Chapter 235 Battle

The wooden pavilion on the edge of the cliff now has only half left, and the other half has become part of the cliff with the earth and stone under the pavilion.

Gong Yunxiu leaned against a half-cut wooden pillar. His gray robe was stained with blood, his head was crooked, and he was pressed against his throat by the tip of the burning purple sword. He had completely lost the power of resistance.

Ge Xinglie hung an evil smile on the corners of his mouth, and a finger hooked her chin. After a stubborn laugh, he said slowly: "You are the second person who dares to take the initiative to provoke me. Although you didn't surprise me, I still want to give you a little reward in order to encourage your courage.

With a flick of his finger, the hood on Gong Yunxiu's head was lifted by the strong wind, and the shadow under the brim of the hat was swept away, and the exquisite and beautiful face was completely exposed to the man's eyes. At this last moment of despair, her face was still stubborn, her eyes narrowed slightly, squeezed her lower lip, and let the blood on her ears slide down her cheeks, leaving a shocking red mark on her fair face, adding a sad beauty. In the face of such a beautiful girl, how many men in the world are not moved? Flames will burn in their chests, either holding the jade man in front of them in their arms and taking care of them, or directly venting the desire of the beast and tearing the delicate body to pieces!

The corners of Ge Xinglie's mouth curved exaggeratedly, and his eyes were shining with forest purple inflammation, without any meaning of pity and cherishing jade.

"It's so beautiful that it makes people's heart tremble. Unfortunately, it fell into my hands, so I have to be violent..." Ge Xinglie's left hand on her neck, his thumb gently stroked the delicate skin, and said slowly in a sad and reluctant tone, "Such a beautiful head, if it's cut down and hangs on the wall, it's good Unfortunately, the collection will rot in a few days. Before that, maybe we can play some exciting games?"

His voice was like the devil's whisper, hitting Gong Yunxiu's heart lightly. Is this demon measuring the position of the sword with his fingers? Feeling the touch of the rough fingers sliding between her neck, even with the courage of Gong Yunxiu, she also shuddered. The skin where her fingers brushed gave birth to goose bumps, which was proof of her inescapable fear.

She had closed her mouth and led the death because of despair, but under this fear, she finally couldn't help scolding, "Sooner or later..." Before the sentence was finished, she saw the other party's pupil shrinking a little, and the deep purple flame burned her remaining courage. Even if she knew that she was doomed to die, she did not Have the courage to say the second half of the words.

Ging Lie smiled, came to her and said softly, "What will happen sooner or later? Say it, don't give me a appetite."

"You...you devil..." Gong Yunxiu can't imagine that his voice will tremble with fear.

"Don't just praise me. What will happen to me sooner or later? I want to hear your prediction."

"Sooner or later you will suffer retribution!" With the last strength to shout out this sentence, Gong Yunxiu closed his eyes in despair.

The smile on the corners of Ge Xinglie's mouth almost twisted, opened his mouth and was about to say something. Just then, a cold voice behind him came from far and near with a sharp sound of breaking the air: "No sooner or later, it's today!"

Ge Xinglie suddenly turned around, and the dark purple sword light drew a beautiful arc, which collided with the white sword spirit cut by Qin Yan. The aftermath of the fierce collision forced away the cold wind around, and the turbulent energy blew the long hair of the two. The deep purple and the white sword shadow were tightly entangled, and the sonorous shock covered the eardrums of the peeper.

Qin Yanjian was panicked and furious like a storm. When the song was not stable, he urged his figure fiercely. Ge Xing couldn't retreat. He stepped on the air and fell on his back to the cliff. Qin Yan was not willing to let him go at all. He rushed over and drove a large wave of swords to chase him.

This pursuit is hundreds of matches. The two skimmed dozens of feet off the cliff, and the stones and corners raised on the cliff were stepped into pieces. Finally, after a riot, the ice light scattered all over the sky, the two blades of the swords intersect, and the wrists holding the sword trembled at the same time. As soon as they went up, their eyes were as cold as knives, and then the terrible power contained in the sword broke out. The crazy reaction force rolled back like waves, and finally separated the two strong swordsmen and looked at each other coldly.

Ge Xinglie stood on a branch sticking out of the cliff. Although he was below, he was proud. The purple light in his eyes had converged into a deep gray, his long hair rose slightly in the cold wind, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "Your swordsmanship is nothing more than that."

Qin Yan smiled softly: "This is exactly what I want to say."

"There is no need to argue, I will prove it with your life." Ge Xinglie's face looked particularly/gloomy in the light of the purple flame, and the hoarse voice spit out from his mean curved lips, spreading a bloody smell in the space. He turned his wrist and raised the tip of the sword, and the purple flame beating on the sword blaze in the wind. Qin Yan breathed and only felt the surging undercurrent coming to his face. The air was extremely dry by the invisible fire, and the blood in his body seemed to be torn out by a force.

Ge Xinglie stretched out two fingers with his left hand and put out a strange fingerprint in the air. Suddenly, he leaned into the purple flame burning on the body of the sword. Suddenly, he saw a cold brown luster flowing up along the hilt and a layer of faint brilliance on the sword body. Where the glory passed, the purple evil flame turned into gray color one after another, and spread crazily, extending to Ge Xinglie's arm, wrapping his body in the burning gray evil flame.

While the flame spread, the hoarse voice also came from the flame: "As the first opponent who forced me to release the boundary, you should get due respect. Let your heart become the blood food of 'it' recovery. Only you can enjoy this great glory.

Aware that his breath had become much stronger than before, Qin Yan shouted in a low voice, "Don't think that you can be my opponent with a sneaky sword." Seeing that the other party's Canyan had completely wrapped his body, his pupils contracted to the size of a needle hole, waved his arms and raised his long sword, and his toes stepped on the cliff, and rushed down like an eagle.

Ge Xinglie's lips opened in the flames, and there was a look of contempt and ridicence in his eyes. With the figure of Qin Yan, his wrists trembled gently, and the evil sword in his palm rolled up the gray flame waves all over the sky, wrapping all the possible attack tracks of Qin Yan's sword spirit.

An invisible ripple in the air opened, and Ge Xinglie easily caught the flashing trace. The two were separated at a touch, and the sword spirit in Qin Yan's hand turned into unpredictable coldness, attacking Ge Xinglie from all corners.

However, in the raging sea, everything is just futile!