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

    Suddenly, his figure flashed and disappeared in place in an instant!

    An afterimage was left in the air, and in an instant, Chu Yan appeared in front of the ghost head.

    "You are defeated!"

    With a light word, the blood-colored long knife that was shaking violently and wanted to break free was tightly grasped in his hand. Chu Yan swung his backhand violently, and the next moment the tip of the knife was directly inserted into the chest of the ghost head.

    "puff!"

    Blood splashed out, the ghost head lowered his head, his eyes widened, and he saw the blood-drinking knife inserted into his chest.

    He could take the blood-refining magic weapon with his bare hands, and flashed in front of him at the speed of lightning. He was seriously injured in a single blow. With these methods, Chu Yan''s cultivation was definitely far beyond the eighth level of Qi training.

    The blood-colored long knife pierced Gui Shou''s heart. Although the immortal cultivator was strong enough to not die, it was impossible for Gui Shou to fight against Chu Yan under such severe injuries.

    The ghost head''s eyes were slack, and there was a dead silence, already desperate.

    He knew that he was defeated!

    Chu Yan lifted the ghost head high with one hand, and the ghost head''s body under the secret technique was nearly twice as large as that of Chu Yan. This visual difference shocked everyone''s minds.

    "Break the blood refining tool with bare hands? This..."

    "How can that guy''s hand be so hard? Even if he is the hand of Xuanjin, it is impossible to take that knife without the support of enough strength. This guy''s strength... Is he really only at the eighth level of Qi training?"

    "How did Chu Yan achieve that last blow? I only saw an afterimage..."

    ...

    At this time, all the people''s heads were a little unable to turn their heads, and Chu Yan''s methods had completely exceeded their expectations.

    "how so!"

    Qi Tianlie roared immediately, his face extremely ugly.

    It was already a last resort, but I didn''t expect it to end up like this in the end, and this is not the first time.

    "You are destined to be trampled under my feet in this life. It was last time, it was this time, and it will still be in the future!"

    Chu Yan looked at the ghost head and sneered, and suddenly smashed the ghost head''s body to the ground while speaking, and then stepped on the ghost head''s face.

    "Crack it!"

    The sound of the shattering of the face came out, but the ghost head could not feel the slightest pain, and his heart was filled with humiliation and despair.

    "Are you right? My eldest brother!"

    Chu Yan sneered, and at the same time a water storm ball in his hand flew towards Ghost Head''s face.

    "Bang!"

    A mysterious evil ghost mask burst open, and a ferocious and terrifying face appeared in front of everyone.

    Oh, so he already knew everything!

    Beam jumping clown? It''s ridiculous that I still feel that the winning ticket is in hand! At this moment, Guishou felt that he was so insignificant.

    "That''s it, Qi Diao Mu!"

    "How could this be? Isn''t this guy dead long ago?"

    "What exactly is going on?"

    ...

    Countless people screamed at the same time. The news that Qi Diaomu was killed by Chu Yan had already spread throughout the Ascension Sect. At this time, Qi Diaomu was resurrected again and was still defeated by Chu Yan even with such fierce strength. It was a shock to everyone. eyeball.

    "Hahaha...Chu Yan, if you can beat me today, you only hate that God is unfair to me, kill me, and give Laozi a good time!"

    At this moment, Qi Diaomu was in despair, he only felt that it would be an incomparable shame to live in this world for more than a second, and he roared with a ferocious face.

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

    Chu Yan said indifferently, but with an aura of contempt for the world.

    "puff!"

    Blood splashed everywhere, Chu Yan pulled out the blood-colored long knife and turned around to leave. Such a lacquer carver was no longer a threat to him, and killing him would only soil his hands.

    "Hahaha…"

    Suddenly, Qi Diao Mu laughed hideously.

    "Um?"

    Chu Yan raised his eyebrows lightly.

    "Chu Yan, it seems that in the end, you still can''t take Laozi''s life. Laozi''s life can only be taken by yourself. If there is an afterlife, I will leave you with no bones!"

    "Bang!"

    Qi Diao Mu roared loudly, and when he finished speaking, he slammed his palm on his forehead.

    At the same time as the palm fell, a voice sounded in Chu Yan''s ear.

    "puff!"

    Qi Diaomu''s seven orifices bleed under the palm of his hand, and he died instantly, and his icy corpse fell on the ring.

    "Flying Dragon Peak, Chu Yan wins!"

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

    There was no trace of joy on Chu Yan''s face, and he walked off the ring with his brows slightly wrinkled. He was still thinking of the words that Qi Diaomu had transmitted to him at the last moment:

    "Qi Tianlie is going to attack Hua Mengqi!"