Chapter 252 Showdown 1

"No, I'm enough alone." Gong Yunxiu refused indifferently.

Song Qingsha smiled and said, "You don't have to rush to refuse. We have no malice. You know, they have been looking forward to this duel for a long time. If Brother Qin can't participate in the competition because of some inexplicable obstructions, it's really a pity!"

"Yes, it's not an ordinary trouble to trap Brother Qin. The three of us can have a care together."

Fang Yiyuan and Song Qingsha sang together, which made Gong Yunxiu's heart relax. If the elder really takes action, maybe it will have to be combined with the strength of three people to compete with it, then...

Gong Yunxiu nodded and was about to agree. His eyes suddenly condensed and he saw a slender figure under the steps in front of him, and Shi Shiran walked up.

"Brother Qin!" She called out in surprise. But Qin Yan didn't seem to see her, ignored her at all, and indifferently passed by her and walked to the top of the incense case.

Seeing this scene, Yue Ling couldn't help muttering, "Brother seems to be something wrong."

Wei Fei nodded with approval, and he also saw that Qin Yan seemed to be deliberately suppressing something in his body and had no time to care about some unrelated external reactions, so he showed such indifference.

Where Qin Yan passed, people retreated and gave way for him. Under the gaze of many eyes, Qin Yan slowly came to the blood wolf monk and bowed and said, "Master, I'm coming!"

The blood wolf monk's eyes turned around him and nodded slightly: "It's just in time. Go over!"

Qin Yan bowed his head and bowed again, then turned to the chain of two peaks, stretched out his palm and touched it, and suddenly felt a soaked coolness.

The last time I stood in this position was five years ago. At that time, he was full of confidence, accepted people's awe, and won the throne in one fell swoop. After five years, my cultivation has been far better than before, but there is no more pride in my chest, but more entangled fetters and fears.

Maybe I shouldn't go down the mountain at all...

In a trance, his body had stepped out and jumped up, skimmed more than ten feet in the blink of an eye, gently fell on the edge of the flat peak cliff, and then walked slowly to the middle.

Ge Xinglie, who was looking at the mountain scenery, turned his head, and his sharp pupils locked his figure and wrapped him in a fierce murderous intention.

Qin Yan was shocked by his murderous intention, and then recovered from the trance, and immediately drew his sword out of its sheath and was ready to fight.

His heart has been covered with a shadow, and he is thinking nonsense before the decisive battle, which is not a good omen.

Ge Xinglie smiled and said evilly, "Brother, I've been waiting here for a long time, and I thought you wouldn't come!"

Qin Yan said lightly, "I have always been on time." He can't be punctual. In order not to let the blood wolf monk and Mrs. Yan see the clue, he must untie the shackles of the "mark" before playing, but he also knows that if he blocks the spiritual platform to know the sea, the impact of the powerful power brought by the mark will make him not last long at all, so he must not be present in advance.

I only heard Ge Xinglie nodded and said, "Big brother is really on time. I'm too anxious. Oh! I have been looking forward to today's battle for a long time!"

"Each other. Have you recovered from your injury?

"Injury?" Ge Xinglie deliberately showed surprise, "Do you mean yesterday's battle? I didn't get hurt at all!"

"That's good." Qin Yan nod his head, held the sword horizontally in front of his chest, and said nothing more.

Ge Xinglie stared at him, his eyes swimming on his face and the sword-wielding wrist. A very strange look gradually appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to stop talking.

At this time, the blood wolf monk's low voice sounded at the whole peak: "The time has come, and you can start."

When the voice fell, the singing posture changed accordingly. The long dark brown hair was windless and automatic, and a layer of cold halo spread from the wrist holding the sword to the whole body. Countless gray flames condensed in the void and gathered on the blade of the sword, but in an instant it converged into the body of the sword, making the whole sword turn into a deep dark color, and show a breathtaking cold luster. The pupils in his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a pale, and a wave of purely fierce thoughts rushed to Qin Yan, as if to wrap him and fall into the abyss.

Before the war, Ge Xinglie has shown the most fierce posture, indicating his importance and scruples about Qin Yan. However, Qin Yan did nothing and still maintained the movement of the sword in front of his chest, waiting for the other party's further action.

Ge Xinglie didn't let him wait any more. He stepped heavily and swept more than ten steps away like a strong wind. The next moment, the dark light had approached Qin Yan's eyes, suffocating his blood and breath.

When the dark sword was advent, Qin Yan had a mysterious illusion that the peak had turned into a deep black ocean. The undercurrent was surging, the waves were surging, and any huge wave turned over, and he would sink into this shadow forever...

That is the spiritual impact brought by the demon resentment on the fierce sword. Qin Yan condensed himself and broke free from the illusion, and the long sword in his hand turned horizontally and vertically, facing the shadow that forced him.

The two blades met, and Qin Yan's body suddenly trembled. In that short moment, he, who was extremely ** of spiritual power, had already felt the attribute of the negative power from Ge Xinglie: the sea of blood engulfed the world, the devil roared wantonly on the peak of the blood wave, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in blood-red fog. At a glance, he also faintly penetrated the blood-color disorder and saw a mass of fog in the shape of a ferocious skull...

What a violent force!

The pupils in Qin Yan's eyes suddenly shrank to a point, and the spiritual power in his body surged out, forming a crystal cold shadow on the sword, rushing towards the dark shadow that surged all over the world.

In terms of desperateness, my momentum is by no means inferior to anyone!

"Keng!" After the violent collision, the ice crystal-like sword stiffened the swept shadow frenzy, and the dark halo of the curtain dissipated in a flash, leaving only the substantial blade isolated by the frost sword. After such a fierce confrontation, the two figures froze for a moment and looked at each other. Qin Yan's eyes were still unconsciously indifference, while a surprised look flashed in Ge Xinglie's pale eyes that were not like human beings.

The ice crystal sword with a huge virtual shadow folded in mid-air and stabbed the door of Gexing's fierce face with cold light. The shining sunlight seemed to be cut into seven colors by this sword, and all kinds of halos were stirred together, and people's eyes were stunned. Ge Xinglie shrank his head and seemed to be defeated by this brazen and domineering momentum, and his sword stood in the way of retreating.

The invincible song was actually repelled head-on in its heyday! This was greatly beyond the expectation of the audience. Moreover, Qin Yan's subsequent fierce offensive seems to have tilted the balance of victory.