Chapter 1288, Star Devouring Magic Art

In an instant, his stature skyrocketed, his whole body swelled several times in an instant, his muscles were knotted, and he was filled with an explosive force.

"Ok?"

The man in Tsing Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then his face became more gloomy: "You actually practiced the "Star Devouring Magic Art"?"

"Hehe, so what if you know?"

Zhou Yan opened his mouth indifferently, his eyes staring blankly, as if he was a king in the world.

At this moment, killing intent boiled in his heart, and there was madness and bloodthirsty in his eyes, as if a peerless demon lord had descended.

"Both of you are going to die!"

Zhou Yan roared, his voice was loud, like a thunderclap.

His muscles and bones were crackling, his skin was black and red, like a savage beast, he clenched his fists, and with a terrifying destructive aura, he smashed at Liu Yan'er and the man in Tsing Yi on the spot.

"What? He broke through?"

Liu Yaner's eyes widened, and she stared at Zhou Yan in disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost.

At this time, Zhou Yan was actually at the peak of the eighth level of body tempering, only half a step away from the ninth level.

"Hmph, so what if we break through?"

"Vulnerable!"

The man in Tsing Yi looked calm and sneered.

Afterwards, he raised his hand and patted Zhou Yan with a strong palm wind and great strength.

Peng!

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged blows, and a muffled sound erupted.

The next moment, Zhou Yan's body flew upside down, and a stream of blood spewed out from his mouth.

"Haha, is that all you can do? It really disappoints me!"

The man in Tsing Yi laughed out loud, mocking all over his face.

"It's not that easy to kill me."

Zhou Yan took a deep breath to calm down the restless Qi and blood in his body.

He knew in his heart that he had indeed underestimated his opponent.

"kill!"

The man in Tsing Yi rushed over again, holding a sharp blade, and the blade roared.

chi chi chi....

In an instant, dozens of sword lights enveloped Zhou Yan's body, blocking all dodging spaces.

"Star Devouring Magic Art - the first turn!"

Zhou Yan's eyes were cold, and he urged the exercises.

hum!

In an instant, a vortex as black as ink emerged and floated beside Zhou Yan.

"Swallow!"

Zhou Yan stepped forward and sucked in suddenly, a majestic suction force was born from his body, like a deep ocean, enveloping the man in Tsing Yi.

"this is....."

The man in Tsing Yi was stunned. He sensed the danger and hurriedly pulled back.

"Star Devouring Magic Art - the second turn!"

Zhou Yan's eyes brightened, and he drank suddenly.

hum!

The black vortex suddenly expanded, turned into a millstone, and swept away in all directions, instantly submerging the figure of the man in Tsing Yi.

Boom!

The next moment, a figure flew upside down from the vortex, hit the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"what happened?"

The man in Tsing Yi looked blank.

His eyes were clouded, as if he had lost his soul, and he murmured dully: "What's going on?"

Just now, he suddenly felt a huge sense of oppression, and his soul trembled, as if he was about to be crushed.

"Your technique is not bad!"

Zhou Yan licked his lips, showing excitement.

Although there are only a few basic forms of the Star Devouring Magic Art left, and the power is far less than that of the previous life, but in this small Chiyan County, it is enough.

"You all must die!"

Scarlet murderous intent flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes, and with a flash of his figure, he rushed towards the man in Tsing Yi.

"not good!"

The man in Tsing Yi's face changed drastically. He felt a fatal crisis, and quickly circulated his true energy, trying to escape.

"Star Devouring Demon Art—Third round!"

Zhou Yan yelled sharply, and the true energy in his body surged, like a mountain and river rushing, surging and surging.

Puff!

Before the man in Tsing Yi ran far, his chest was directly pierced, and a blood hole appeared, with bright red blood bubbling, his face pale as paper.

"You... who are you?"

The man in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth, raised his head with difficulty, and stared at Zhou Yan, his eyes full of fear.

He didn't expect that this young man would be so cruel, and he would directly attack him severely if he disagreed with him.

"Die!"

Zhou Yan's expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, and his killing intent was overwhelming.

Boom!

After the words fell, he performed the "Star Devouring Magic Art" again, and the spiritual energy from the surrounding world swarmed in and was drawn into his body by him.

Immediately, his body trembled, and the skin membrane, tendons, internal organs, and even the sea of consciousness on the spiritual platform all burst into brilliant brilliance, like colored glass.

"Die to me!"

Zhou Yan stretched out his finger, like a poisonous dragon reaching for its claws, the speed was extremely fast.

There was a crisp click.

The finger pierced through the forehead of the man in Tsing Yi, killing him completely, and died tragically on the spot.

This man in Tsing Yi is very strong, he can be regarded as the best among innate martial artists, even in Zhou Yan's heyday, it is difficult to defeat him.

But now, Zhou Yan has broken through to the eighth level of body tempering, his strength has increased dramatically, and he can easily defeat the opponent with just a few gestures.

"hiss!"

Seeing the fall of the man in Tsing Yi, Liu Yan'er trembled with fright, her big beautiful eyes were filled with horror.

She never expected that Zhou Yan would be so fierce. He killed two high-level body tempering masters with two consecutive moves.

"Cousin Zhou Yan, how are you doing?"

After a while, Liu Yan'er came to her senses, walked up quickly, and asked caringly.

She was pure-hearted and didn't notice Zhou Yan's strange behavior.

"I'm fine."

Zhou Yan waved his hand, his expression still cold.

He glanced at the corpse, feeling a little regretful in his heart: "It's a pity, this guy's storage ring is still there!"

Under normal circumstances, these geniuses would wear storage rings to prevent them from being in danger and losing their lives.

After all, any force needs resources.

And a genius, who is often cultivated by the sect or family, has an extraordinary status and a lot of wealth.

"what?"

Suddenly, Zhou Yan's eyes flashed, and he noticed a silver needle on the ground.

The whole body of this silver needle is snow-white, exuding a faint silver glow, vaguely, as if it contains some strange rules, completely different from ordinary silver needles.

Whoosh!

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand and took the silver needle into his hand.

hum!

In an instant, the silver needle trembled slightly, making a slight sword cry.

call out!

The next moment, the silver needle left Zhou Yan's palm and disappeared suddenly, leaving only a clear voice: "Thank you, my savior, my name is Xiao Yunrou, remember my name."

Then, the sound stopped abruptly.

"I see!"

Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows, revealing a dazed expression.

This silver needle has intelligence, it is a relic left by a certain sword fairy!

Swish!

He folded his hands to put away the silver needle, and was about to leave when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"wait."

Liu Yan'er walked slowly, with an extremely complicated expression on her face.

"How are you still alive?"

Zhou Yan frowned, a little puzzled.

"Hmph! You can live, why can't I live?"

Liu Yan'er curled her lips, with an air of arrogance: "Tell you, my sister and I have a deep destiny, how can you compare them?"