Chapter 639 Fall into War 4

Qin Yan originally wanted to help Cheng Gang to solve the blood armor puppet and the swordsman with peach blossoms, and then attack the dwarf with Haochen Gang. But when he saw Cheng Gang's end at this moment, he changed his mind halfway and turned to the other side.

Cheng Gang's figure has been completely swallowed up by the enchanting peach blossoms.

"This 'Huangquan extradition' is specially designed for warriors like you. Although you can use some simple underworld fire, you don't understand the mystery of yin and yang, so you can only be sent down obediently and sink in the dark..."

In the hoarse voice of the swordsman, the color of the enchanting peach blossom wrapped in Chenggang reached the strongest level, just like a fresh blood flowing, and then suddenly returned to darkness. The blood armor puppet, together with Cheng Gang, disappeared into the dark ghost fog.

With the convergence of the three yin, the separation between the human world and the underworld is no longer obvious, and this underground palace that buried many souls of the dead has derived hundreds of entrances to the underworld. The place where Chenggang is located is one of them.

Cheng Gang found that his surroundings suddenly became dark. The blood armor puppet who had been pestering him did not know where he was going. Countless huge suction surged in from all directions, pulling his body and swaying in a certain direction. The darkness is deep and dead, like the mouth of a giant beast, devouring everything.

The middle-aged swordsman freed his hands to help the dwarf dwarf.

Qin Yan took a step faster than him, caught up with the back of the dwarf and cut it down fiercely. Although the speed of the dwarf is fast, the wind he left behind is still traceable. Since there are traces to follow, you can't avoid Qin Yan's sword.

"Dang!" The blade seems to be split on the iron stone, and it can't go deeper if it is half an inch.

This little dwarf seems to be inconspicuous, but his body is half like iron, and even Qin Yan's sword can't hurt his muscles and bones.

The dwarf screamed strangely, twisted his arm and rushed out from under the sword. Qin Yan's eyes were quick, and he reached out to grab a messy pinch of hair on the back of his head and pulled back: "Hey, where are you going!"

The dwarf shouted in pain and grabbed him wildly with both hands. He blocked him one by one and violently with his right hand, he actually lifted the dwarf up and hit Haochen's palm.

"Bum!" With a muffled sound, the palm of his hand went into the flesh. The dwarf sprayed blood and flew on his back.

Qin Yan was about to put a sword on his neck when he heard a gloomy voice behind his ear: "Gentlemen, don't forget that there is still a poor way!"

With this sound, there are hundreds of millions of ghosts crying.

Qin Yan just turned half of his face and saw a cloud of ghost fog in front of him.

The ghost fog is different from the ghost fog formed by ghosts gathered elsewhere, and the ghost resentment contained in it is more than a hundred times. The ghost fog is composed of countless dust-like small grains of sand, each of which can turn into a ferocious and sad face, and the number is desperate. If the middle-aged swordsman trapped Qin Yan with 100,000 ghosts before, then now there are tens of millions of people in this small ghost fog, and each of them is a vicious ghost. Before he comes, he has absorbed the vitality of the human body.

Exiting sand!

The golden light lit up on Qin Yan's body, but he couldn't stop the ghost sand from infiltrating. Seeing countless ghosts jumping in front of him, he trembled with fear and hurriedly made his feet dodge away, leaving only a golden phantom in the original place, which was instantly eaten up by the ghost fog.

"Give it to me!" Hao Chen's gall shouted.

Qin Yan immediately ran back, passed by Hao Chen, who rushed over, and stopped the middle-aged swordsman who followed him.

He knows that Haochen's Dongxuanjing is more suitable for dealing with past sand than himself, and his swordsmanship is just a little higher than that of a middle-aged swordsman, so it is appropriate to allocate his opponents.

The two sides fought, and as he expected, where Hao Chenang's cave Xuanjing swept over, the sand fell one after another. And the peach blossom branch of the middle-aged swordsman could not resist Qingming and retreated steadily.

The situation gradually turned around, and people's faces showed joy, and they saw the hope of seeing the sun again.

At this time, Xinxian suddenly shouted, "That dwarf!"

People followed the sound and saw that the thin dwarf who had been slapped by Hao Chen was slowly turning over from the ground. His face was full of blood and his seven orifices were red, but his thin body did not tremble at all and stood up steadily.

Xinxian shouted that sound, and the man had flown out, and the blue light in his cuffs flashed, wanting to give a note to the head of the dwarf who had just stood up. But when he saw the thin monkey's face with a ferocious smile, his long arms rolled up, and the fairy's dagger could not be stabbed out, he saw a big hand full of black hair reaching out in front of him. She gritted her teeth and blocked it with her right arm, took this fist, and her chest was struck by lightning, and her delicate body fell back weakly.

She didn't expect that this inconspicuous dwarf's casual fist seemed to have 10,000 pounds of strength, which was not what her body could withstand at all.

"Ah--" The dwarf shocked the fairy, beat his chest with his fists, and roared up to the sky. The roar is as sad as an old ape, sad and harsh.

When Qin Yan heard the roar, he was slightly distracted and was almost hit by the peach blossom branches of the swordsman opposite him. When he caught a glimpse of the dwarf roaring, giving up his iron rod and rushing to the crowd with his bare hands, he couldn't help but be confused and desperately trying to get out of the circle of war to chase the crazy dwarf.

The middle-aged swordsman did not allow him to escape. With a sneer, the peach blossom branch raised, and the gorgeous peach blossom was ignited by spiritual power, spreading the bright red color.

"Ghost Fire Jade!"

Qin Yan snorted coldly, pinched the seal with his left hand, and his blood turned into Buddha power, and his body was golden and shining in the dust. A golden wheel appeared in the back of his head, and the Buddha light rippled out, gently swinging the bright red flame that had been dyed.

He spread his left palm and gave a fearless seal. The vast Buddha light crossed the obstacles of the strange flowers and projected it in front of the middle-aged swordsman, distorting all the scenery around him.

"Phantom disillusionment..." The middle-aged swordsman muttered. His sad face, clothes, and peach blossom branches in his palm are all the same, like a reflection in the water, twisting and rippling, he wants to turn into nothingness...

The middle-aged swordsman closed his eyes, and a turbid air spewed out of his nostrils, and returned to the world in an instant. Qin Yan's half-toned illusion and disillusionment, in his old mage who has studied ghosts and magic for many years, is flawed and vulnerable.

However, as long as it can stop the middle-aged swordsman for two moments, Qin Yan's goal is achieved. Qin Yan has caught up with the figure of the dwarf from behind and stretched out his hand--

"It's settled!"

When the golden bell rang, time froze. The vague figure of the short dwarf, which was originally sensitive like a light smoke and strange like a ghost, suddenly stopped in mid-air. Yu Hanyan and others three steps away can clearly see his raised arms, ferocious faces, sharp tusks, and even blood in his pupils at this time.