Chapter 2248
Chu Yan grabbed his hands suddenly, and at the same time, the demonic energy of destruction roared out from his hands, directly covering the two pens, and the two pens were directly frozen!
"Dare to steal Lao Tzu's pen!"
Meng Junhe saw the murderous intent in his eyes, and the brush in his hand suddenly a little.
At this point, a brush flashed, and the azure aura gathered and turned into a 'cut'!
Above this slashing word, a huge slashing knife appeared directly and slashed towards Chu Yan!
This slash is as fast as lightning.
"years!"
With a big wave of Chu Yan's hand, the demonic energy of the years burst out!
Time stands still!
But Meng Junhe's strength is at the peak of the late Thunder Tribulation, and this still time only lasted for a breath!
At this moment, the two spirit pens trapped by Chu Yan's demonic energy of destruction vibrated violently, and cracks appeared in the black ice.
It's a little difficult to recover two pens in one breath!
At this moment, a decision flashed in Chu Yan's eyes, and with a big wave of his hand, all the demonic energy of destruction gathered towards the pen with a relatively good momentum, and shot dozens of silver flames in succession with his hand to seal it!
At this moment, that chopper chopped down!
"Bang!"
Demonic collapse!
Under Chu Yan dodging, the giant knife slashed between the two strokes, and the two strokes were separated in an instant!
And Chu Yan had long expected that when he waved his big hand, the pen that was sealed by Fengtian Yinyan was directly caught in his hand, and then his figure flashed and disappeared directly on the spot!
"boom!"
Where the figure just disappeared, a fierce brush roared and killed, and the ground collapsed directly!
"I lost two pens, and I'm still one stroke away!"
In Chu Yan's hand, the magic air mass wrapped the spirit pen that was still vibrating under the seal of Fengtian Yinyan, and looked at Meng Junhe, whose face was extremely gloomy in the distance.
"I, Meng Junhe, are only surnamed Meng. Among them, I have the blessing of the ninth-generation ancestor of my Confucian cultivator. Even if you take it away, you won't be able to refine it!"
Meng Junhe was staring at Chu Yan with anger in his eyes at this moment.
These seven pens are his lifeblood, and he must not lose them. Although he doesn't know how strong the cultivation level of Chu Yan is, he definitely does not reach the late stage of thunder calamity. The person was robbed of the treasure by a life in the middle of the thunder robbery. If this matter spreads, Meng Junhe will definitely lose face.
"Can't be refined? Joke!"
A cold light flashed in Chu Yan's eyes, and his two fingers pointed to the spirit pen in the magic air mass.
These two fingers, one refers to the time magic mark, and the other refers to the destruction magic mark.
Two kinds of magic patterns, under the frantic urge, drilled directly into the pen!
As soon as he rushed into it, Chu Yan felt a great obstacle!
In this amount, there are actually nine layers of divine soul imprints!
Each layer of Divine Soul Brand is before tenaciousness. It can be said that without breaking these nine layers of Divine Soul Brand, it is impossible to recover this pen at all.
"You don't have a chance! Today, I won't kill you, but I will win you, so that you know that the so-called victory or defeat is only related to strength!"
Meng Junhe said that the pen in his hand, above, the light flickered.
At this moment, Chu Yan could see clearly that the simple 'five' character was engraved on the barrel of the spirit pen in his hand.
At the same time, Chu Yan's soul swept away, and the pen in his hand had a simple 'seven' character on it.
"Exterminate Murderous Intent, Wubi Xianwen!"
Between Meng Junhe's words, on the tip of the five-character pen in his hand, the arrogant aura gathered crazily!
This time, instead of writing in the void, he unfolded the scroll, and suddenly wrote on the scroll!
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
A non-stop, a kill will be out!
Five strokes down!
Five killing words emerged!
At the same time, inside, a battlefield scene of soldiers and iron horses emerged!
For a time, boundless murderous aura roared out from the picture scroll!
At the same time, within it, countless murderous soldiers with aura of arrogance rushed out of the scroll.
Some are riding ancient monsters, some are pushing chariots, some are holding giant swords...
"Boss!"
Defeat Xiaomo and the others rushed straight up!
"In this battle, I will fight with the two of you, and you will retreat a thousand feet away!"
Chu Yan was a cold voice!
"Boss!"
"Retreat, or don't follow me in the future!"
Chu Yan shouted again!
After defeating Xiaomo and others, they finally clenched their teeth and retreated very quickly, and finally reached thousands of feet away.
At this moment, behind Meng Junhe, there are soldiers, densely packed, with no end in sight. The only thing is that their eyes are full of killing intent!
These soldiers were bred with the murderous intent of Wubi Xianwen, and condensed with aura of arrogance.
Momentum, terrifying!
"Among the seventh Xuanxinghe, there are only five people who dare to fight against me Meng Junhe alone, today, you are the sixth person, you don't need to restrain yourself, let me take a look at your true cultivation! "
Meng Junhe looked at Chu Yan, the anger in his eyes subsided, and there was a hint of approval.
"Real cultivation?"
Chu Yan sneered, and his whole body was shocked, and a line of demonic phantoms emerged from the body!
Meng Junhe frowned: "What do you mean, why only show the cultivation of the late Dacheng stage!"
"This is my true cultivation base!"
Chu Yan's eyes were full of indifference.
"The real cultivation base, you..."
Meng Jun and his pupils shrank.
Dacheng late stage!
This person is only in the late Dacheng stage, but how could he kill the guardian spirit in the middle of the thunder tribulation so easily, and he didn't even give the guardian spirit a chance to resurrect, and he even snatched a spiritual pen in his own hands.
Only in the late Dacheng stage, this is impossible!
Immediately, Meng Jun and the power of the soul probed, and in the end, a storm had set off in his heart.
His cultivation was actually only in the late Dacheng stage.
"The late Dacheng...you are very good!"
In the end, Meng Junhe forcibly calmed down and slowly opened his mouth to look at Chu Yan.
In the distance, Bai Xiaomo and others were completely sluggish!
The late Dacheng period.
The boss actually only has the strength of the late Dacheng stage!
The cultivation of the late Dacheng stage dared to challenge the peak of the late stage of thunder tribulation, this, this is simply going to go against the sky!
What is the devil, fearless, fight alone!
This is the devil, the real devil!
"But even if you are good, you will definitely lose in the killing battlefield of my five-character fairy pen. You can't make up for the gap in your cultivation!"
Meng Junhe said with a cold look in his eyes.
"yes?"
Chu Yan said lightly, waved his hand, and the magic flag appeared!
At the same time, 50 million devils and 150,000 thunder robbers roared out!
It was densely packed and boundless, floating in the sky behind Chu Yan.
At this moment, Chu Yan's aura was no worse than Meng Junhe!
"You, is Ming Xiu?"
Meng Junhe's eyes showed surprise at this time.
150,000 Thunder Tribulation Souls, such terrifying power, can definitely shake the cultivators in the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation, but how can a cultivator in the Dacheng stage have such a terrifying treasure!
"You just said that you won't kill me, then I won't kill you today. Since we've all gambled on this, how about we bet one last time?"
Chu Yan looked at Meng Junhe and said.
"Bet what?"
Meng Junhe's eyes flashed coldly when he heard the word gambling.
"You and I will both motivate the 100,000 statues in the entire second level. Immediately, all guardian spirits will hunt down you and me. At the same time, you and I can also fight each other to block each other. All the spirits were killed, and the first to reach the exit is the winner this time!"
Chu Yan said.
The reason why he made such a bet was because Chu Yan felt that Meng Jun and this person had some merits. With their peak cultivation in the later stage of the Thunder Tribulation, they did not use their power to overwhelm others from the beginning, and they were deceived by themselves. After the solution, I finally chose to make a move.
Even so, he just said that he wanted to get the treasure back, not to kill himself, he had no intention of killing.
Since he has no intention to kill, Chu Yan naturally won't be motivated to kill. Although there is a lot of hatred, it is not good to have a deadly feud with Confucian Xiu for no reason.
However, there is another reason. The two are fighting now, and Chu Yan is not sure that they can defeat the other. Meng Junhe has seven Leibao pieces, and his cultivation is so high. A tie is difficult.
And if you really lose both sides, it will be extremely unfavorable for the subsequent breakthrough.
Meng Junhe's eyes flickered when he heard this bet.
Obviously, this time the bet is very fair, and there is no trick, it just depends on personal strength.
And killing all the 100,000 guardian spirits, the difficulty of such a challenge is also extremely huge, which made him a little excited.
"What about the bet?"
Meng Junhe looked at Chu Yan and asked.
Chu Yan looked at Meng Junhe: "Fangcai, I beat you everywhere, and the means are not completely bright, this time, if I win, everything I won before will belong to me, and if I lose, everything will be mine. Will be returned, how?"
Lost, no more losses!
If you win, you can get everything back!
At this moment, when Chu Yan showed such strength, Meng Junhe knew that even if he only had the cultivation of the late Dacheng stage, he still had the strength to fight him.
And in the case of such strength, he also made such a bet, obviously, to tell himself that if he wins, he will win with integrity!
Meng Junhe couldn't help but admire Chu Yan a little more.
This person's temperament is not completely despicable!
"Okay, as a person, you have the demeanor of my Confucian cultivator. Today, no matter whether we win or lose, our previous grievances will be written off!"
ps: I recommend my buddy's new book "Wu Break the Eight Wilderness", buddies who like fantasy novels, you can follow it!
...
"Dare to steal Lao Tzu's pen!"
Meng Junhe saw the murderous intent in his eyes, and the brush in his hand suddenly a little.
At this point, a brush flashed, and the azure aura gathered and turned into a 'cut'!
Above this slashing word, a huge slashing knife appeared directly and slashed towards Chu Yan!
This slash is as fast as lightning.
"years!"
With a big wave of Chu Yan's hand, the demonic energy of the years burst out!
Time stands still!
But Meng Junhe's strength is at the peak of the late Thunder Tribulation, and this still time only lasted for a breath!
At this moment, the two spirit pens trapped by Chu Yan's demonic energy of destruction vibrated violently, and cracks appeared in the black ice.
It's a little difficult to recover two pens in one breath!
At this moment, a decision flashed in Chu Yan's eyes, and with a big wave of his hand, all the demonic energy of destruction gathered towards the pen with a relatively good momentum, and shot dozens of silver flames in succession with his hand to seal it!
At this moment, that chopper chopped down!
"Bang!"
Demonic collapse!
Under Chu Yan dodging, the giant knife slashed between the two strokes, and the two strokes were separated in an instant!
And Chu Yan had long expected that when he waved his big hand, the pen that was sealed by Fengtian Yinyan was directly caught in his hand, and then his figure flashed and disappeared directly on the spot!
"boom!"
Where the figure just disappeared, a fierce brush roared and killed, and the ground collapsed directly!
"I lost two pens, and I'm still one stroke away!"
In Chu Yan's hand, the magic air mass wrapped the spirit pen that was still vibrating under the seal of Fengtian Yinyan, and looked at Meng Junhe, whose face was extremely gloomy in the distance.
"I, Meng Junhe, are only surnamed Meng. Among them, I have the blessing of the ninth-generation ancestor of my Confucian cultivator. Even if you take it away, you won't be able to refine it!"
Meng Junhe was staring at Chu Yan with anger in his eyes at this moment.
These seven pens are his lifeblood, and he must not lose them. Although he doesn't know how strong the cultivation level of Chu Yan is, he definitely does not reach the late stage of thunder calamity. The person was robbed of the treasure by a life in the middle of the thunder robbery. If this matter spreads, Meng Junhe will definitely lose face.
"Can't be refined? Joke!"
A cold light flashed in Chu Yan's eyes, and his two fingers pointed to the spirit pen in the magic air mass.
These two fingers, one refers to the time magic mark, and the other refers to the destruction magic mark.
Two kinds of magic patterns, under the frantic urge, drilled directly into the pen!
As soon as he rushed into it, Chu Yan felt a great obstacle!
In this amount, there are actually nine layers of divine soul imprints!
Each layer of Divine Soul Brand is before tenaciousness. It can be said that without breaking these nine layers of Divine Soul Brand, it is impossible to recover this pen at all.
"You don't have a chance! Today, I won't kill you, but I will win you, so that you know that the so-called victory or defeat is only related to strength!"
Meng Junhe said that the pen in his hand, above, the light flickered.
At this moment, Chu Yan could see clearly that the simple 'five' character was engraved on the barrel of the spirit pen in his hand.
At the same time, Chu Yan's soul swept away, and the pen in his hand had a simple 'seven' character on it.
"Exterminate Murderous Intent, Wubi Xianwen!"
Between Meng Junhe's words, on the tip of the five-character pen in his hand, the arrogant aura gathered crazily!
This time, instead of writing in the void, he unfolded the scroll, and suddenly wrote on the scroll!
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
A non-stop, a kill will be out!
Five strokes down!
Five killing words emerged!
At the same time, inside, a battlefield scene of soldiers and iron horses emerged!
For a time, boundless murderous aura roared out from the picture scroll!
At the same time, within it, countless murderous soldiers with aura of arrogance rushed out of the scroll.
Some are riding ancient monsters, some are pushing chariots, some are holding giant swords...
"Boss!"
Defeat Xiaomo and the others rushed straight up!
"In this battle, I will fight with the two of you, and you will retreat a thousand feet away!"
Chu Yan was a cold voice!
"Boss!"
"Retreat, or don't follow me in the future!"
Chu Yan shouted again!
After defeating Xiaomo and others, they finally clenched their teeth and retreated very quickly, and finally reached thousands of feet away.
At this moment, behind Meng Junhe, there are soldiers, densely packed, with no end in sight. The only thing is that their eyes are full of killing intent!
These soldiers were bred with the murderous intent of Wubi Xianwen, and condensed with aura of arrogance.
Momentum, terrifying!
"Among the seventh Xuanxinghe, there are only five people who dare to fight against me Meng Junhe alone, today, you are the sixth person, you don't need to restrain yourself, let me take a look at your true cultivation! "
Meng Junhe looked at Chu Yan, the anger in his eyes subsided, and there was a hint of approval.
"Real cultivation?"
Chu Yan sneered, and his whole body was shocked, and a line of demonic phantoms emerged from the body!
Meng Junhe frowned: "What do you mean, why only show the cultivation of the late Dacheng stage!"
"This is my true cultivation base!"
Chu Yan's eyes were full of indifference.
"The real cultivation base, you..."
Meng Jun and his pupils shrank.
Dacheng late stage!
This person is only in the late Dacheng stage, but how could he kill the guardian spirit in the middle of the thunder tribulation so easily, and he didn't even give the guardian spirit a chance to resurrect, and he even snatched a spiritual pen in his own hands.
Only in the late Dacheng stage, this is impossible!
Immediately, Meng Jun and the power of the soul probed, and in the end, a storm had set off in his heart.
His cultivation was actually only in the late Dacheng stage.
"The late Dacheng...you are very good!"
In the end, Meng Junhe forcibly calmed down and slowly opened his mouth to look at Chu Yan.
In the distance, Bai Xiaomo and others were completely sluggish!
The late Dacheng period.
The boss actually only has the strength of the late Dacheng stage!
The cultivation of the late Dacheng stage dared to challenge the peak of the late stage of thunder tribulation, this, this is simply going to go against the sky!
What is the devil, fearless, fight alone!
This is the devil, the real devil!
"But even if you are good, you will definitely lose in the killing battlefield of my five-character fairy pen. You can't make up for the gap in your cultivation!"
Meng Junhe said with a cold look in his eyes.
"yes?"
Chu Yan said lightly, waved his hand, and the magic flag appeared!
At the same time, 50 million devils and 150,000 thunder robbers roared out!
It was densely packed and boundless, floating in the sky behind Chu Yan.
At this moment, Chu Yan's aura was no worse than Meng Junhe!
"You, is Ming Xiu?"
Meng Junhe's eyes showed surprise at this time.
150,000 Thunder Tribulation Souls, such terrifying power, can definitely shake the cultivators in the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation, but how can a cultivator in the Dacheng stage have such a terrifying treasure!
"You just said that you won't kill me, then I won't kill you today. Since we've all gambled on this, how about we bet one last time?"
Chu Yan looked at Meng Junhe and said.
"Bet what?"
Meng Junhe's eyes flashed coldly when he heard the word gambling.
"You and I will both motivate the 100,000 statues in the entire second level. Immediately, all guardian spirits will hunt down you and me. At the same time, you and I can also fight each other to block each other. All the spirits were killed, and the first to reach the exit is the winner this time!"
Chu Yan said.
The reason why he made such a bet was because Chu Yan felt that Meng Jun and this person had some merits. With their peak cultivation in the later stage of the Thunder Tribulation, they did not use their power to overwhelm others from the beginning, and they were deceived by themselves. After the solution, I finally chose to make a move.
Even so, he just said that he wanted to get the treasure back, not to kill himself, he had no intention of killing.
Since he has no intention to kill, Chu Yan naturally won't be motivated to kill. Although there is a lot of hatred, it is not good to have a deadly feud with Confucian Xiu for no reason.
However, there is another reason. The two are fighting now, and Chu Yan is not sure that they can defeat the other. Meng Junhe has seven Leibao pieces, and his cultivation is so high. A tie is difficult.
And if you really lose both sides, it will be extremely unfavorable for the subsequent breakthrough.
Meng Junhe's eyes flickered when he heard this bet.
Obviously, this time the bet is very fair, and there is no trick, it just depends on personal strength.
And killing all the 100,000 guardian spirits, the difficulty of such a challenge is also extremely huge, which made him a little excited.
"What about the bet?"
Meng Junhe looked at Chu Yan and asked.
Chu Yan looked at Meng Junhe: "Fangcai, I beat you everywhere, and the means are not completely bright, this time, if I win, everything I won before will belong to me, and if I lose, everything will be mine. Will be returned, how?"
Lost, no more losses!
If you win, you can get everything back!
At this moment, when Chu Yan showed such strength, Meng Junhe knew that even if he only had the cultivation of the late Dacheng stage, he still had the strength to fight him.
And in the case of such strength, he also made such a bet, obviously, to tell himself that if he wins, he will win with integrity!
Meng Junhe couldn't help but admire Chu Yan a little more.
This person's temperament is not completely despicable!
"Okay, as a person, you have the demeanor of my Confucian cultivator. Today, no matter whether we win or lose, our previous grievances will be written off!"
ps: I recommend my buddy's new book "Wu Break the Eight Wilderness", buddies who like fantasy novels, you can follow it!
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