Chapter 276 Cen Guanling 7

"Stop him! Stop him!" After witnessing a Wucheng elder with similar cultivation being easily cut open his throat, Zuo Xingqi's liver and courage were broken. He desperately pushed his disciples to fight hard, but he began to quietly move backwards.

Qin Yan refused to give in, and the long sword lifted a large area of blood fog and harvested the lives of these disciples of the Wucheng School. His heart was burning with anger. Seeing Zuo Xingqi running farther and farther away, he immediately shouted, "Old Zuo thief, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will shoot you to ashes!"

In a blink of an eye, several disciples of the Wucheng School who barely reached the middle level of the locality had been killed, but two powerful breaths rushed straight behind Qin Yan, which would not give him a chance to continue to pursue.

Qin Yan suddenly gritted his teeth, and his spiritual power concentrated on the sword. His right arm suddenly shook, and the long sword came out of his hand and turned into an amazing straight shot towards the left line that fled for his life.

Before he could watch the results of the battle, he hurriedly turned around and reached out to his waist. With a pleasant sword, a bright light poured out, which instantly spread over the faces of the two people behind him.

The treasure given by the blood wolf monk, the demon sword "Ye Shangqiu Lu" is finally out of its sheath!

The two people who attacked were Wang Long and He Extraordinary. When the light like a fall water reflected on their faces, the two of them stagnated together and shouted, "Ye Shangqiulu!"

Although decades have passed, the shadow of the great body holding the autumn dew on the leaves in their hearts has not been extinguished.

And at this time, a scream of Zuo Xingqi came from the distance. He tried his best and failed to completely avoid Qin Yan's blow. The Yanyun sword inserted into his right chest and completely penetrated his body!

These injuries were enough to kill ordinary people, but Zuo Xingqi, as a top master, did not fall immediately. His breath was weakened to the extreme, but he did not completely disappear. Instead, he used a secret technique and forcibly hanged his life.

The autumn dew on the leaves is clear and clear, like a pool of autumn water, and the sword body is almost transparent. However, in Qin Yan's hand, a gray color gradually occupied the sword body, and a strong breath of death spewed out from it. A circle of silver-gray halo enveloped the surrounding dozens of meters of land, and also covered Wang Long's extraordinary faces.

The two looked at each other and took action at the same time.

Wang Long's "power of the four elephants" has been practiced to the extreme. All evils are invulnerable, and gods and ghosts are not close, and he can easily lift a thousand catties of tripod with one hand. Every punch he punched out had a heavy wind and thunder, and the strong wind alone was enough to tear the bodies of ordinary people. And the extraordinary Flame King Fist is also full of power, and the blazing high temperature can be molten gold and iron. At this moment, his body was bent into a bow, and the hot lava-like smell penetrated Qin Yan's nose, which made the death on the silver ghost's face a little dim.

Qin Yan waved his sword silently, and the thick silver-gray light on the sword instantly covered the vision of the two people in front of him. The breath of death made them seem to hear the impermanent footsteps gradually approaching.

Why not roared, and the extremely tense body burst out all the power. Once it took action, there was no way out. All the spirits were concentrated in the turbulent punch - domineering and there was no return, "Broken hammer!"

The light blade meets the unparalleled fist, just like the body of an ant compared with a giant elephant. However, the brilliance wrapped around the blade symbolizing death makes this contrast no longer ridiculous.

At this moment, Qin Yan's understanding of the use of power is much more profound and subtle than extraordinary. When He Fan was still at the stage of "gathering all his strength to fight to the death", Qin Yan had gradually realized the detailed state of breaking the skill with force.

The two are at different levels. It's like a needle pening into a large sponge. Even if the sponge is much larger, it can't concentrate to resist the attack. This is the essential difference in the realm!

The blade, which seemed to be as fragile as cicada wings, shook at a high speed at a frequency that was difficult to see with the naked eye. Every trace of power of Qin Yan was fully exerted, breaking the hot flame layer by layer and stabbing the extraordinary palm.

He Fan's eyes stared at the boss and couldn't believe that his full blow was broken so much. Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce into his palm, he deeply understood the sharpness of "Ye Shangqiulu", and his face couldn't help showing despair.

But at this time, Wang Long's fist also hit Qin Yan's left palm. The power of "Four Elephants Fumo" is really extraordinary, and even with the fifth heavy blood, it is difficult to resist its momentum head-on. Qin Yan's body trembled slightly and had to give up the pursuit of He Bufan and took the opportunity to take a few steps back.

'It's so strong! In terms of strength, this guy has surpassed Chenggang!'

Wang Long will never feel good at this moment. Although he gained an absolute advantage in the frontal collision, the incidental effect of Han Xue was not so easy to suffer. He suffered waves of paralysis and couldn't move for a while.

While the two of them were unable to attack again, Qin Yan floated back and wanted to continue to chase Zuo Xingqi, but suddenly there was a warning in his heart. His heels were heavier, and his body stopped sharply. He quickly turned around and saw an arrogant figure with cloth and shoes.

Hao Chen'ang!

Hao Chenhan stood calmly, like a pine rock, and did not take advantage of Qin Yan's unstable center of gravity to attack. His pride made him never disdain to do such a thing.

Qin Yan looked at him and saw that his eyes were as vast as the sea, without sadness or joy, so he understood that he was a completely different opponent.

Hao Chen-gang stared at him for a moment, suddenly raised his hand and said in a low voice, "I offended!"

He hit a simple and plain palm, with a faint white glow on his five fingers, and the momentum was calm, and there was nothing surprising. However, Qin Yan, who has watched several of his battles from afar, knows that anyone who underestimates this ordinary palm will be milled into powder by the vast power of the Dongxuanjing!

As the palm is approaching, a sense of pride welled up in Qin Yan's heart: In the past, Miss Mu respected you like a god, and I was also shy, but I am not what I used to be. I would like to see if you are qualified to be my opponent!

He raised a sword, and the cold air merged into the flashing arc, and suddenly stabbed Hao Chen's palm.

'At your age, such cultivation is indeed valuable, but you probably haven't inquired about it. Ye Shangqiulu's sharpness is by no means anything that can resist...'

However, the sudden heavy force from the sword froze his dark joy on his face. Haochen Gang clenched his five fingers and actually pinched Ye Shangqiulu!

Qin Yan was stunned. He knows the sharpness of Ye Shangqiulu, and he can't even resist the blood. But, Hao Chen, how can it be...

Hao Chengan did not give him time to continue to be stunned. He held the blade in one hand, and the other palm patted Qin Yan's door without fancy.

At this time, Qin Yan realized that the other party did not know the power of Ye Shangqiulu, but that he was the one who made a mistake and forgot to inquire about the power of the Dong Xuanjing.