These words of the leading monk plucked himself clean.

At the same time, Chu Yan's identity is not just his enemy.

He can even bring benefits to Wanhaimen-hog!

The thought of becoming a hog in others' eyes made Chu Yan feel unhappy.

After a while, there was a faint voice under the cloak: "This way."

Upon hearing this reply, the leading monk breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't afraid of the other's anger, and he didn't respond.

You should know that for the teacher of Heavenly State of Mind, his hopeless promotion to Heavenly State is no different from the ants.

Usually people are too lazy to look at you.

Being able to respond to you now means that you are valuable.

Thought of this, the leading monk breathed a long sigh of relief.

But his suspended heart had just dropped, and the mid-air division spoke again.

"That being the case, I will give you a chance to redeem your guilt and take his map."

"Uh-" For a moment he was still proud of the leading monk, and his face turned red instantly.

At this time he realized that he accidentally dug a pit for himself, and jumped with joy.

It ’s really hard to say if there is a map. Even if it is, it is naturally impossible to grab it with the power of heaven.

The realm is so different, if he still shoots himself, he can't afford to lose this person.

Every senior monk has a face.

So at this time, the leading monk realized that he was facing such a big problem.

Grab or not.

If you grab it, can you win the opponent.

After all, the level of matrix shown by the opponent before, really scared him a little.

What to do if the opponent does not have a so-called map.

As for not taking the shot, the leading monk didn't think about it.

After all, if you do n’t, the hovering division will definitely not hesitate to kill yourself.

When the leading monk hesitated, an impatient murmur murmured in the air: "Will the elite disciples of Wanhaimen be afraid of a condensate?

In a word, the leading monk's face turned red, like a fire.

This is the elder Zongmen, beating his face mercilessly.

With that said, there is no escape route!

"You die for me!" A roar, the leading monk rushed towards Chu Yan with a knife, "Borderless waves cut!"

The turbulent sea-like swordsman, layer upon layer, rolled towards Chu Yan.

In an instant, the void seemed to be cut into countless pieces, and the light and shadow folded, making people feel as if they had entered a strange world.

It's just this world.

Chu Yan's eyes were calm.

What he really cared about now was that hovering sky.

As for the leading monk in front of him, in contrast, he didn't care so much.

Because although waiwei's formation was almost uprooted before, the formation here still retained six or seven.

These six or seven formations are more than enough to deal with the leading monks.

Obviously, Lin Miaoran was very kind to Chu Yan's orders.

Although these formations were not arranged by Chu Yan himself, they were as good as he expected, or even better, so Chu Yan also felt comfortable using them.

"You-really won't shoot?" Chu Yan glanced up at the mid-air sky, his heart secretly said.

At the same time, Daoguang swept across.

As if the dam was flooding, the dangling blade of light almost pierced the eyes, and the next moment would be to swallow Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran.

"Soil!" Chu Yan no longer hesitated, raising his arm.

The surrounding space was shocked, and the ground in front of Chu Yan thundered and raised a piece.

The formation is activated.

But at this time, it seemed like the sharp blade quickly cut off the tight strings.

The aura flowing through the matrix method suddenly broke off.

The ground that had just been raised suddenly disappeared.

The stone wall to rise, at this moment, actually sank again.

"Smelly shame." Chu Yanxin cursed immediately.

Needless to know, this must be a secret shot by the monk in the sky.

This old product, on the surface, is in the face, and cannot hold the teacher's shelf.

But he did such a sinister little move on his back.

As for the leading monk, he felt the ground tremor and was still worried about the appearance of the stone wall.

After all, one of his companions was sealed by the stone wall and strangled alive.

But the next moment, he found that the stone wall had not been drilled out.

He wasn't a fool, and after a moment's stun, he reacted ecstatically and what happened.

Suddenly, the leading monk came forward with anger and fear.

Daoman looks like a heavy rain, like a huge wave, and in an instant, oppresses Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran.

"Floating light cut!"

"Aoyama empty rain sword!"

The formation was broken, and Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran came out decisively.

In an instant, the Eight Desolate Excalibur broke out the power to crush everything.

The autumn water sword of Lin Miaoran is like dense spring rain, and the silver silk is full of sky.

"Dead! You can't stop me!" The leading monk laughed proudly.

He was not afraid of Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran's resistance.

In his view, the loss of the tactics of the formation method is tantamount to a tiger that has pulled its teeth, chopped its claws, cut its tail, and interrupted its spine.

Because he has the advantage of the realm.

This is also the biggest advantage!

Crackling!

boom!

There was a fierce baozha on the ground.

The avatars of Chu Yan's transfiguration, all instantly shattered.

The intensive sword rain all around exploded like a series of firecrackers.

The martial arts performed by the two men couldn't stop the dagger-like attack.

Bang!

The dagger falling down like a giant beast with open mouth and big mouth, swallowed Chu Yan and Lin Miaoran all at once.

The ground shattered, soot and smoke rose up into the sky.

At this moment, the leading monk felt an unprecedented spirit.

The depression that had been suppressed before was all vented at this moment.

Makes you arrogant, makes you arrogant, sees no, in front of real strength, you are nothing!

He was smug.

Suddenly, there was an unintentional glance in the corner of the eye.

There seemed to be a blue light flashing from the fumes like steam that was crazy.

"Huh?" The leading monk made a subtle voice, "No."

"Breaking Wind God Thunder!"

The next moment, with a loud drink, white lightning burst out.

"Why!" The leading monk exclaimed.

The opponent was overwhelmed by his own realm. It was considered to be a triple perfection of the Ningmai Realm, and he should die to death.

How could this guy not only die, but also resist?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly raised his sword and blocked him.