Chapter 441 Sword Mark

When Ge Xinglie saw that Qin Yan was motionless, he was as if he was indifferent to his suggestion, so his eyes were cold and raised the Ziyan sword a little.

"Brother, since you are so stubborn, I have nothing to say..."

Qin Yan was silent, waved the bronze sword and gently scratched forward. Where the blade passed, it left a very shallow translucent trace, slightly like a frozen ripple on the surface of the water.

The slender sword marks that stay in the air are neither sharp nor cold. They just condense there plainly, as if they melt into the surrounding scenery. They are neither abrupt nor surprising, and it is difficult to detect when they are far away.

People in the distance looked at Qin Yan's movements doubtfully and felt strange. What kind of sword was he playing alone?

The song's eyes lit up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the slight sword mark with interest.

People are even more surprised. What's the mystery in that sword move? Even Ge Xinglie couldn't help but be stunned? However, all the people present are first-class masters, but why do they think that the move is just loose and ordinary? Can't you see anything strange?

Song Qingsha glanced at Fang Yiyuan and asked softly, "What is he doing?"

Fang Yiyuan stared at it for a long time before saying, "It's probably to send some signals with sword moves. Maybe it was a trick that was lost early. Maybe the elder brother was embarrassed to beg for mercy in public, so he took this euphemistic approach..."

"Do you think they will reach some agreements?" Song Qingsha's beautiful eyes were filled with a trace of worry.

"I hope not, otherwise we will be in danger..."

The blade strokes in front of the body, depicting a transparent pattern in the air. Qin Yan's posture gradually changed from soothing to light, and the traces left by the blade became deeper and heavier, gradually revealing clearly in front of people. By the distance, when people finally saw the traces left by the tip of his sword, the sword marks in front of him had been woven into a fine and light network, crystal clear, like the first bloom of snow lotus.

"Sword spirit leaves marks..." Ge Xinglie nodded, his smile spread at the corners of his thin lips, and an unusually bright light lit up in his eyes. "Big brother, you really didn't let me down. Now it's finally a little interesting."

While he said this, the Yu Hanyan not far behind Qin Yan trembled slightly unknowingly.

The scar of sword spirit is the beginning of the strongest sword skill "Wanjian Secret"...

Qin Yan did not answer Ge Xinglie's words. The long sword in his hand waved quickly, his clothes vibrated in the wind, and the blade broke through the air. Before Ge Xinglie takes action, he wants to quickly outline the picture scroll in his heart, so that he can resist the extremely fast sword spirit and thunder.

In a flash of Ge Xinglie's eyes, he found that a picture of clouds and flowing water had been spread out in front of his eyes. If the waterfall poured and the sea flowed across, there was a layer of light fog between the waves, covering thousands of swords behind the waterfall as ferocious and horrible faces as the entrance of hell.

He frowned slightly, and the indifferent smile on his face converbed a little. The tip of the sword lifted out and took a step forward. In an eye, he felt that the surrounding climate suddenly changed, the temperature dropped to the freezing point, and the extremely cold breath wrapped around with the mist and penetrated straight to the depths of the bone marrow. Suddenly lost his mind, he remembered the horror of going to sea with his uncle and facing the stormy earthquake in the depths of the ocean!

In a short step, it is like the boundary between yin and yang, and there is such a terrible power hidden behind the seemingly peaceful mist. Ge Xinglie's heart was awe-inspiring, and he dared not take it lightly any more. He stabbed a sword forward with incomparably solemnity.

The sword light flashed, and the thunder roared later, which also provoked a storm in the deep sea. The power of the whole sword array was attracted by the thunder of Ziyan, which launched a more fierce counterattack.

The Ziyan sword light here pierced the blockade of dozens of sword traces in an instant, but was also blocked by more crisscrossed sword marks. Before he exhausted his old strength, he turned his sword and set off a wave of fury. He did not retain any more, showed the real martial arts skills of the realm of heaven and man, and bumped into it against the boundless cold network.

In the blink of an eye, the momentum and will of the two swordsmen climbed to the peak, showing what they had learned without hesitation, and just greeted each other. The two bodies were soon swallowed up by the spreading wave, but the faint virtual shadow flashed in the intertwined and collision of the sword. The ice and fire engulfed and melted, and the sound of the sharp sound of the blade could hardly be heard.

The peaceful mist was scattered by the splashing waves, revealing the tragic struggle hidden within it. Qin Yan tried his best to repair the gap opened by Ge Xinglie, and at the same time tried his best to expand the position.

The crystal sword spirit is shot, drawing an extremely bright ice lotus. Ge Xinglie rushed in, and his posture became deeper and deeper. Finally, he was completely imprisoned in the center of the ice lotus, and countless fights were blocked back.

Although Ge Xinglie's sword skills are excellent, they are not really impeccable. The sword marks he split have not been completely eliminated, and there is still a little remaining sharpness, which is more and more knotted in the void, trapping him in it and difficult to move an inch. His head, face and other skin have been cut out of dense blood. Although there is qi protection, the wounds are only shallow in the skin, but they also look miserable. As for his robe, cloak and other clothes, they were corroded and fragmented by countless swords, and no longer had the domineering and powerful appearance at the beginning.

However, although Ge Xinglie looks embarrassed, he has not yet hurt his muscles and bones. Qin Yan is different. Although he has the upper hand, he feels that his strength is passing little by little, and the pain is faintly everywhere, which is a sign that the old injury will recur without healing.

Qin Yan operated the magic power of Buddhism, wandered between the virtual world and reality, carefully shuttled through the sword spirit all over the sky, and launched an attack on Ge Xinglie. The traces left by the sword spirit can also cause harm to him himself. If he hadn't relied on the magic power of Buddhism, he would not have been able to maintain such a powerful battle. But after a long battle, the results could not be expanded. Seeing that his physical strength would be exhausted, he gradually became anxious.

The true spirit of Ge Xinglie is almost endless, and the physical strength is also consumed very little. If it goes on like this, it will not take long for the situation to completely reverse.

No good strategy at the time, Qin Yan put his heart in one way: 'That's it, fight!'

He suddenly withdrew from the sword array, took a deep breath, raised the Tianlong sword to his chest, and awe-inspiring light flashed in his eyes, and immediately focused his whole strength on the sword.

Wone with one bet!

The original simple bronze sword body suddenly released a dazzling light.

Ge Xinglie tried his best to cut, and finally broke the cage and was about to break out. Suddenly, his eyes were shaken by the white light. When he fixed his eyes, he was facing Qin Yan's deep and cold eyes.

He instantly understood Qin Yan's eyes: Picking up my last sword, life and death will be decided!