Chapter Eighty-Five: Ghost Head? Lacquer Carved Shepherd?
Chuyan is about ten meters away from Guishou.
Suddenly, his figure flashed and disappeared instantly on the spot!
A shadow was left in mid-air, and in an instant, Chu Yan appeared before Guishou.
"You lose!"
A faint word, the violently trembling blood-colored long knife that wanted to break free was tightly grasped in his hand. Chu Yan turned his hand over and swung it fiercely, and the next moment the knife tip directly pierced into Gui Shou's chest.
"Pffft!"
Blood splattered everywhere, the ghost's head lowered, its eyes wide open, staring at the Blood Drinking Sword inserted into its own chest.
With bare hands, he could catch the Blood Refining Furnace and instantly appear in front of himself with lightning speed, severely injuring him. Such a move was far beyond Chu Yan's cultivation at the 8th layer of Qi Refining.
The crimson long knife pierced through the heart of Gui Shou, although the cultivator's body was strong and not fatal at this point, but under such severe injuries, Gui Shou could no longer confront Chu Yan.
The ghost's eyes were scattered, a dead silence, and had reached the extreme of despair.
He knew he had lost!
Chu Yan lifted the ghost's head high with one hand, and under the secret method, the ghost's body was nearly twice as large as Chu Yan, this visual difference shocked everyone's mind.
" Bare-handedly taking in the Hard Qi Refining Technique? This..."
"How can that guy's hand be so hard? Even if he has the Xuanjin Hand, it's impossible to block that sword without sufficient power backing him up. This guy's strength... Is he really only at the 8th layer of Qi Refining?"
"How did Chu Yan manage to land that final blow? I only saw a faint shadow..."
……
At this time, everyone's head was a bit dizzy, and Chu Yan's approach had completely exceeded their expectations.
"How could this be!"
Qitian Lie let out a loud roar of anger, his face looking extremely ugly.
It was originally thought to be foolproof, but unexpectedly ended up with this result, and it's not the first time either.
"You are destined to be trampled under my feet in this life, last time was, this time is, and it will still be the case in the future!"
Chu Yan looked at Gui Shou with a cold smile, and in the midst of his words, he suddenly slammed Gui Shou's body to the ground, then stepped heavily on Gui Shou's face.
"Ah!"
The sound of shattering facial bones echoed out, but the ghostly head felt no pain, its heart already filled with humiliation and despair.
"Are you right? My senior!"
Chu Yan let out a cold laugh, and at the same time, a violent water ball flew towards Gui Shou's face.
"Boom!"
Another mysterious evil spirit mask burst open, and a ferocious and terrifying face appeared before everyone's eyes.
Haha, it turns out he knew everything all along!
Is he a clown? Laughable that he still thinks he has the upper hand! At this moment, Gui Shou feels how small he is.
"That is, lacquer carving!"
"How could this be? Didn't he die a long time ago?"
"What's going on here?"
……
Innumerable people cried out in unison, the news of Qiāo Mù being killed by Chǔ Yán had already spread throughout Yuè Huà Zōng. At this time, Qiāo Mù unexpectedly revived and was still defeated by Chǔ Yán despite his vigorous strength, which shocked everyone's eyes.
"Hahaha... Chuyan, today you can defeat me, I only regret that heaven is unfair to me, kill me and give me a quick death!"
At this moment, Qiū Diāo Mù's thoughts were all dark and he felt that every second of his existence in this world was a shame. His face twisted and he let out a loud, harsh cry.
"Qī diāo mù, jīn rì wǒ bù shā nǐ, wǒ huì ràng nǐ dài zhe duì wǒ de kǒng jù rú zhū yǐ yī bān de huó xià lái!"
Translation:
"Qiao Mu, today I will not kill you. I will let you live with the fear of me like an ant!"
Chu Yan's words were light and casual, but they carried an air of disdain for the world.
"Pffft!"
Blood splattered everywhere, Chu Yan pulled out the blood-stained long knife and turned to leave. This kind of Qi E Mu was no longer a threat to him, killing him would only dirty his own hands.
"Hahaha..."
Suddenly, Hei Fengxiu burst out laughing.
"Huh?"
Chu Yan's eyebrows slightly raised.
"Chu Yan, it seems that in the end you still can't take old man's life. Old man's life can only be taken by himself. If there is a next life, I, Qi Diao Mu, will make sure you have no bones left!"
"Boom!"
The varnished carving of a cow let out a loud, shrill bellow, and with that, he slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand.
At the same time as this palm fell, a voice sounded in Chu Yan's ear.
"Gasp!"
Qī diāo mù zhī yī zhǎng zhī xià qī qiào liú xuè, shùn jiān bì mìng, bīng lěng de shī tǐ shuāi zài le lè tái zhī shàng.
Translation:
Under the palm of Qiudiao's hand, seven orifices flowed with blood, and he died instantly. His icy corpse crashed onto the arena floor.
"Fei Long Peak, Chu Yan wins!"
The judge's high-pitched voice ignited the entire scene, and instantly a thunderous applause came over.
Chu Yan's face didn't show a hint of joy, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he walked down from the stage, his ears still echoing with the words that Qi Yue had transmitted to him at the last moment:
"Zi Tian Lie is going to make a move on Hua Meng Qi!"
