Overriding the Heaven

It was as if a small tornado had appeared on the ground.    

Not only did Shen Wufeng's body forcibly move to the side a few feet, his other hand also fiercely accelerated. With strength equivalent to a thousand kilograms, like a heavy hammer sweeping across the ground, he fiercely smashed onto the edge of the Inflammatory Spear's spear.    

With a bang, Chu Yan instantly felt a powerful force from the spear body, causing him to be sent flying.    

He used all his strength to push his arm straight into his chest, causing him to cough violently as a sweet and fishy taste filled his throat.    

Borrowing the force of this leap, Shen Wufeng jumped back more than thirty meters.    

After landing on the ground, the expression on Shen Wufeng's face could not even be described as sinister.    

His right hand was dripping with blood. A bloody wound had been pierced through his palm. His flesh and bones could be seen. Half of his arm could no longer move.    

Seeing this scene, Chu Yan lamented in his heart.    

If it was a cultivator who had just entered the Pulse Condensation Stage, he could have used the Thunder Inscription Mark's numbing powers to kill them.    

However, it was still not enough to deal with Shen Wufeng.    

However, to be able to severely injure his opponent and cause him to lose one of his hands in combat, that was a pretty good result.    

"Chu Yan, I will skin you alive and tear your bones apart today, and then reveal your violent corpse to the public!" Shen Wufeng was furious.    

A cultivator was actually heavily injured by a warrior. At this moment, Shen Wufeng was extremely angry and humiliated, the hatred in his heart was as if he could not wash away the hatred he had for ten lifetimes.    

He suddenly flipped his hand and took out a long saber from a small bag at his waist.    

"It's a magical item!" Chu Yan's eyes lit up.    

But without waiting for him to look, Shen Wufeng had already wielded his blade with his left hand, and fiercely slashed at Chu Yan.    

"Frost Blade Technique!"    

Swish!    

In an instant, a dense amount of sword beams, carrying a ghastly coldness, chopped towards Chu Yan.    

In an instant, the air in the surroundings seemed to have dropped to the freezing point.    

Chu Yan felt that his hands and feet had stopped bleeding, and a bone-chilling, ice-cold feeling spread through his body.    

However, this feeling was quickly dissipated by his originally vigorous Qi and blood, as well as the effects of the Heavenly Demon Pill.    

The effects of the Heavenly Demon Pill would last for an hour. During this time, Chu Yan had to get rid of Shen Wufeng and be the first one to reach the finishing point.    

Therefore, at this moment, facing an opponent whose cultivation realm was far higher than him, Chu Yan didn't choose to fight him, but rather face him head on.    

Chu Yan was like a fierce tiger emerging from the forest, he would never retreat.    

"Blood Chains Sky!"    

With a wild roar, Chu Yan held his spear horizontally, like a towering mountain, and stood firmly, not moving at all.    

The saber light came crashing down like a thunderbolt.    

Clank, clank, clank, clank!    

In the blink of an eye, accompanied by a series of dazzling lights, the scene was suddenly filled with the crisp sounds of metal hitting stone.    

Amidst the crisp sound, it was filled with killing intent.    

Chu Yan retreated continuously. The clothes on his body were constantly being torn, his skin was being cut, and blood was flowing out.    

Shen Wufeng's attacks surged like an unending tide, but at the same time, the shock and anger in his eyes grew more and more intense.    

"Why does it seem like this kid can't exhaust his strength at all! Is he really just a warrior? "    

Shua shua shua!    

Another wave of blade beams descended. Chu Yan gave a muffled groan as a long cut was made on his chest. Blood quickly spread like ink on a piece of paper.    

Shen Wufeng's eyes lit up, and a wave of happiness just arose in his heart. In the next moment, he saw twelve thin rays of light slowly emerge from Chu Yan's body.    

"Pulse Condensation!" Shen Wufeng's heart was thumping hard.    

Although the other party's meridians had not completely stabilized yet, this was clearly a sign of the Pulse Condensation.    

Soon enough, Shen Wufeng felt the surrounding Spirit Qi, which was in the air, converging towards him.    

"Clatter, clatter ~ ~ ~"    

If you listened closely, you could even hear the sound of waves crashing against each other.    

"So it turns out to be half a step into the Pulse Condensation! However, I have never seen a cultivator with Pulse Condensation Stage who can possess such an imposing manner and such power at the very beginning of their Pulse Condensation! This fellow is clearly a monster, even more monstrous than Shen Qing! " Shen Wufeng's mind trembled, in that moment, she focused all of her attention, and a trace of loss appeared.    

"An opportunity!" In Chu Yan's eyes, the light in his eyes was like an unsheathed sword, being forced out.    

"Blood Bath in the Sky!"    

With a roar, the Inflammatory Spear swept across.    

Spear light swept out, his killing intent boiled.    

The surrounding sword energy was pushed aside and exploded in the air.    

Shen Wufeng suddenly realized that his imposing manner had been suppressed in an instant.    

"How is this possible!" Shen Wufeng's eyes revealed extreme shock.    

At this moment, Chu Yan was pushing the effects of the Heaven Fierce Pill to its limits. All the meridians in his body seemed to be burning, and the flow of blood in his body could even be clearly heard.    

Whether or not he could use his Genuine Force Stage to kill someone, was entirely up to this!    

Chu Yan had a feeling that if he was able to do it, his will would be refined like never before.    

His foundation would be indestructible!    

"Scorching Sun in Blood War!"    

Chu Yan no longer hesitated.    

When the spear thrust out, it was as if thousands of battlefields had sprung up in the sky, and in that instant, Shen Wufeng felt as though the entire sky had been dyed blood-red.    

It was as if he had fallen into a sea of blood, and every breath he took was filled with a thick, impenetrable blood aura.    

"Bastard!" You can't kill me! "    

Startled anger and fear caused Shen Wufeng to let out a stern roar. He brandished the blade in his left hand, and a blade light suppressed the spirit energy as it shot towards the spear light.    

Clang!    

A massive force shook the air.    

Chu Yan's arms trembled, he was no longer able to hold onto the Inflammatory Spear anymore, his chest heaved up and down, and blood spewed out of his mouth uncontrollably.    

However, his eyes were flickering with bravery, joy and unstoppable might.    

"Awesome!"    

With a loud roar, Chu Yan's body swayed, and then he steadied himself. He abandoned his spear and rushed forward like lightning, like a dragon, a tiger, or a leopard.    

"The tiger occupies eleven kicks in a row!"    

Shen Wufeng was still in shock from the terrifying power of Chu Yan's spear strike. In the next moment, he saw rushing towards him with a speed so fast that one could not even see his afterimage. The power was so strong that even the surrounding air was shaking and mincing.    

"Gale Palm!"    

Bang bang bang bang!    

Crack! Crack! Crack!    

The kick and the palm continued to strike in midair, and the sound of battle drums could be heard.    

The five fingers of his left hand were twisted like a chicken's claw, the skin and flesh were torn apart, the bones of his fingers were completely shattered, and fresh blood wildly scattered everywhere.    

"Old thing, you're going to die!" Chu Yan landed on the ground and laughed out loud. Without stopping, he rushed towards his opponent once again.    

"This madman!" Shen Wufeng felt his scalp go numb.    

However, at this moment, he could only accept the challenge.    

Even Shen Wufeng did not realize that the outcome of the battle, which he should have steadily won, had now completely reversed.    

Right now, Chu Yan was the one taking the initiative to attack, and he was only forced to fight.    

"Old thing!" This is what I gave to you on behalf of Lin Miaoran! " In the midst of the raging winds, Chu Yan was like a ferocious tiger out of its cage. Every step she took was like a trampling of the earth, her fist was like a giant battering ram as it pierced through the air, "Dark Eight Desolations Fist!"