Ling tripod

Chu Yan grabbed with both hands suddenly, and the destructive magic in his hands roared out, directly covering the two pens, and the two pens were directly frozen!

"Dare to snatch my pen!"

Meng Junhe saw the situation and murderous intent emerged in his eyes, and the pen in his hand suddenly pointed.

At this point, a pen light flashed, and the green aura gathered and turned into a word "slash"!

Above this word "slash", a huge slashing knife appeared directly and slashed towards Chu Yan!

This slash was as fast as lightning.

"Time!"

Chu Yan waved his hand, and the magic of time came out at a very fast speed!

Time stopped!

But Meng Junhe's strength was enough to reach the peak of the late thunder tribulation, and this still time only lasted for a breath!

At this moment, the two spiritual pens trapped by Chu Yan with the destructive magic were shaking violently, and cracks had appeared in the black ice. Chu Yan was a little struggling to suppress it!

It was a bit difficult to recover the two pens in a breath!

At this moment, Chu Yan's eyes flashed with determination. With a wave of his hand, all the destructive demonic energy gathered towards the pen with the most impressive momentum. At the same time, he shot dozens of silver flames in his hand to seal it!

At this moment, the slashing knife slashed down!

"Bang!"

The demonic energy collapsed!

Chu Yan dodged, and the giant knife slashed between the two pens, and the two pens were separated in an instant!

Chu Yan had expected it. With a wave of his hand, the pen sealed by the silver flame was directly caught in his hand. Then his figure flashed and disappeared directly on the spot!

"Boom!"

Where his figure just disappeared, a sharp pen light roared and killed, and the ground collapsed directly!

"You lost two pens to me, and there is still one more!"

The demonic energy in Chu Yan's hand wrapped around the spiritual pen that was still vibrating after being sealed by the silver flame, and looked at Meng Junhe in the distance with a gloomy face.

"My pen, Meng Junhe, is only surnamed Meng. It contains the aura of the nine generations of ancestors of my Confucianism. Even if you take it away, you can't refine it!"

Meng Junhe's eyes were filled with anger at this moment, staring at Chu Yan.

These seven pens are his lifeblood, and he must not lose them. Although he doesn't know how strong Chu Yan's cultivation is, he is sure that he has definitely not reached the late stage of thunder tribulation. If this matter gets out, Meng Junhe will definitely lose face as he is a cultivator at the peak of the late stage of thunder tribulation and was robbed of his treasure by a cultivator in the middle stage of thunder tribulation.

"Can't refine it? What a joke!"

Chu Yan's eyes flashed coldly, and he pointed two fingers at the spirit pen in the magic ball.

These two fingers, one pointing to the magic pattern of time, and the other pointing to the magic pattern of destruction.

The two kinds of magic patterns, under crazy urging, directly drilled into the pen!

But just as he rushed into it, Chu Yan felt a great obstacle!

There are nine layers of soul imprints in this pen!

Each layer of soul imprint is tenacious. It can be said that if you don't break these nine layers of soul imprint, you can't recover this pen at all.

"You have no chance! Today, I won't kill you, but I will defeat you, so that you know that the so-called victory or defeat is only related to strength!"

Meng Junhe said the spirit pen in his hand, and the light flickered on it.

At this moment, Chu Yan saw clearly that on the pen holder of the spirit pen in his hand, there was an ancient word "five".

At the same time, Chu Yan's soul swept, and there was an ancient word "seven" on the pen in his hand.

"Exterminate the killing intent, five strokes of immortal text!"

As Meng Junhe spoke, the aura on the tip of the five-character pen in his hand gathered crazily!

This time, he did not write in the void, but unfolded the scroll, and suddenly wrote on the scroll!

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

One stroke did not stop, and one kill came out!

Five strokes fell!

Five kill characters emerged!

At the same time, a battlefield scene with weapons and horses appeared inside!

For a moment, boundless murderous aura roared out from the scroll!

At the same time, countless soldiers with murderous aura condensed by the aura rushed out of the scroll.

Some rode ancient monsters, some pushed chariots, and some held giant swords...

"Boss!"

Defeated Little Demon and others rushed up directly!

"In this battle, I fight with the two of them, you retreat ten thousand feet away!"

Chu Yan said coldly!

"Boss!"

"Retreat, otherwise don't follow me in the future!"

Chu Yan shouted again!

Defeated Little Demon and others finally gritted their teeth and retreated at a high speed, and finally reached ten thousand feet away.

At this moment, behind Meng Junhe, there was a group of soldiers, densely packed, and there was no end in sight. The only thing was that their eyes were full of murderous intent!

These soldiers were nurtured with the murderous intent of Wubi Xianwen and condensed with aura.

The momentum was extremely terrifying!

"In the Seventh Mysterious Star River, there are only five people who dare to fight me, Meng Junhe, alone. Today, you are the sixth person. You don't need to restrain yourself. Let me see your true cultivation!"

Meng Junhe looked at Chu Yan, and the anger in his eyes subsided, and there was a little more praise.

"Real cultivation?"

Chu Yan sneered, and his aura shook, and a series of magic veins emerged from his body!

Meng Junhe frowned: "What do you mean, why do you only show the cultivation of the late stage of the great success!"

"This is my true cultivation!"

Chu Yan's eyes were full of indifference.

"Real cultivation, you..."

Meng Junhe's pupils shrank.

Late stage of great success!

This person is only in the late stage of great success, but how can he kill the guardian spirit of the middle stage of the thunder tribulation so easily, and even does not give the guardian spirit a chance to revive, and he even snatched a spirit pen from his hand.

Only in the late Dacheng period, this is impossible!

Immediately, Meng Jun and the power of the soul investigated for a while, and finally there was a turmoil in his heart.

His cultivation is actually only at the late stage of Dacheng.

"Later Dacheng period...you are very impressive!"

Finally, Meng Junhe forced himself to calm down, looked at Chu Yan and spoke slowly.

In the distance, Bai Xiaomo and others were completely sluggish!

Late Dacheng period.

The boss actually only has the strength of late Dacheng!

The cultivation level in the late stage of Dacheng actually dares to challenge the peak in the late stage of Thunder Tribulation. This, this is simply unbelievable!

What is a devil? Fearless and 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 Immortal Pen. You cannot make up for the gap in cultivation!"

Meng Junhe said with a cold look in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

Chu Yan whispered, waved his hand, and the magic flag appeared!

At the same time, 50 million demon heads and 150,000 thunder tribulation demon heads roared out!

Densely packed and boundless, floating in the sky behind Chu Yan.

At this moment, Chu Yan's momentum was no worse than that of Meng Junhe!

"Are you a meditator?"

Meng Junhe's eyes showed surprise at this moment.

The terrifying power of 150,000 thunder tribulation souls can definitely shake the cultivators in the late stage of thunder tribulation, but how could a cultivator in the great attainment stage have such a terrifying treasure!

"You said just now that you won't kill me, so I won't kill you today. Since we've already gambled on this, how about we gamble one last time?"

Chu Yan looked at Meng Junhe and said.

"What bet?"

When Meng Junhe heard the word "bet", a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"You and I will activate the 100,000 statues in the entire second level. Immediately, all the guardian spirits will chase you and me. At the same time, you and I can also fight each other to stop each other. Whoever will first evade the 100,000 guardian spirits?" Kill all the spirits, and the first one to reach the exit is the winner this time!"

Chu Yan said.

The reason why he proposed such a bet is because Chu Yan felt that Meng Jun and this person had some merits. Even with their peak cultivation in the late stage of Thunder Tribulation, they did not overpower others from the beginning and were deceived by him. After trying his best, he finally decided to take action.

Even so, he only said that he wanted to get the treasure back, not to kill himself. He had no murderous intentions.

Since he has no murderous intention, Chu Yan will naturally not be murderous. Although he has many enemies, there is no benefit in having a deadly feud with a Confucian cultivator for no reason. It is better to compete openly and openly.

However, there are other reasons. Now that the two are fighting, Chu Yan is not sure that he can defeat the opponent. Meng Junhe possesses seven thunder treasures and his own cultivation is so high. Chu Yan asks himself, even if he uses all his methods, the fight will be successful. A tie is a difficulty.

And if the fight really ends in losing both sides, it will be extremely detrimental to subsequent breakthroughs.

Meng Junhe's eyes flashed when he heard about this bet.

Obviously, this time the bet is very fair and there are no tricks. It just depends on personal strength.

The challenge of killing all 100,000 guardian spirits was extremely difficult, which made him feel a little excited.

"Where's the bet?"

Meng Junhe looked at Chu Yan and asked.

Chu Yan looked at Meng Junhe: "Just now, I defeated you every time, but my methods were indeed not completely bright. This time, if I win, everything I won before will be mine. But if I lose, everything will be lost to me." Will be returned, how?”

If you lose, there is no more loss!

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 level of the late Dacheng period, he still had the strength to fight with him.

And with such strength, he still made such a bet, obviously, just to tell himself that if he wins, he will win with fairness!

Meng Junhe couldn't help but admire Chu Yan a little more.

This person's character is not completely despicable!

"Okay, you behave like a Confucian cultivator like me. No matter whether you win or lose today, our previous grudges will be wiped out!"

ps: I recommend the new book "Wu Po Ba Huang" by my friend "The Mouse Carrying the Big Sword". If you like fantasy novels, you can read it!

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