand, and the entire palm was completely covered with white bones.

    However, under the dazzling light of Feijian, no one noticed the strangeness of Chu Yan''s palm.

    "Are you so patient?"

    Chu Yan smiled faintly, and his right hand slammed into his hand and firmly grasped the tip of the green flying sword in his hand.

    "How... how is it possible..."

    Lin Feng stayed there completely. He could never have imagined that his flying sword, which was invincible, was blocked by a fleshy palm, and that person was only at the eighth level of Qi training.

    "flash!"

    Chu Yan whispered, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he appeared in front of Lin Feng.

    It was the real spirit nine flashes taught by the old beggar. Now Chu Yan has practiced the first flash, and when he uses it, he can leave an afterimage in the air, and it will arrive within ten meters of the flash.

    "Feijian is good, but it''s the wrong master!"

    Chu Yan''s icy words rang in Lin Feng''s ears.

    "puff!"

    Chu Yan held the trembling flying sword tightly in his hand and wanted to break free. The next moment, the tip of the sword inserted directly into Lin Feng''s chest.

    Lin Feng''s eyes widened, and he looked down at his chest as the blood flowed down Feijian. Under Lin Feng''s serious injury, Feijian no longer trembled.

    "puff!"

    Chu Yan pulled out the flying sword and kicked it out at will. Lin Feng was kicked and flew out.

    "Feijian is good, I''ll stay!"

    Chu Yan bit his fingertip and a drop of blood dripped into the flying sword. A powerful spiritual sense instantly covered the flying sword. The next moment, the flying sword shook violently.

    Everyone is still sluggish, Chu Yan''s methods are extremely powerful, impacting their vision.

    "Boss, it''s just too fierce!"

    Li Tianzhao''s eyes were dull and he muttered to himself.

    "Big Brother..."

    "Big Brother..."

    "Big Brother..."

    ...

    The Feilongfeng party shouted excitedly again, resisting the Feijian hard, and defeating the enemy with the sword, but in an instant, Chu Yan, who was also the senior brother of Yifeng, won the victory.

    "It''s your turn!"

    Chu Yan played with the flying sword Shuangmu in his hand and swept away his cold, knife-like eyes to look at Shan Chengming.

    At this time, Shan Chengming had already set off a storm in his heart. His strength was only a line higher than that of Lin Feng. How could Chu Yan be his opponent by defeating Lin Feng so easily? Iron plate.

    "Junior Brother Chu, today we are just learning from each other. Now that Junior Brother Lin has been seriously injured, I think we will be here today!" Shan Chengming smiled a little embarrassedly.

    "Did you forget what you said to you just now?"

    "Junior Brother Chu, what do you mean?"

    Chu Yan''s contemptuous tone made Shan Chengming lose face, and said with a little anger.

    "What the hell are you, you dare to come to my Flying Dragon Peak and hurt my junior brothers, do you really think that I, Chu Yan, are easy to knead? Huh?"

    Chu Yan shouted violently, and the divine sense immediately pressed out, and the powerful divine sense suddenly overwhelmed everyone.

    "This…"

    Shan Chengming was completely sluggish, and Chu Yan''s strength had completely exceeded his expectations.

    "Don''t you want to know my strength? Open your dog''s eyes and see!"

    With a cold voice from Chu Yan, four golden flying swords flew out from Chu Yan''s waist storage bag, plus the green flying swords that Chu Yan had just refined, a total of five flying swords were now covered with a layer of light blue. Covered by the spiritual power of color.

    Five flying swords hovered above Chu Yan''s head, and Chu Yan walked towards Shan Chengming step by step.

    Shan Chengming''s face was extremely pale.

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