Chapter 193 Slaughter

The monster under the black iron helmet made a dry roar, as if laughing at Qin Yan's incompetence. The breath of death came out, and the huge iron sword chased the figure of the teenager, making a terrible sound. Qin Yan turned sharply and moved sideways, but still couldn't get rid of the huge shadow. He has abandoned his sword and has no power to fight back. He can only dodge, and his posture is quite awkward. After several turns, Qin Yan finally refracted behind the monster. His right index finger gently pushed it on the tip of the sword that penetrated into its vest. The spiritual power of the imperial weapon and the spirit of blood penetrated at the same time. Suddenly, he heard the sharp sound of the sword and ejected from the monster's chest.

Qin Yan made a move with his right hand, and the long sword with spiritual power flew to his palm. He avoided the fierce split of the monster, pinched the flying hilt, and shouted, "Brother Zombie, your swordsmanship is not bad, but that's it!"

"Oh!" The monster let out a hoarse sound, and the turbid breath of death swept through the vine, and the huge iron sword cut into the air. At the same time, the monster sword shadow in Qin Yan's palm also moved.

'Since ordinary attacks are ineffective for you, how about trying my lifeless power?'

A touch of evil cold color came out of the gray *, and the vast murderous intention filled the narrow space in front of him, condensed into a sharp sword shadow. The snow-white color effortlessly tore apart the thick dark clouds, like the dazzling arc of the depths of the sky, which was unmatched, but converged into a straight line. From the blade of the huge sword all over the gap, it moved forward fiercely, and everywhere it passed was decomposed into splashed powder by the invisible force field.

Spiritual power, blood, and willpower from the lifeless world are integrated. Even if the thousand-year immortal body of the zombie king can't resist it, the steel body is broken from the chest, and the dry head hidden in the black iron helmet falls on the floor, rolling out for a distance, and the blue flame in the eyes slowly extinguishes.

The body that lost its head is still standing upright. Qin Yan flashed behind it and stabbed out with a sword in his backhand. The rusty armor and dead bones burst under great force. This long-dead body really entered the road of destruction.

"Who else?" Qin Yan laughed, and his face was stained with the blood of monsters. With his fierce expression at this time, it seemed to be more ferocious and horrible than the evil spirits in hell.

However, the ice and snow queen castle, which has stood at the eastern end of the endless sea since the mythical era, will never collapse so simply. In the distance of Qin Yan's vision, where the thin fog rose in front of the inner wall, countless demons appeared from the fog and shouted and rushed towards him.

"You scum, go to hell!" Qin Yan roared loudly and strode to meet the demon team.

At this moment, he was stained with blood, and his whole body was full of fierce breath, followed by a faint cry of the dead, which was the resentful spirit that died under his sword calling his companions to join the ranks of the dead, which scared the little demons. Relying on such a domineering momentum, he rushed into the team of demons alone. In an instant, the sword light flashed, setting off a large amount of blood, as if even heaven and earth had turned over.

The little demons smelled the smell of death and saw the demon-like figure rushing forward. Suddenly, their liver and courage were broken, and they could not maintain the original formation at all. The generals shouted his strength and could not recover the trend of defeat.

A red-eyed murderer looked at more than thousands of panicked little demon soldiers, like a steel chariot hitting tofu and wood chips, and the battle situation was slaughtered side by side by side. The sharp sword harvested the flesh and blood wheat seedlings, and the footsteps of death followed, and the vain struggle of the castle commissioned officer was instantly overwhelmed by screams and wailing.

A thin ray of light penetrated the heavy darkness and tilted down on the ice and snow on the wall, reflecting a dreamlike crystal luster. It seems that you can get a moment of peace. It seems that the heroic fight in the city is just a nightmare. It seems that as long as you open your eyes, the fog of the deep night will gradually fade away... Suddenly, the sharp sound of the sword, the blood splashed, floated up to the city, dyed the original crystal pure color, and took away the last chance of cowardice in the ice castle.

The bright silver sword flying in the flesh and blood is playing a more terrible killing momentum than thousands of troops in these remnants!

At this time, the impeccable has already been broken, leaving only the extremely crazy sad roar in the chest, waving the sonata of death instinctively. It's like a giant beast venting its power: all those in front of me must die!

"Sum!" I don't know how much flesh and blood was killed, but the sharp sword light finally encountered resistance and was blocked by another big gun.

After this change, Qin Yan, who was trapped in the crazy killing, regained a little sobriety and stared at him. He saw a fat monk in front of him, holding a long gun, looking at him with a little fear.

Qin Yan took a breath and said with a ferocious smile, "Are you the last leader under the inner wall?" Kill you, maybe the Ice Queen will invite me to have a good talk?"

When the words fell, he heard the fat monk's strange cry, and a fierce aura surged from the long gun, sweeping at Qin Yan like a wild dragon. But he couldn't stand the pressure emanating from Qin Yan and couldn't help taking the lead.

Seeing the shooting shadow, Qin Yan grinned. His originally handsome face had already become more tragic than the evil ghost, emitting a breath of death. His wrist trembled sharply, and the tip of the sword turned into ten thousand cold light, flashing like electricity, extinguishing the fierce flame of the big gun and pulling the sword spirit back. The fat monk's big gun was crazily cut out, and his mouth did not stop. The roar of "wow" was like the roar of some kind of beast, trying to disturb Qin Yan's mind. But this roar can't do anything to Qin Yan except to encourage himself.

"Bang!" The sword collided with the steel gun, and the sudden surge of huge force almost let the fat monk get rid of it. The monk shouted furiously, the corners of his mouth and chin were stained red by the blood that kept pouring out, and the roar became extremely strange. The blood vessels in his ** arms burst out, like winding earthworms attached. With a roar, he waved a heavy gun and chopped it again, crashing into Qin Yan's long sword. It felt like hitting an iron-cast mountain, and the crazy counterattack made his arm's blood vessels burst, spewing out a large mass of blood mist.

'It's so strong...' The monk's heart has sprouted retreat. Taking advantage of Qin Yan's sword momentum, he rolled on the ground and ran more than ten meters away, and did not forget the strange screams in his mouth to create an opportunity to escape for himself.

The inner wall is not far away, and the broken mountain will definitely save me...

But he heard the sad wind from the rear, and then heard Qin Yan's roar, like thunder blowing in the fat monk's ears, which made him stand in horror. He hurriedly turned his head in horror and saw a scene that made him burst his heart: a gray figure jumped to the sky and held a The sword light as bright as a cold star rushed straight to him like a god, and in the blink of an eye! A little coldness is like a meteor through the moon, destroying his courage and faith.

" Stop it!" The shouts on the wall not far away are like waves in the sky, but they are so far away that they can't save his life.

"Ah--" The fat monk's frightened voice was half stuck in his throat, and the swordmang blocked his last words back. Qin Yan scratched with a sword, and the head of the fat monk flew high with the sprinkling blood. After drawing a bright red track, he fell into the sand, and his face was still frozen with the last frightened look.

Qin Yan gently wiped the sword body with his left hand, narrowed his eyes and looked at the wall, grinned and said, "This brother, are you calling me?"

Standing a magnificent golden armored warrior on the wall, he did not make a sound, but stared at Qin Yan's figure. He held a huge bow in his right hand, and a long arrow as thick as an arm was coldly aimed at him in the brilliant light.